Semua Bab THE STING OF THE VAMPIRE'S BITE : Bab 81 - Bab 90

DAMIEN I blinked, my head spinning as the world around me came into focus. A crowd surged forward, their excitement pressing in from all sides. The golden gates ahead towered impossibly high, stretching so far up they seemed to dissolve into the silversheen skyline. Laughter and murmurs swelled like a tide, the energy crackling in the air. I turned sharply to the woman clutching my arm like an iron shackle. Her grip was too firm, too sure, like she was bound to me by something more than just flesh and bone. It was unnatural. My patience snapped. “What the hell did you do to me?” I hissed, keeping my voice low. “Dragging me here without me even realizing?” She barely reacted—just smirked, her amusement infuriatingly effortless. “No questions,” she said smoothly. “We’re heading inside. After watching the queen’s granddaughter, we can talk about you.” I ran a hand through my hair, frustration prickling at the edges of my mind. I should’ve been furious. I wanted to be. But somethi

DAMIEN The crowd held its collective breath, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze. Every eye in the field turned toward me, a weight pressing on my chest as I felt their gazes like flames on my skin. The woman beside me muttered under her breath, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, "Holy God, I can't believe this."But I didn’t even hear her. My eyes were locked onto Keilah, every inch of me drawn to her, my breath shallow. She was there, real, in front of me. I could see her trembling slightly, the magic around her still buzzing with energy. Her eyes were wide, searching mine, and for the briefest moment, it felt like everything else in the world faded away.The Queen's voice broke the heavy silence. "Young man, step forward," she commanded, her voice soft but filled with authority.Without hesitation, I moved, the pull to her undeniable. The woman beside me—who had bound herself to me—took a step back, following behind as the others in her group murmured, but the

KEILAH My hands clenched into fists. I shot the Queen a death glare, my chest rising and falling as fury surged through me like wildfire.How dare she.How dare she strip away something so sacred, so personal—without my permission, without remorse.The Queen, unmoved by my rage, sat back down with her usual elegance, brushing invisible dust from her gown. “Let’s continue.”“Why did you do that?” I snapped, my voice trembling with emotion. “What gives you the right to erase my marks?!”She raised an arched brow as if the question amused her.“What do you take yourself to be?” she said coolly, her tone sharper than any blade. “Marked by men—a vampire and a werewolf? Are you cursed? Did they put you under a spell, or are you simply desperate to belong?”I felt like I’d been slapped.Aaron, standing stiffly to the side, stepped forward, his tone respectful. “My Queen… perhaps if I could speak to her, alone—”“No!” I growled, pointing a shaking finger at him. “Don’t come near me.”A blast

KEILAH I shot to my feet, my heart hammering in my ears so loud I barely heard Garbie ask, “Did he just say werewolf?”I nodded, numb, eyes locked on the old fae on the altar. My legs felt weak, but I pushed forward through the murmuring crowd, pulling Garbie gently behind me until we reached the edge of the gathering.“Do you think it’s that hot-tempered Alpha?” she whispered.“I know it is,” I breathed. “He followed me too.”The crowd buzzed like hornets. Guards emerged from shadowed corners, their armour iridescent, their eyes glowing faintly like creatures born of moonlight. The old man raised his hand to quiet the chaos.“Do not fear,” he said. “We will deal with this trespasser swiftly. No harm shall come to our people.”My stomach dropped.‘Ralph is in danger.’I broke away from Garbie, moving toward the altar. “Excuse me,” I called out to the old man. “Where is the queen?”He turned slowly, brows lifting. “She left. Headed for the Crescent Gate where the werewolf was seen.”M

DAMIEN Her breath hitched the moment my fingers grazed the curve of her hip through the fabric. I didn't rush, didn't speak. I only looked at her—fully, reverently—as if she were something sacred and breakable.“Damien…” she whispered again, her voice trembling like her hands.“Shh,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re safe. With me, you’re always safe.”She didn’t pull away. Instead, her gaze dropped, lashes lowering, breath shallow.I lowered myself to my knees before her—slowly, deliberately—keeping my hands gently on her thighs. My eyes locked with hers, never straying, letting her see everything I felt but hadn’t said. The ache. The need to soothe her. I leaned in, brushing my lips over the soft fabric just above her knee. Her breath caught. My hands moved slowly, inching the long hem of her dress higher, revealing skin inch by inch—each exposed part a silent vow that I wasn’t going to rush this. That she had all the time in the world to feel safe. Cher