All Chapters of A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The shifters thrived on power and control, and I was a pawn in their game—an expendable asset they would use and discard without a second thought. It was clear that any attempts at negotiation would be futile, and I wouldn’t fall into that trap. I had no choice but to brace myself for conflict, to accept that I would need to make an enemy out of the very beings who had taken me captive.But there was a silver lining to this grim scenario. Jason had risked everything to venture into the heart of enemy territory for me, and I would honour that sacrifice. I owed him that much. In a world where loyalty was a rare commodity, I was grateful to have someone willing to fight alongside me, even if it was a vampire I had initially considered my adversary.With Patrick, Diane, and Paris absent, there was no issue of divided loyalty weighing on my conscience. They were my friends, my allies, and I knew they would have my back if they were here, but they weren’t. It was just Jason and me now, and

The strangest part was that I didn’t even have all my memories. So many pieces of my past were missing, lost in a fog I couldn’t penetrate, yet the rage still simmered. Even without knowing every detail, I knew enough. I knew I’d been wronged and betrayed, and the world deserved to pay for that.What would it feel like to give in completely, to stop pretending I was anything other than what I truly was? A destroyer. A bringer of death.The thought curled around my mind like smoke, intoxicating and poisonous. If I let it, I could burn everything to the ground. Maybe I was meant to.Maybe the dark song wasn’t something to fear. Maybe it was something to embrace.My hand slipped from Jason’s, my desire to terrorise all beings growing strong.“Ollivara! Stop thinking!” Jason warned menacingly.I turned to him, gazing at the broad sword in his other hand, my image reflected in the shiny blade. My left eye had turned pitch-black, and my right glowed red.“Come back to me, Ollivara,” he call

My eyes widened, heart racing as I processed the scene. Reinforcements. They’d come for us.Before I could react, Jason’s hand clamped around mine, his grip strong and unyielding. I barely had time to register the touch before I felt my feet lift off the ground again, dangling helplessly as he hoisted me into the air with that same supernatural ease that always made me feel like a doll in his hands. He was moving fast, and there was no mistaking the urgency in his actions. Jason was afraid of losing me—afraid that any moment of hesitation could mean the difference between escape and capture.A sudden rush of air signalled the vampire girl’s arrival. She shot down from the sky like an arrow, landing lightly near the tunnel entrance with a graceful thud that made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t even noticed her approach until she was right there, just feet away from us. Her dark wings folded neatly behind her as she flashed me a playful grin, her eyes glinting with mischief. She bowed wi

“How’s your nap?” The vampire king asked a few hours later.“Not bad.” I yawned and looked at my surroundings, “I have questions for you,” I said.“Why am I not surprised?” he said drily. “What more can you possibly ask while we’re running?”“Technically, you’re the one who’s doing the running, and I let you carry me, so I need something to occupy my mind.”“Perhaps I should put you down and let you do the running?”“I don’t mind stretching my legs,” I said. Even I knew how weak my legs were now. The boost I’d got from the vampire’s blood had run dry. He hadn’t thought of letting me take another sip, and I’d never beg for food even when hunger pangs twisted my stomach.To my relief, he didn’t drop me as he’d threatened. He seemed to like having me close to him, with my

“I’ve been doing some thinking,” I said. “You refused to tell me your plans, but I don’t mind sharing mine.”“Which are?” he sneered, back to his old, charming self.He only softened toward me for a few minutes when I dropped a tear or two.“I’m the chatty type, and I’m fresh out of prison. Who doesn’t want to practice talking after being locked up in a solitary cell without seeing any living thing for a week? You’re extremely lucky that I didn’t suffer withdrawal, sweety pie, or you’d have to suffer my company on this long, bumpy journey. Few beings can suffer me gracefully.”He was silent for a moment, but I could feel his rage rising again, heating me.“What’s your big plan then?” he asked.“Take a hot, hot shower and then eat five of the largest burgers in the wild country,” I said.The silvery moonlight spilled onto the rocky terrain right outside the forest. Jason’s shoulder-length hair billowed in the wind, and my blue hair flowed wildly. The air felt dry and crisp, and my com