All Chapters of Sold To The Cruel Vampire King: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Deluna's PovI got a second chance to prove myself to Lucian, all thanks to Travis. It was as if fate had set the stage for my redemption or perhaps for another twist in this tangled web of magic and intrigue that had always defined my life. I leaned off the cool greens in Lucian's mansion as I worked on my spells for the potion. My mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts. "Was Naomi really saying the truth when she said Travis feels something for me?" "Well, we will see about that. Right now, I just want to focus on creating a potion that will really work."Finally, it was time for me to put my efforts into play and prove to Lucian and all others what I was capable of. "All those who undermined my powers will be left awestruck when I'm done with this."I would show them that a twenty year old witch wasn't that inexperienced, and soon, the world would learn that age was no measure of power. Just then, Lucian strode into the garden, his presence commanding, startling me out of thou

Alexander's PovAfter getting the estimated number of blood tons we would need, I set aside my glass, giving a light rub to my eyes. "I was getting old." I chuckled.Just then, a sinister plan crossed my mind about Naomi. I thought of having the feel of her flesh underneath me, with her banging up and down on my erected dick, licking it, letting me caress her dark, juicy orange. Those thoughts aroused me, and I felt widely awake as I made my way to her room, opening the door silently. Well, I guess I wasn't silent enough as Naomi turned to face me, or maybe she had never slept. "Why aren't you asleep? It's late," I asked. "With you creepy bastards lurking around? Hell no," Naomi retorted. "Remember, it's your master you're talking about?" I reminded her, as she seemed to have forgotten her place. "Master, my foot. A master who defiled his servant and took her into slavery?" "Is it that master we are talking about?" Her words stung, but they were the truth. I made my way toward

Naomi's PovI came to a sad realization; I was lost in a glimmering world filled with inclement coldness, dismal light, and, more importantly, thick herb-scented air. A scorching throb grazed my aching head as I struggled all the more to focus on the previous night. This could not have been Lucian's mansion or the Shadows' quarters.The walls were stone and cold, ancient and damp, with cracks all over formed like veins on some fading skin.The air was thick with something heavy, something I could not name. My tongue was bitter; it seemed I had been drugged. And then it all came flooding back. DeLuna. The one behind this entire thing. Darkness blotted her betrayal, sharp and cruel. My fingers curled to form fists, and I grunted as I sat up, ignoring the pain shooting throughout my body. DeLuna was at the far end of the room, bent over a wooden table where something was grounded into a thick paste. The odor was intolerable, harsh on the nostrils, so much so that it was canine-like.

DeLuna’s PovWhat happened? I paced in the dim room, blood and smoke lingering in the air, and my hands shaking, my head reeling at the reality of Naomi, Lucian, and Travis being gone. Gone. This hadn't been supposed to go down in such a way. Naomi hadn't been supposed to leave me. She hadn't been supposed to have gone, she should have realized where she actually belonged at my side. But she'd been taken from me, and for all for that damn stupid Alexander’s sake. My eyes flashed at his dead form at my feet, pockmarked with spines I'd inserted into him. Blood surrounded him, sinking into crevices in the flooring, a dark, conclusive stamp of betrayal. You ruined everything, I snarled in my head.You should have been smarter, I whispered, my voice hoarse, broken with the feeling of anger cussing through my veins.I let out a bitter laugh, the second harsh in the otherwise silent room. There was no one left to hear it, but I couldn't stop the bitterness from spilling out.My hands

Naomi’s PovWe moved into Lucian’s residence, and a strange sensation crept over my heart. Relief? Uncertainty? Fear? Perhaps a little of each. I'd hoped it would not go according to plan. For days, I'd fantasized about the worst. Lucian took me in and locked me in a dark room, punishing me for my wrongdoings, or, worse, looking at me with hatred in his eyes. But that hasn’t happened. Rather, he'd taken me in with arms open. I took my position in the grand entrance hall, dim chandeliers illuminating warm, soft lights over polished floors. All seemed too quiet, too still, as the walls seemed to inhale and exhale in harmony with me. Was it over?Alexander. Dead.Bain. Lost.Aaron. Erased. My tormenters, one at a time, fell. Would the others fall too? Would all slave dealers, all buyers, all depraved monsters living off misery cease to occupy this earth? A strong desire, an impossible one, but one I clung to with my whole heart. I breathed out, my hands folded in my dress, and