The Dark Lord's Mate. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Aurora smiled warmly. The vampire queen was truly a kind-hearted woman."Of course, you will be my fashion shopper, Queen Lilith," she said, still in awe of the transformation she had undergone in mere minutes. The dress was exquisite, far beyond anything she had ever worn before. The fabric hugged her figure in all the right places, making her feel like someone entirely different—someone worthy.Lilith clapped her hands together excitedly. "Awww, so are you comfortable with the maid adjusting your look?"Aurora blinked at her, momentarily confused. Adjust her look? There was no way she was taking off this dress. It was perfect.Lilith, catching onto her hesitation, burst into laughter. "I meant your makeup, darling." She signaled to a maid, who hurried over with a polished wooden box.Aurora let out a nervous chuckle, feeling a little embarrassed at her misunderstanding. "Oh… yeah, of course. I don’t mind."Her cheeks flushed as the maid opened the box, revealing an array of shimmeri

Come along My love. We still have another place to go." Draven said as he pulled her along to a SUV withing outside for them. Draven open the door for her like a gentleman then offered her a drink.“Take, taste, and tell me your review,” Draven said, his deep voice smooth as silk.Aurora hesitated for a moment before taking the glass from his hand. As her fingers grazed his, a light shiver escaped his lips. He smiled. He was affecting her again—just as she was affecting him.She lifted the glass, bringing it to her lips. The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced—sweet yet complex, rich yet delicate. This was the first time she had ever tasted wine, and somehow, the Vampire King had made the moment feel special.“And how does it taste, mon amour?” Draven asked, his gaze fixed on her. He watched every movement she made, absorbing every reaction. He wanted to learn her—every habit, every expression, every thought.Aurora closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the lingering

Draven watched with quiet satisfaction as Aurora took another bite, her lips parting slightly as she savored the taste. The food was truly delicious, but what pleased him most was that she enjoyed it.As he picked up his fork and joined her in eating, his sharp senses caught something—discomfort still lingered in her scent. She was still hesitant, still guarded.He wished he could erase that unease, wished she would trust him, relax around him.Hoping to shift the atmosphere, he asked, “So, what are your favorite meals?”Aurora’s face lit up instantly, her blue-green eyes shimmering with excitement.“Oh! I love egg-and-cheese toasted bread, chocolate cake with creamy toppings, strawberry ice cream, fried rice with salad, and a huge piece of fried chicken. I like to wash it all down with orange juice,” she said, her voice full of enthusiasm.Draven chuckled, amused by the way she spoke so passionately about food. She was breathtaking when she was excited.It was clear she had been well

It had been two weeks since her last date with King Draven.Aurora could not remember what had happened that night. She was a terrible drunk. When she woke up the next morning, her head pounded like a war drum, her mind was foggy, and everything around her felt strangely unfamiliar. The worst part? She had the nagging suspicion that King Draven had been avoiding her ever since that night.She had no memory of how she got home or if she had done or said something embarrassing. But something must have happened. The only time she saw Draven now was during dinner, and the way he looked at her during those meals sent chills down her spine. It was as if he knew something she didn’t, something that left an unspoken tension hanging between them."You aren't dressed yet, Aurora? We’ll all be late for the king's birthday!" Queen Lilith’s sharp voice jolted her back to the present. "I need to be in the great hall to make sure everything turns out perfectly."Aurora’s eyes widened. She had nearly

A Dangerous CelebrationThe grand hall shimmered with an ethereal glow, bathed in the warm glint of gold and silver decorations. The walls, painted with fine layers of glittering paint, reflected the glow of the chandeliers, making the entire room seem like it was draped in stars.All around, high-ranking vampires conversed in hushed tones, sipping from crystal glasses filled with dark red liquid. These were not just any vampires—they were the elite, the powerhouses of the Vampire Kingdom. Each one either controlled vast business empires or held dominance over vampire packs, making them some of the most influential figures in their world.King Draven stood at the far end of the room, his piercing dark eyes scanning the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Every man was clad in finely tailored suits, and every woman wore luxurious gowns, their outfits reflecting the color theme of the evening. But Draven cared little for any of them. His thoughts were consumed by one person—his mate.He ha