All Chapters of An Alpha tryst with the vampire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lisa's POVI struggled against my bonds as I was roughly dragged by one of the goons as we went to the palace. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I had been captured by the werewolves after all despite my best attempts. They had learnt their lessons the hard way so my hands were tied behind stopping me from using my powers to escape.They all must have looked an intimidating sight to anyone watching judging from their appearance. The sentinels around must have never heard of shirts as their upper bodies were bare leaving their well defined muscles to all and sundry. In a different world I would have swooned at the sight of all these hot male bodies around me.The brazen show of bodies was something that creatures like the vampires wouldn't do. They more much too noble and proud to behave barbaric. At least in public. When outside, their lords affected a gentlemanly air around them that could fool the unwary. I was pulled out of my thoughts roughly as I stumbled and fell on

Jeremy's POV The wind roared around me as the private jet touched down on a long, isolated runway. I had barely spoken since Viktor led me aboard. Part of me still couldn’t believe I had agreed to this. The USB drive he’d given me burned in my pocket, but I hadn’t dared to look at it. Not yet. Not until I knew exactly what I was stepping into.As the plane taxied to a stop, Viktor unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to me. “This is your last chance to turn back.”I met his gaze. “You and I both know that’s not an option.”His jaw tightened, but he said nothing. He stood and grabbed his coat, nodding for me to follow. The moment we stepped off the plane, a sleek black car was waiting for us, the driver already holding the door open.I slid into the backseat, my fingers curling into my lap as Viktor settled in beside me. The moment the door shut, the car moved forward, gliding through the night.The estate was massive. Iron gates loomed ahead, the emblem on them gleaming under the dim se

Anna's POVThe shift in my colleagues' behaviour was subtle at first—a hesitant pause in conversations as I entered a room, awkward smiles where there used to be casual fun. By lunchtime, it was impossible to ignore. The whispers followed me, just out of earshot, and the knowing glances stung more than outright confrontation would have.It was Brenda who confirmed my suspicions with a strained attempt at small talk. “You know how offices are,” she said, her tone too casual. “People love a bit of gossip.”I managed a smile and nodded, but my appetite vanished. This was what I wanted to avoid.The hostility came from unexpected corners: a terse email from a colleague who usually flooded my inbox with jokes; a project lead suddenly too busy to review my contributions. Others were painfully polite, treating me like a fragile ornament they were afraid to break. Those ones I hated the most.Despite all this, I kept my focus on my work, determined not to let the unease get to me. But the un

Anna's POV The shift in my colleagues' behaviour was subtle at first—a hesitant pause in conversations as I entered a room, awkward smiles where there used to be casual fun. By lunchtime, it was impossible to ignore. The whispers followed me, just out of earshot, and the knowing glances stung more than outright confrontation would have. It was Brenda who confirmed my suspicions with a strained attempt at small talk. “You know how offices are,” she said, her tone too casual. “People love a bit of gossip.” I managed a smile and nodded, but my appetite vanished. This was what I wanted to avoid. The hostility came from unexpected corners: a terse email from a colleague who usually flooded my inbox with jokes; a project lead suddenly too busy to review my contributions. Others were painfully polite, treating me like a fragile ornament they were afraid to break. Those ones I hated the most. Despite all this, I kept my focus on my work, determined not to let the unease get to me. But

Dorian's POV I stared uninterestedly at the runway as the plane shuddered to a stop, and the seatbelt sign dings off. I stood up, unbuckled and lurched forward, only to be stopped by the wall of bodies cramming the aisle and I was almost pushed over.I scowled deeply when people began yanking their bags from the overhead compartments like it was a race, the same way Americans did. It was everything different from what I thought Germany to be.Someone’s backpack swung dangerously close to my face and I ducked. I gripped the armrest, exhaling through my nose as I waited for the madness of the economy class to die down.I glanced at my phone—no signal yet. The flight attendant was smiling that tired, practiced smile, reminding us to be orderly. No one listened. The line inched forward, the guy ahead of me struggling with an overstuffed duffel. I shifted my weight impatiently, my carry-on wedged between my feet. The air was hotter and stuffier, like the plane itself was urging us to lea