After his mate was killed before his eyes by The Vampire King, Aidar was tortured and used as a blood bag; his Lycan blood was a delicacy thoroughly enjoyed. Resigned to his fate, he made no attempts to escape until he scented her. His second chance mate. His will to live was instantly re-awakened and he eventually escaped only to find out his second chance mate was also a vampire. How could fates be so cruel? Will he be able to dissolve his hatred for vampires and build a future with her or will he remain stuck in the past, unable to acknowledge her? Sneak a peek...
"How do I bypass the forte?" Kenrik asked, pouring molten silver on his knee. The stream of molten silver burnt and peeled his skin to the bone and Adair bit his tongue to prevent himself from screaming. Blood pooled into his mouth from the self-made cut and he coughed at the metallic taste, choking on it. He would rather bite his tongue than allow Kenrik, the King of the Vampires, to get satisfaction by hearing him scream.
"You will never break me", he said with conviction, spitting a bloody wad of saliva at his feet.
The Vampires and the werewolves have been at war since the peace treaty was broken centuries ago. The werewolves had kept away from the night creatures, but the vampires soon got tired of animal and human blood. They wanted varieties. One by one, werewolves and Lycans alike began missing. After their bodies were found weeks later, drained of blood with puncture wounds all over.
In retaliation, the werewolves had set fire to an entire vampire village during the day while they slept. And so It began.
"We shall see about that" Kendrik said, rubbing his clean-shaven jaw. "Bring her in!"
Bring who in? Adair wondered.
His question was soon answered when he scented his female. She was dragged in with a bag on her head as she struggled fiercely. A fist connected to one of her kidnapper's jaws which sent him flying across the room. Kenrik backhanded her and her struggling ceased as she slumped to her knees. The bag was removed from her face and she gazed at him with tears in her eyes, her words muffled by the dirty gag in her mouth.
"You touch her and I'll make you pay", Adair growled in anger, struggling against his silver chains. When he broke out from this dungeon, he intended to tear Kendrik limb from limb for all the pain he'd inflicted on him, but if Myra was touched in any way, he would make his pain long and slow. He conveyed this with his eyes.
Instead, the King only laughed. "My scouts caught her this morning, just north of your fortress. She had set out all alone to search for you" He laughed heartily once more, shaking his head in disbelief. "You know I can never understand this 'mate bond'. It seems it makes one dumb. Anyways, she's a fierce little fierce thing." he whispered, trailing his hands down her face.
"Touch her and-"
"And what? You can't do anything. So let's start again, shall we? How do I bypass the forte?" He asked once more, his fangs elongating as he snarled.
"Let her go and I swear on my life and hers, I'll tell you" Adair promised.
"You're in no position to bargain. Tell me what I want to hear and I will spare her. You have my word."
Adair sweated profusely as he thought of his choices. He had none. The secret way into the impenetrable fortress in exchange for her life and the life of their unborn child. He looked sadly at her form on the floor and smiled. "It will be fine, I promise" he mouthed.
She shook her head at him, warning him not to betray their people. His people.
But at that moment, the people didn't matter to him, only she did. He told the king what he wanted to hear. The truth.
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Love is a fleeting thing which makes one weak, but you animals never listen."
"Let her go now, you promised," Adair said, guilt eating at him. Because of him, thousands will die. The fortress was a sanctuary for thousands of his people, but he had now condemned them to death. He was not fit to be called a prince anymore.
But that didn't matter. Only she did.
"On another thought, torturing you has made me hungry and sadly, she seems to be the only meal around", Kendrik said, licking his lips.
"No! Please no...no...you promised. Take me, feed on me instead. I beg you please!", Adair pleaded with anguish.
But his pleas fell on deaf ears as Kendrik sank his fangs into her pale throat right before his eyes, making nauseating sucking sounds.
No...No...No!
He wailed helplessly as he felt her grow faint through their mate bond. He fought against the silver restraints which held him down in the wooden chair as he held her gaze transfixed at the lone tear which ran down her cheeks. More guards rushed in to hold him down and he was pushed to the ground as a boot dug painfully into his lower back. The pain was nothing compared to the growing one in his chest. The gag fell from her mouth and the words "I love you" were whispered weakly as she faded away.
Only after she was drained of blood did Kendrik wrench his fangs from her, tearing her neck open. He smacked his lips, catching the stray drop of blood on his lips. There was nothing like a healthy Lycan's blood, he thought.
Her lifeless body dropped from his hand and landed with a thud at his feet. Nodding to his guards, they dragged her out of the cell.
"I'll be back", he winked before stepping out, closing the cell shut behind him.
Adair heard nothing, his senses dulled by the increasing hole in his soul. He suddenly felt incomplete and untethered, floating through a cloudy storm of pain.
She was gone.
His mouth opened in a wordless cry as pain, despair and anguish rammed into him over and over. He let out a roar which shook the whole pillars of the castle as something snapped in him.
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."