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His Highness's little mate

Chapter 5 Unwanted distraction

Word Count: 1122    |    Released on: 24/09/2023

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thick with a sense of unease, a palpable tension that clung to the walls like a dark shroud. The king himself sat upon his obsidian throne, his

careful with choosing his next w

rom the face of the Earth. We couldn't locate them Your Highness" Maurice

He looked pale and ragged because he hadn't fed very well in a very long time, ever sin

r who abused her then. She had come to find him in her wolf form unsure of what to do and he had left her in the forest because he didn't want a werewo

e job of masking their presence with that witch's magic. The only problem he had with entering that territory was being invited in. He has been using his dream

ill be visible once again and he will be able to reunite with her. With a

mate, Diana-the one he longed for with a burning intensity that threatened to con

ensnared many a heart. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her sapphire eyes shimmered with a

her voice like honey, as she

fly flickered with a mix of desire and frustration. He knew Erica's intentions all too well-she aimed to seduce him, to draw him away fr

s control slipped. In an instant, his demeanor changed. His features contorted with a wild fury, and he seiz

ce. The vampire king's rage was a tempest, his eyes blazing with an intensity that could incinera

e a low growl, his fangs bared

er every being and she was happy the little minx was out of the picture but Vampires only mate once in their lifetime and

shaken to her core. She had dared to tempt the vampire king, to offer herself as a fleeting distraction, a

. He paced the chamber like a caged beast, his emotions in turmoil. Diana was w

s, his knuckles turning white, as he envisioned the torment she might be enduring. The vampire king's struggle was t

e very forces that sought to keep them apart. But in the depths of his conflic

n a path of self-destruction. As the night wore on, the vampire king's mind remained a tempest of

r and even though he couldn't hold her or caress his mark on her neck and watch her little die eyes rol

oice whispered immediately he app

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