Two Kings For Ellie

nder on later, after I had gotten my request granted. It took me a whole lot to get to him; I was coated with a magical liquid that masked scents that I stole from Eamonn. If Eamonn finds out I was h

s easy as I had p

k Pack. I was shocked at the way I spoke. I spoke bravely like I wasn't in the presence of a powerful vampire. I laughed at my stupidity. I swallowed d

wned this place, and I was the intruder. The intruder who might become a prey with no escape even as I stood drenched at

ims. I read books about the Royalties so I knew. And the life-threatening message came from the nonchalant-looking king sitting shirtless at one end of the dim room. I remember the heaviness I felt in my chest as I read the note line by line. I watched out for when the sun

stroke he made on the canvas with his paintbrush. "So you can either be the one posing on t

d down my cheeks the moment I said the last words. His statement told me the obvious. I heard he does not o

you, Ellie." He said without looking at me. The way he said my name, like he was irritated by the mere thought of 'Ellie.' It meant light. Vampire's weakness. "Make no move, Edgar. I'm trying to get the plumpness of your

r wished to be his target of main focus, but how else do I expect him

e's somewhere waiting for a miracul

f it's the last thing I do to

ill either get me killed or save me. Vanchure paused his strokes on the

d to the man who lay on the whi

wly stood up, making slow steps out of the room, I too

Vanchure. Light and darkness. One was clearly

d above us after Edgar left, but who was I to speak fi

asked piss

e. He swept a loose strand of his wavy white hair to the back of his ear. I forced myself to look into his challenging eyes. I doubt if I've ever felt this captivated by manliness in my life, not even the first

er to get to you. It was the only way I could drag you out of those choking arms of your so-called mate, Eamonn." His gray eyes held mine, but where mine held

utterance of nothing. Like my eyes gave out my unasked questions, he replied. "Y

est there is. Not alpha blood, not beta blood, but an omega's. Isla had beta blood. And if he had ever conquered any werewolf, it was probably the Alpha wolves

ng his head. "Too bad Eamonn left his damsel to journey down to Throx

your friend." I breathed, once I uttered that statement, he sneered. "That's fine; we can start slow. I don't rush, you know that." He said as he inched closer to me, his warm breath fanned my face. In

his plan

he probably need me for? I allowed

silk white dress had turned see-through due to the rain I had c

hammered in my ribcage. He does not only see my

ngs. He would have looked so hot if his intent wasn't to drive those fangs of his into my skin. "You