After crashing her stepfather's car, 20-year-old sharp-tongued disobedient Jo Fisher finds herself facing a five-year sentence under the strict oversight of a high-level mafia vampire guardian. In this new world order, large vampire families, once thought to be mafia families in the 20th and 21st centuries, now preside over all legal matters and wield global authority after making their true natures known to the world. Jo's sentence is to be served as a contracted slave at Camilla Academy, a prestigious institution established by the more refined families where vampires turned at young ages learn to coexist with their human counterparts and maintain control, ensuring their human charges become compliant and dependable sources of sustenance. Jo's options are limited. She must either adopt the role of a slave/pet to a vampire master or become the more cherished ward of a Daddy (or Mommy) vampire, expected to regress into an almost adolescent state of obedience. Dane, an ancient vampire prince underboss from the original family, is drawn to Jo's vibrant spirit and tendency to push boundaries. Captivated by her fiery demeanor and stubborn temperament, he is determined to have her as his mate rather than a subordinate. Can he temper Jo's vivacious spirit just enough for them to navigate the academy's demands without extinguishing the very fire that draws him to her? **WARNING: INCLUDES DARK SCENES SOME MAY FIND DISTURBING**
View More(DEIRK POV) I caught Cami's eye, signaling for a moment of her attention. When she approached, I suggested, under the guise of the overcrowded room, that Percy and I step aside to solidify our newfound bond in a quieter setting. "You know he will try to follow. It would be best if you had Dane," she cautioned quietly.I responded, "Can't, Jo's awake already."Cami's frustration was evident. "This is why I wanted you all in the west wing. I can't let you take him off grounds, not right now. If he tries to escape..."Percy began to interject, but Cami firmly silenced him with a hard slap. I felt a protective instinct kick in, and I wrapped my arm around Percy, which drew a knowing smile from Cami.She leaned in, whispering, "I was worried you were just claiming him to keep him from Mag, but I can see that's not the case. Three days, Deirk. Three days, and you keep control of him. If he runs away, I will have your head. Do you hear me? And in those three days, I need you to convince D
(DEIRK POV) "We've got this under control, thank you," I stated firmly, trying to keep the situation from escalating with Magness's involvement."Nonsense. I'm already here," Magness countered smoothly. I might as well lend a hand."I scrutinized him carefully, always wary of his intentions. Freed from his direct influence, I observed him through a lens of wary independence, yet the scars of past manipulations lingered. My detachment from Magness was a bittersweet liberation, the freedom tainted by the deep-seated wounds of our dark history I was forced to often revisit. Dane remained entangled in Magness's web, a connection I resented for keeping me tethered to a past I yearned to forget. My loyalty to Dane was unwavering, but it tethered me to the creature responsible for my deepest traumas.Effortlessly, Magness dealt with a couple of the resisting wards, their feet barely touching the ground as he escorted them to the dining hall. With his unparalleled charm, Jax persuaded anoth
(DEIRK POV) I couldn't shake the feeling that Camilla had a hand in orchestrating this entire situation just for me. The tailored suit I donned, a gift from Dane years ago, was supposed to instill confidence, but instead, it served as a reminder of the facades we often hide behind. Reflecting on the past month spent with Jo, I realized there was never a moment of desire beyond brotherly protection. My heart didn't race from our closeness, not in the way one might expect. Yes, I admired and cared for her, but the absence of any deeper romantic or sexual inclination towards her was a truth I could no longer ignore. Despite my affection for the company of women, my heart veered in a different direction. Perhaps my upbringing, surrounded by women with a stark absence of male companionship, influenced my inclinations more than I cared to admit. Dane wrapped me in a hug, his confidence in me unshaken. "Little lord, you've got this," he encouraged. His casual use of the nickname didn't
As Dane's whisper filtered through the darkness, confessing his reluctance yet the necessity to give me more of Magness's blood to hasten my recovery, I yearned to communicate my consent. Trapped in this void, anything to quicken my return to reality was a lifeline I desperately wanted. Anything. Even that assholes blood. "I know this isn't ideal, but it's necessary," Dane's voice was a soft echo in the void, "Mag's blood... it'll help speed up your return to us." Though meant to comfort, it carried a resignation I could sense even in my disoriented state. The sensation of a needle piercing my arm jolted me. Dane's excitement at my physical response to the discomfort was the most hopeful sound I'd heard in an eternity. "You're starting to come back to us. This should help you open your eyes soon," he encouraged. I clung to Dane's words, imagining the moment I could see again, be part of the world I was so abruptly torn from. As Dane checked my pulse, his lips on my neck fe
(DANE POV) Watching her motionless on the bed, a wave of shame washed over me. I berated myself for letting the situation spiral to such a dire point. Her hand remained in mine, a connection to the bond I was so afraid of breaking now. I held on, desperate for any sign of her awareness and needs, any slight response to my presence. Deirk broke my cycle of remorse the second he walked back in. "Well, she has color again," he remarked. His observation, though meant to be reassuring, only reminded me of how pale I'd let her become under my care. The irony that I had always prided myself on being able to protect those I cared about, and I ultimately ended up endangering her, was not lost on me. The mishap had been a close call, too close. Failing to notice the disconnect when my wound healed, leaving us no longer linked in that crucial moment, nearly cost her life. It was a lapse that forced me to summon Magness for help. A decision made in utter desperation. "Yeah, and there
(JO POV) Drifting in a void of darkness, I was caught between consciousness and something else entirely. It was as if I were floating in an endless, dark sea, occasionally brushed by echoes of the familiar. Voices, distant yet distinct, pierced the silence around me, their words reaching me through the fog that clouded my mind.I experienced fleeting glimpses of the room around me in this strange limbo. How, I couldn't fathom, my eyes remained firmly shut. There was a peculiar comfort that came each time I felt Dane's lips firmly against my neck. This sensation grounded me and tethered me to a reality I was struggling to grasp. I longed to voice how much his presence soothed me, but my body refused to cooperate, leaving me trapped within myself.Magness's firm and authoritative voice cut through the haze. "Relax. We have medical equipment for that. She's doing fine."Dane's response was filled with a stubborn adherence to the old ways. "I know, but feeling her pulse myself... it's r
(JO POV) Retreating to the bathroom, a sanctuary Deirk had introduced me to, I sought comfort in the sunlight. It was a small solace, feeling the warmth against my skin, a brief escape from the turmoil unfurling within the townhouse. The simple joy of basking in the sunlight, something so mundane yet profoundly missed, enveloped me in a moment of peace.When Dane knocked, signaling his presence, I reluctantly closed off my connection to the sunlight, sealing the window.He immediately surrounded me in a desperate hug. I noticed him smelling my forehead. "Oh my, he told you to smell me, didn't he?" I couldn't help but laugh a little."Yeah, he was pretty adamant about it. Made me promise I would," Dane admitted."I noticed him doing it, but he never told me why," I recalled Deirk's peculiar actions and occasional deep breaths when close."It's the sun, kitten. We can smell it on you," Dane explained."That's amazing. Can you smell it in your... sun garden too?" The curiosity was gen
(DANE POV)I put my hand on Deirk's shoulder, guiding Jo closer until she was nestled securely against my chest. "Close your eyes," I instructed, preparing to share the shadows of my recent past with them.Needing to show Deirk just how far Magness had already fallen back into the hole, the memory began with Magness and me in the bedroom. We watched as I observed Magness as he fed from the femoral artery of a blond guy, eerily similar in appearance to me.I caught Deirk's reaction of disgust and explained, "Towards the end, this became almost an hourly occurrence. I think Magness was trying to torment me, trying to invoke jealousy by lavishing attention on someone who resembled me.""Where do these guys come from?" Jo questioned. "Some willingly I believe, but most are from auction blocks," I replied.The scene shifted to a dimly lit room, the site of an interrogation. A girl, the infiltrator from the school, was tied to a chair opposite a battered and bloody man. Despite the man's d
(JO POV)The pressure in the room, and thus my anxiety, escalated rapidly as Dane vented his frustrations. "Well... How close you two are makes total fuckin' sense now," he yelled, his movements a blur of speed and agitation. His voice had shifted into that thick New York accent.Attempting to help, I stood to hug him, only for him to brush past me and say, "Not right now." His dismissal felt like a physical blow, sending my emotions into a freefall.Deirk intervened. "Dane... I think you need to feed more. Going a month without has taken its toll, and one feed isn't enough to stabilize you."Dane halted, turning to face Deirk with a steely gaze. "I'm trying to take it slow, considering she's likely to try to feed us both now. And we all know how that might end." His frustration culminated in a sudden blurred punch to the wall.The intensity of Dane's anger, his physical expressions of it, transported me back to darker times under my stepfather's roof. I began to shake uncontrollably,
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