Eleanor’s eyes cracked open at the break of dawn and was alarmed when she slowly grasped she was in her bedroom and could not remember how she got back upstairs last night. The last memory she had was of Drakken doing heavenly things to her body with such intent adoration. The man surely had skills. Then, she frowned at the memory.She regretted allowing him touch her that way. She had been too lost in the moment to form a complete sentence, let alone think straight. And the worst part was that she wanted him to do it again. Touch her in the places that awoke things in her she did not know existed.She sighed ruefully. These feelings would eventually be the end of her.She left the bed to prepare and resume work in the garden, showered, and was combing her hair when Evie made an entrance."I bring news," the maid announced as Eleanor tore her gaze away from the mirror to glance at her."Is it good or bad?""It depends on how you look at it," she said with a genuine smile. "The King

It was already the third day of Eleanor working at the healing school and Emma had begun to go easy on her. The girl’s heart was not completely made out of steel after all, Eleanor thought.The clock struck six at dusk when Eleanor retired from the day’s work. She was drowsy and it made her eyes droop, rubbing at it to ward off sleep. Walking out from tre hospital towards the castle, her eyes caught sight of Emma heading towards the garden who was constantly looking over her shoulders. Strange. Whatever was she doing in the garden late at night? Even the people working at the gardens had retired too.Brushing it off, Eleanor made her way to her bedroom and awaited Evie. She would be coming in anytime soon with dinner, as always. Eleanor had a quick shower and changed into her night gown before the maid arrived.She was staring out the window up at the stars in the night sky when she heard Evie come in."Have you ever thought about what happens after death?" Eleanor asked absentmindedl

"So, you have the pup now... What are you planning to do with him?" George asked Drakken who had his nose buried deep in a glass of white wine."What else? Use the boy to further threaten his mother. Bend her to my will. There are plenty of options."Drakken had a new sense of power knowing he had full control over Eleanor now. The thought of how she would react when he informed her of the pup’s presence in the palace further amused him. He could imagine her searching for ways to find the boy, but she would never. Drakken had the boy kept where she would never think of."This is not the time for distractions. Did you forget promising elders of the pack a Lunaqueen? Or do I need to refresh your memory?" George leaned on the door to the King’s study, wondering why he was being nonchalant about it."I never meant it when I agreed to take the vampire king’s daughter as Lunaqueen. You of all people should know that...""Benjamin would make a big deal out of it later. That smug little idio

The next morning, from the heavy sunlight slipping through the curtains threatening to blind her, Eleanor knew it was late when she woke up. Drakken’s body was huge and warm under the sheets, and so much of him was bordering her. His arm was slung over her midriff, snuck under the lingerie she had slipped on last night to seduce him, which worked like magic by the way, his hands splayed over the skin on her stomach.Her skin burned up at each point of contact his skin made with hers. Which was many, many places. And when everything played back in her mind like a blurry film, her cheeks instantly boiled with heat.Eleanor had not meant to let it get that intense but her hormones seemed to get the better of her-which was the new norm whenever she was close to Drakken. Then there was that thing Drakken did with his tongue when he buried his head in her core, instantly sending her to cloud nine.She flushed a bright red at the memory and stared at him on the bed. What would he think of h

The thought of Eleanor filled Drakken’s head like an overdosed drug. Her scent still lingering on his bed and on the pillows. It was when he caught himself sniffing the sheets repeatedly he had sent in for a maid to wash it and replace it with another, lest he went mad. He did not wish to keep being reminded of Eleanor’s presence even when she was not physically present.His mood was amped up than usual for the rest of the morning, not even wavering a bit when his father brought up talks of the vampire princess that would have pissed him off on a normal day.Last night with Eleanor in his arms was the best night he had ever had. She was not the first woman to warm his bed, but she certainly made a difference. The unusualnesses though that she displayed when he wanted to have sex with her, and her bone-chilling nightmare bothered him, almost at the point of torment.Drakken was aware he had murdered her parents in cold blood, yet that did not seem to be the issue pertaining to her nigh