Chapter Eleven. MirahI shivered as his hand cupped my mound and stroked my clit. A gasp made its way out of my throat, but he swallowed it with an intense kiss.As the sexual tension mounted, he pulled away. I stared into his lust-darkened eyes. “Why did you stop?” I whispered.“Leave.” A single word.I sat up, ignoring the throbbing between my legs. “Excuse me?” My brain struggled to catch up, and my voice was pathetically shaky.“Leave Mirabella.” He said again, and I clambered off the bed. My hand was on the doorknob, when I turned again.“This night never happened.” I hurried out of the room without waiting for his response.That happened nights ago. As I leaned against the headboard that morning, after a wicked hangover, I wondered what festivity was on. Even the maids that'd served breakfast and lunch had queer looks on their faces.“What's happening?” I tried asking one of them, but got no response. She simply stared at me like I was a clown, before

Chapter Thirteen. ZekeDark ornate vases lined the corridor, as I walked alongside Master Ragnarok to his study. Like every other room in his castle, I hated the smell of old wood, and the out-of-date portraits hanging on the wall.He continued talking as we walked. “...as befitting the king-to-be. The marriage has to be best that ever was.” He flashed me a broad smile, which I reciprocated with a tight one of my own.Days ago, Master Ragnarok had asked to see me. It turned out Darcel had told him about the incident at the bar. A completely twisted version.Expecting to see him flare up, I'd gotten wary when he beamed me a warm smile, and shook my hand. “Great to see you taking the much-awaited step forward.” He'd said, leaving me bewildered.As he continued in his excitement, I finally realized what was going on. She'd told him I wanted to tie the knot officially.I'd never been helpless as I was at that moment. Saying no, would be going back on the engagemen

Chapter Fifteen. Mirah“A monster won't emerge from the door, young lady. Relax.” Nessa assured, as she threw some popcorn into her mouth.But even with her assurance, I couldn't help but feel wary. It was already the third day since I encountered Jayden at the shopping mall. The third day since I had restless nights.“Do you think he'd come here?” I asked Nessa in a defeated tone. She regarded me for a moment, and turned back to the TV's lit screen. We were watching one of her favorite thrillers. “He's wiser than that. Relax, Mirah.” She cooed.I nodded and turned back to watching the thriller. My mind was disconcerted, my head feeling woozy.“Do you have some tequila?” I asked her after a while.She looked at me with an odd expression. “You don't drink.” More of a statement than a question.That was then. Before I allowed a certain vampire help me escape. Thinking about Zeke made me began drinking.“People change.” I shrugged, and grabbed my bowl of popcorn from

Chapter Seventeen. MirahMy mother's call, and Jayden's threat vanished to the back of my mind as the days passed by. As Nessa's birthday party approached, I focused on persuading her to have a big birthday party. She was turning twenty-three after all.After countless reasons why she should throw a mini party, invite people, instead of the little stay-at-home birthday celebration we usually had, my efforts finally paid off.Hultons was the perfect and most expensive hotel in America. It was where the party was being held. Brightly illuminated, with guests moving around, it was worth the money.“Thank you,” I smiled at a passing waiter, and grabbed a glass of red wine. I watched as the celebrant attended to her guests.But with the look on her face, I knew she'd rather be eating an apple, than to chat with the man currently at her front. And Nessa hated apples.I caught her pleading look, and grinned inwardly. I was about to go over, when I caught the sight of someone.

Chapter Nineteen. ZekeMaster Ragnarok was all smiles that morning. I watched as he discussed something with my father- the King.As a rule of the Weasels' kingdom, only members of the upper-age could attend the marriage ceremony of anyone from the royal family. As such, the guests in attendance ranged from five centuries and above. A section was reserved for the members of The Prestigious Royal Circle- who dressed uniformly in black suits.I tapped restlessly on my knee. The wedding was scheduled ten minutes from now. But it felt like forever.The hall was exquisitely decorated. Used mainly by the royal family from generations-generations, it had an aura that commanded respect. Blue lights illuminated every corner, making the white floor sparkle.The door opened, and a veiled Darcel walked in alongside her bridal train. She was dressed in a red gown- the symbol of celebration in the vampire kingdom. She walked with gaiety and poise, but I felt nothing. In my mind's eye, I saw Mirah i