Fangs and Feelings 2 { Kisses of the Dark }

Chapter Two. Natasha“I have no intention of changing my mind, Mother. You still have a long way to go, before descending from your position as queen. I don't want to become your successor,” I snapped, not bothering to hide the biting edge in my voice.She winced, and leaned down to gently raise her cup of tea from the table. I watched as she slowly brought it to her lips and took a sip. “I don't remember seeking your permission, Nat.” She said quietly. But beneath that calm facade, I could sense her boiling anger. I took a deep breath, and leaned against the sofa.After scolding me about my constant visits to the human realm, she'd asked to have a discussion with me. And here we were. “Mother, anyone could have the throne. I don't care.” I retorted. I was sorry for speaking to her in that manner, yet I wasn't.She remained silent for a while, and then holding my gaze she asked, “Even Calise?” My gaze turned sharp, and I straightened on my seat. A gnawi

Chapter Four. Kai Natasha's face turned pale as Kaleb walked into the room. I tuned out the rest of their words, while I struggled to keep my anger at bay. Natasha at the Dark Realm Royal Academy? I pushed off the sofa and walked out of the room. They could kill themselves for all I cared. The hallway was unusually silent, courtesy of the first week of resumption. I rounded up a corner, and pushed the door open. “A knock would do, Sir Kai,” Sir Patrick said leisurely, without lifting his head from the book he was reading. “Take Natasha to another dorm.” I said straightforwardly. He finally lifted his head. “And why would I do that?” He countered. I took a step closer to him, slamming both hands on the table before him. He didn't flinch. I held his gaze as I gritted out the words. “Switch her dorm. The sight of her irks me.” “The only alternative is taking her to Dorm Beige.” He said with a sigh. I scoffed. “So? Isn't the Academy all about t

Natasha.“I’m sorry,” I apologized in a flustered manner, attempting to brush off the uniform of the student I'd just bumped into. Buried in my thoughts on my way to my seat, I hadn't seen her, the result was a glowering blonde looking at me with a look that could kill.“Sorry?” she repeated, disgust lacing her tone as she looked at me over. She held my wrist when I attempted to smoothen her uniform once more. “Don’t you dare touch me with those hands of yours.”I was inwardly seething with rage, but for the fact that I was the one who'd hit her first, not the other way round, I tried to maintain my calm.“I already said sorry. I was thinking about something.” I said, praying she'd just let it go.“Thinking? Hear that guys?!” She raised her voice for the benefit of other students, and her cohorts who were popping chewing gum beside her.She moved closer to me, and jabbed a finger at my chest. To my credit, I didn't lose my calm.“And what could a new stud