"Don't come any closer!" Sariel roared, pushing me away from his bed. "You know, this is the only way!" I cried out. "I know…" He turned his head away from me. I could see how he tensely clenched his jaw. I could see him gritting his teeth and doing everything he could to hold back his overgrowing bloodlust, yet it was a battle he was bound to lose. "The bookshelf… Look for Dante's Divine Comedy and pull the book out a bit…" He panted, pointing at the corner of his chamber. I didn't know what he meant by that, but I walked over there and found the book. Once I pulled it out, the whole bookshelf moved, opening a secret room hidden behind it. I gasped and looked at Sariel, hoping for more instructions. "Take the shackles…" he said faintly while stabbing his claws into the bed frame. "If I am to bite you, I need something to restrain my strength…" I walked into the room. As I entered, the lights turned on. There was a wall-size sh

Both Sariel and Will locked their eyes on me, anticipating my reaction, but I wasn't sure how to react. Half of my heart jumped for joy that I had something valuable to give Sariel, but the other half kept screaming that I had already been in this kind of situation. I hated being an item, someone's priceless possession. An owner would never have feelings for his "thing", no matter how precious, and at that moment I felt like I became literally a blood bag. "Wow… I have never fought that I would become someone's energy drink…" I muttered, smiling bitterly. "Lilith…" Will sighed, his hands reaching out to soothe me. "That's not—" "You don't get it, Lilith, do you?" Sariel burst out, cutting Will off, "You are the only one with my mark. You are my woman." He gazed confidently into my eyes. Once again, half of my heart called for a celebration, while the other half treated Sariel's words as another reason to be restless. "I just…" I sealed my lips

Only pure-blood vampire families deserved to have a noble title. Until recently, there used to be five noble, pure-blood vampire families. Of course, after the annihilation of the Adragnas, the noble families were down to four. The noble family was allowed to keep the title, as long as there was at least one pure-blood member living in the family. The Grimoards were currently down to three family members. Two of them were pure-bloods: King Mael and Princess Elora, and there was also a half-blood, Prince Kanan, who resembled more of a human than a vampire. After the assassination of the former Duke and Duchess, the Calvet name was held by only two members: Sariel and his sister, Dominique. The other noble families that could potentially aim for the throne were the Desai family and the Orseolo family. The Desais originally came from India, where they were once worshiped as gods. There were currently four pure-blood noble vampires in their family, yet all of them seemed relativ

I woke up naked in Sariel's embrace. This time he left a different type of mark: love bites. He left them all over my body. He didn't drink my blood. He didn't need it. He simply wanted to be with me and was unable to hide how much I was glad about it. A stupid grin didn't leave my face as I lied in his arms, pretending to sleep just to prolong this moment as much as I could. Although my rationality kept sending all kinds of warnings, I chose to ignore them. I wanted to cherish this morning while it lasted without thinking if this would change anything within me or not. I just laid my head on Sariel's chest and listened to his amazing, slow heartbeat while breathing in his scent. "Are you awake, love?" His sleepy voice sounded like the sweetest reward for trying not to move in his arms for about an hour. "Um…" I nodded, hiding my flushed face in his chest once more. He chuckled and stroked my hair with one hand while the other pulled me closer against his nak

I had to say that if Aryan had planned to infuriate Sariel, he had done an amazing job. The future king was a second away from exploding. "Sariel… Calm down… Please…" I whispered softly, being certain he would hear it. With his fierce temper, I could already imagine him slashing Aryan's throat with his claws. I only hoped that he would decide to focus on me before a disaster would have happened. He looked into my eyes and my pleading gaze. His fiery pupils slowly faded, turning gray. I sighed in relief. Sariel stroked my hand on his shoulder and smiled at me. Then he instantly changed his expression, turning his eyes on Aryan. "Sir Desai seems overly concerned about my love life. I can assure you that I always make my own choices, and I am not planning to have anyone choose my partner. As for my marked one, I will not abandon her," Sariel stated, composedly. Aryan chuckled, looking Sariel in the eye. He was intentionally provoking him, challenging him