Chapter 3
Beatrice sat at the table, and her eyes looked around.
Years ago she was part of this group, the Elites.
She was still part of them, but her property was being held by the government of the land of Naslish.
Sha watched Mel dance with different men.
Her sister, after all, was quite a beauty and men loved her.
"The Party has just begun, and it seems you're tired." The voice startled her and when she turned..the person with the voice startled her the more.
"Milord." She gave a slight bow and stood up.
Her silvery gown brushed past his leg and he took a step backward.
"How are you finding the party Little Beatle?" He asked, his eyes rounding the number of people in the house.
"Pardon me Milord, but my name is Beatrice not Beatle." She corrected with a smile.
She was not little, she was a full-grown woman.
At the age of Nineteen, she was already full and ready to get married.
If he was not the Lord Of Viscoria, she would have banged his head on the table.
"How bad of me to call a woman little." His eyes bored hers.
She didn't like the way he assessed her, as if she was one of those ladies the men would look thoroughly before purchasing at the black market where slaves and maids were kept for purchase.
"Pardon me Milord, but I have to take my leave now." She gave him a bow and hurried away.
Grabbing the woman who had found joy in dancing, Beatrice headed for the door.
"The party closes by Five in the evening sister, it is just a minute past One," Mel said as they both headed for the carriage.
"Pardon me, Sister, as I don't enjoy parties just like you do."
"I can't even believe that you were an Elite Beatrice."
"I am still an Elite." She corrected.
"A fallen Elites." They both burst into laughter, getting into the carriage.
She was not sure, but then she wanted to check.
She could feel a pair of eyes staring at their carriage and maybe it would not be a good thing if she were to take a look.
But as Beatrice looked out the carriage at the other side where she sat, her eyes met his for the third time.
She shook her head and looked away.
"Weird." She whispered.
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"Are you lost, Milord?"
"Not now Zane." His words were not meant to be argued.
"I never said a thing, just wondering what brought you to the top of the castle.. staring down a carriage. How interesting!" Zane said again, watching the carriage leave too.
"She's a Vampire."
"She's your mate."
"Shut the Fuck up, I know very fucking well." He glared at the man and he smiled.
"She's so...
"Powerful?"
"Get the cancel ready, we're going hunting tonight."
"I can smell the full moon already," Zane said, rubbing his forehead.
"She lives in the small village near the spring." He said again and Wolfarine nodded.
"Are you going after her?"
"Why should I?" He huffed, jumping down the four-storey castle.
Lord Wolfarine had never expected his mate to be that of Vampire.
A witch would be preferable even though it was never a good part of their way.
But taking a vampire as a mate was forbidden.
"Lord Wolfarine, the council has been waiting for you."
"Let them wait for another hour, he has a place to be at the moment." A woman said, giving the Lord a bow.
"Lady Yuan." The messenger bowed and left the hall.
"What a pleasure to see the very woman, that has been planning my death for a decade now, how surprising."
"Don't be too excited now My Lord, your death would do me no good." The lady said, turning to the man beside her.
"Didn't you say you had something interesting to tell me, Zane?" She asked, and he smirked.
"Nothing, just a Little Beatle dancing with silvery wings on a dark broad bean." Zane said.
"How interesting, pardon me Milord, but you have to lead the way to the Beatle."
"Siblings squabbling, how familiar," Wolfarine said, walking away from the duo.
"You sure she was his mate? You smelled her well?" He could hear them whispering.
"I am sure Little sister, now hurry now..your brother is about to escape."
Lord Wolfarine sighed.
He had never expected to see his mate today, talk about finding a vampire as a mate.
And not just any Vampire.A Cold-blooded one.
After his parent's died, he had promised himself to rule his land in peace.
A girlfriend would be a pain in the ass.
A wife would be trouble.
And a Luna would be a disaster!
When his eyes met hers, he could smell everything there is to smell.
Her innocence, her nervousness and the way her heart skipped when ever her's met his.
She didn't even know why.
She was so little, but act mature.
He didn't have time to think about that.
He had a lot of things on his plate and taking a vampire for a mate was not even among his thoughts.
He walked into the guestroom and found Rachel on the bed.
"You'll have to take a break Rachel." He walked to the table and took a seat.
"You came here to have me, Milord, there's no need to be shy."
He didn't say a word, writing on the sheet of paper.
"Are you okay Milord?" She had stood up, naked without any clothing, running her hands up and down his clothed back.
"Go home now." That was all it took to get her clothed, and leave the room.
He sighed.
He had walked from his room to the guest room, to fuck the slut.
For years he had fucked women as they flock to him, but seeing her all spread out for him suddenly became disgusting.
The wolf in him scratched for more.
They wanted something else, not her.
Someone!
TBC .