You Rejected Me. Remember?

“What?” Draven hissed back at Monica. His eyes were now glowing red. Clenching his fists, he glared at her.

“I said, I opened the door!” Monica repeated her confession. “I have seen what you are hiding behind that door! Is that how you treat your people?” She screamed. Her voice resounded in the palace.

Draven’s muscles stiffened. Clenching his jaws, he narrowed his glowing red eyes.

“I warned you. I told you not to open that door,” his whisper was menacing.

“Well, I’m glad I did. Now I know your reality,” Monica retorted, ignoring his intimidating demeanour.

Draven squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths. He knew she wouldn’t appreciate it. However, he was hoping that she would start thinking like a vampire once he marks her. But getting there was harder than he thought it was.

He opened his eyes after some time and when he did, they were no longer glowing. He had successfully controlled himself. Inhaling deeply, he looked at Monica, who was carefully avoiding making eye contact with him.

“Look. I forgive you for opening that door. Okay? Now let’s forget that and get ready for tonight,” he stated.

Monica couldn’t believe her ears. Forgive her? For what?

“This guy is delusional!” Asena exclaimed. The creases on Monica’s face deepened. She didn’t know what to say. Draven truly was crazy. Her heart gripped with fear when she saw him step closer towards her. She took a step back involuntarily.

“Let’s get ready for tonight. Tonight is very special to me…. To us…” he whispered sauntering towards her.

With a frantic heart, she stepped back with each step he took towards her. She didn’t know what he had in mind and she didn’t want to find out. All she wanted to do was escape from this hell hole and hopefully save some if not all of the women who were trapped in the place.

“Don’t come close to me!” She warned, yet Draven chuckled in response.

“Really? Then how are we going to become one? If I don’t come close to you?” He responded.

Her eyes widened. “What?” She whispered.

“I know the full moon is extremely important for you werewolves. Tonight is the full moon and I am going to honour that…with you,” he said, still grinning like a crazy maniac.

“Is he trying to….” Asena gasped, however, Monica didn’t respond. She also could understand what he meant, though she didn’t want to believe what her conscience was telling her.

She spoke after swallowing the lump in her throat. “What do you mean?” She asked.

“Don’t you understand?” He sighed. “The sun has set already. The full moon will be at its peak within a couple of hours. I plan to mate with you and mark you then,” he took another step closer before using his super-speed to stop right in front of her.

She gasped and tried to step away. However, she soon realised that her back was pressed against the wall. She started to sweat profusely. She didn’t want to be sandwiched between this crazy vampire and the wall. The hair in the back of her neck rose when he traced her cheek with his cold fingertips.

“What better way is there to honour the full moon. We shall mate. I’ll claim you and we will be the first vampire-werewolf couple. Our offspring will be unstoppable. What could be better than creating the best generation with the most beautiful woman in the world?”

His words were poison to her ears. She shuddered when his hands slowly descended towards her chest. She was scared. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath and her heart didn’t slow down even for a split second.

“No!” She screamed and pushed him away. Since he wasn’t expecting that, he staggered backwards, giving her the chance to run away. However, before she could escape from his clutches, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. She yelped as she crashed into his chest.

“Let me go, you crazy lunatic!” She shrieked and bent her knees, landing a sharp blow on his crotch.

“Oof!” He wasn’t expecting that either. The pain that resulted in her blow made him release her as he crouched down in pain.

“Run! Monica run!” Asena screamed.

She didn’t know where she was headed to and honestly, she didn’t care. She simply wanted to save herself from Draven the maniac. She wanted to hide. But where? She ran, hoping to find a place to hide, or a door to exit. But the best she could do was hide inside a little room that looked like a storeroom. It was damp and dark inside the room, however, she didn’t mind. Her wolf senses had gotten better and now she could see clearly in the dark.

“Be quiet. Vamps cannot sniff out the scent as we do. If he can’t hear us, he won’t be able to find us,” Asena advised through their link.

“I’m trying….” Monica replied as she tried hard to control her breathing. She tried to hide behind some boxes that were on the side, but it was hard since the space was limited. As she tried to crouch down behind the boxes, a set of brooms crashed down onto the floor, making a huge noise.

“s**t, s**t, s**t!” Asena let out a string of curses. Gulping, Monica looked at the closed door helplessly. She heard footsteps approaching them.

“Hide! Don’t just stand there!” Asena urged and Monica hastened to hide. However, fate wasn’t with her. The door flung open and Monica desperately glanced at the entrance. When she saw how infuriated Draven was, she felt as though she might die on the spot. The veins on his neck were bulging and he was trembling in anger.

“Wrong move, princess. This is my palace! I know every corner of this place!” He growled, his voice resonating in the blocked compartment.

Within a blink of an eye, he dashed towards her and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She screamed in pain, yet it didn’t make any difference to the heartless vampire. He dragged her out of the storeroom and across the corridor. He didn’t release her as he dragged her upstairs. She gasped and winced in pain as he forcefully pushed her inside his private chamber and followed her inside.

Using his power of telekinesis, he slammed the door shut and locked it. Draven’s rage was at its peak as he glared at the locked windows. He didn’t bother to move from his position. Instead, he used his powers to unlock them and the windows flung open. His angry stare focused on the full moon that was visible in the dark sky. Slowly, his lips stretched in an evil smirk.

“It is time, princess. I don’t want to force myself on you. But you leave me with no choice.” He whispered as he slowly inched closer towards Monica who was on the floor.

Gasping for breath, Monica sat up and hugged her knees. An agitated vampire was a dangerous creature. Trembling in fear, she prayed silently, that she manages to save herself from him, and his attempt to mark her failed.

She stood up before he could pounce on her. She wasn’t going to let him take advantage of her. If she had to, she would fight with her life.

“Don’t you look into his eyes,” Asena reminded her.

Draven placed his hands on the wall, caging her in between him and the wall.

“Look at me!” He demanded.

“No!” She retorted, turning her head to the side.

“I said, look at me!” He growled and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. She had squeezed her eyes shut, as she didn’t want to make eye contact.

She once again attempted to land a blow to his balls. However, Draven was on alert this time. Smirking, he stepped aside, so that she wouldn’t be able to hit him where she wanted to. But it had loosened his grip on her and she quickly opened her eyes to see him still dangerously close.

Holding her hands forcefully, “that won’t work all the time princess,” he chuckled. He stepped closer, his eyes on her lips. Running his tongue over his lips, he bent down to k**s her.

“Noooo!” Monica gasped. She didn’t know how she managed to push him away. She managed to muster up enough strength to push him and run towards the door.

However, it was useless. The door was locked using telekinesis.

“His heart! Vampires need to be impaled in their hearts!” Asena suddenly exclaimed in her mind. “Quick! Grab that candlestick holder!” She exclaimed.

“What! We can’t impale him with that!” Monica responded. Nonetheless, she grabbed the candlestick holder that was kept on the table beside the door and turned around, ready to fight.

Draven saw what Monica was up to and started to laugh.

“Well, I never thought I’d enjoy chasing you, but this is fun,” he snickered. “Let’s play a game. I’ll chase you around until I manage to hold you down. But then, it’s my turn to play,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “I promise I won’t use my super speed.”

Monica gasped for breath as she carefully studied Draven’s movements.

“We can’t find anything pointed in here,” Asena sounded desperate.

“Something sharp….” Monica mumbled as her eyes darted around. Her eyes fell on the full-length mirror across the room.

With a racing heart, she ran right towards the mirror. She knew Draven will be chasing her. To him, this was a game, but for her, it was a battle she was fighting. She used the candlestick holder to try and break the mirror. But it was hard.

Draven chose to watch her for a while. He found it entertaining. This was the first time anyone fought so hard against him.

“Hurry!” Asena urged.

Panicking, she took the stool in front of the mirror and slammed it into it, shattering the glass. Her heart thudded in her chest as she quickly grabbed a shattered piece of glass to face her enemy.

Due to her fear, she didn’t realise that the glass was cutting her hand. She was unaware of the b***d dripping onto the floor.

Draven’s smile slowly faded when he saw the crimson liquid drip onto the marbles. He stared at the b***d with wide eyes. He hadn’t fed after he woke up and the sight of the delicious b***d was making him lose control of his feral side.

“B***d…..” he whispered. He felt his fangs elongate. The metallic scent of the b***d soon reached his nostrils and his mouth watered.

“Sweet b***d…” his eyes turned red and soon he was pulled into a trance.

“What’s happening?” Monica panicked when she saw Draven’s demeanour change.

“Monica, your hand!” Asena gasped.

Monica felt her heart plummet when she saw her hand dripping with b***d. Before she could do anything about it, Draven was standing in front of her, with his fangs bared, ready to feed on her.

“No!” She gasped, however, Draven was now no longer in his right mind. His vampiric side had taken over. The sight of fresh b***d was too tempting.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The last thing Monica heard was a hissing sound, right before he plunged his fangs into the vein on her neck.

Monica felt her soul being sucked out of her as he fed on her. She was slowly losing consciousness.

I’m sorry, Cade…..

She thought, right before she succumbed to exhaustion.

Draven couldn’t stop. Her b***d was too sweet. It was the best that he had ever tasted. Perhaps the b***d of a werewolf was different. He ravished her and enjoyed its sweetness until he felt that there was no more. He retracted his fangs and licked the wound close. He held her limp body for a while before looking into her face.

This wasn’t how he wanted it to happen. He wanted to make love to her and mark her, not feed on her. But he had lost to his feral side. He looked at her closed eyes. Her pale face was as white as a sheet.

“F**k…” he cursed. He had sucked her dry and now he wasn’t sure if she would survive.

“s**t!” He cursed as he lifted her and carried her towards the bed. He laid her on the mattress and stared at her motionless body.

Wiping his mouth, he looked at the candlestick holder that was now lying among the shattered pieces of glass. Droplets of her b***d contrasted against the white tiles on the floor.

Before he could do anything about it, he received an urgent message through the link he had formed with the rogue vampires – his coven members.

“Your Highness! We are being attacked! Your father and the royal army is also with them!”

One of his loyal fighters urgently exclaimed.