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“What am I doing here?” I grimaced, “I didn’t bring myself here.”
“For once, I called on you.” Tristan smirked, “It’s not every day the future Vampire Queen finds her mate.”
“You’re not my mate.” I scoffed, relief flooding my veins at the absence of a mate-bond between Tristan and I.
“You are half Vampire, Daisy.” Tristan smiled slyly, his ocean eyes seemed to capture the light from the fire, making them flicker with heat. His voice turned uncomfortably soft as he began to approach me.
“You are more like me than you think. Tell me beautiful, did you enjoy the taste of that Vampire’s blood?
Did it make you feel powerful?”
Heat flooded to my face but disgust did not follow. He was right. The Vampires blood healed the wound in my stomach, but also filled me with a sense of power. The blood swelled my muscles, and sharpened my senses. The taste was alluring and rich like dark chocolate, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to feel disgusted.
“You don’t have to say anything, beautiful.” Tristan murmured, coming to a stop just a few inches away from me. His hand grazed across my jaw, but I was rooted in place. The trail his hand made across my face was warm, similar to how drinking blood made me feel.
“So beautiful, so perfect.” Tristan purred, awe lingering in his tone. As I looked from the corner of my eye, I noticed him watching me. “I am asking you to choose me, Daisy. I know what you want, what you need. I would give you the world.”
My chest constricted at his words, and I tried desperately to force myself away. The mark on my neck burned with need, and it took all of my willpower to remain rooted in place. I could taste the sincerity of his words on my tongue, I could feel his fondness for me grazing over my skin.
“I don’tI don’t want that.” I managed to force the words from my lips, though they lacked conviction.
“What a beautiful Queen you will make.” Tristan murmured, his fingers running down a lock of my raven hair.
Something in his words called to me, making my blood sing. Queen, I would be Queen. The power was in my blood, waiting for me to accept my role and step into power.
“You feel it don’t you.” Tristan murmured; his eyes soft as I fumbled for the words to say. “The power is right there, Daisy. All you have to do is reach out and take it.”
An image full of blood and d***h flashed through my mind. Nolan’s cold corpse lying on the ground, his blood watering the earth. Breyona and Giovanni, sprawled out in the middle of a battle feild, their fingers intertwined as they met at d***h’s doors. Sean, Dad, Grandma, Mason, Zeke, Bran. All of them scattered across a battle feild, the grass a brilliant shade of scarlet. Birds circling up ahead, lured by the smell of blood and d***h. Buildings burned and reduced to rubble, shards of class littered along sidewalks and deserted roads. The packhouse bright with flames, crackling as the heat devoured every trace. A once beautiful town reduced to rubble, the earth stained with the blood of thousands. A crown of gold and rubies sitting upon my head, Tristan at my side. My Father, the man who had used and discarded my Mom, smiling at me from the throne I sat on. Countless Vampire’s at my beck and call.
So much power, and so much d***h.
I wanted none of it.
“No.” My voice came out in a breathless rasp as I stumbled away from Tristan. “No. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be Queen. I will not help eradicate Werewolves.”
“Why k**l off an entire species when you can rule them all?” Tristan’s voice grew quiet, his eyes intense as they roamed my h****r-struck face. “I would never ask that of you, Daisy.”
“But”
“The Vampire King has his own agenda, and I have mine.” Tristan murmured quietly, his eyes flickering to the thick oak door that separated his room from the rest of the building. His words were sincere, but laced with a danger I did not want to face. “You must listen closely Daisy, as I will only say this once.
Your Father wishes for the complete destruction of Werewolves. Without Werewolves, we will be free to enslave humans.”
“Becoming Queen won’t change that.” I hissed, but the fire in my voice had long been extinguished. “I’ll fight with my pack until this mess is over.”
“It will never be over, Daisy.” Tristan’s words were dark, his tone heavy. “If you think for one minute your
Father does not have a backup plan, then you are a fool. I know you well enough to tell you are no fool.
If you do not accept the throne, you will sorely regret it.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I hissed, jumping as footsteps echoed outside of Tristan’s door.
His eyes were wide as they turned on me, his voice held desperation. “I am not as evil as you make me out to be, Daisy. Choose me and I can help you. There are some Vampires who agree with me, who do not wish for the destruction of your kind.”
“What is his backup plan?” I pleaded, but the room around me had already begun to fade, leaving behind a heavy sense of foreboding I couldn’t seem to shake.
The conversation I had with Tristan replayed in my head until a headache whispered at my temples. What did he mean? How did the Vampire King have a backup plan? Was there some way I could refuse the throne, and why would I sorely regret it?
My inner monologue was cut short by the sound of Breyona waking up. The two of us headed down to her kitchen where we cooked a huge breakfast. As her Mom and Dad were particularly useless in the kitchen, they sat on the sidelines with steaming cups of coffee in their hands. Breyona hadn’t worked up the nerve to tell her parents she found her mate, let alone tell them he was a vampire. They both had asked a couple questions about Breyona’s mystery mate, but quickly dropped the subject.
Once we finished with breakfast, Breyona insisted on sorting through her closet to find me the perfect outfit for this afternoon. I wondered what lengths Nolan had gone to for my birthday celebration and how large the party would actually be. Breyona wouldn’t let a single detail slip, claiming I could use a positive surprise after all that’s happened. She managed to find me a little black dress, the sleeves hung low and exposed my shoulders. It was a far cry from other dress Breyona had given me, the one I had suffered a stab wound in. This dress was longer, much more appropriate for a birthday party.
Breyona managed to keep me thoroughly distracted until late in the afternoon. She had applied a thin layer of make-up to my face, using black eyeshadow around my eyes. After a generous helping of concealer and loose powder to the scarlet mark on my shoulder, it was successfully covered up.
Though I could no longer see the mark, I could still feel the weight of it on my skin. She also curled my raven hair into large ringlets, brushing them out so they framed my face perfectly.
My pleas at leaving the house had gone unnoticed. She had denied my idea of visiting Giovanni, knowing I would use the opportunity to sneak a peak at what Nolan and my family had been up to. We were both worried about the future, and how the pack might react to Giovanni.
“If Nolan’s my mate, their Luna will be a half-breed.” I shrugged, though it didn’t ease the worry in my gut.
“Maybemaybe Giovanni and I should just leave.” Breyona frowned, concealing the pain burning in her eyes.
“No.” I shook my head, my voice hard. “I’m not letting anyone drive you away. If Giovanni is truly on our side, he’s part of this pack. Anyone who has a problem with that can come to me.”
I wasn’t ready to voice what Tristan had told me; that he was in fact on our side. Tristan’s loyalty came with conditions, but he was willing to stand against my Father.
Most in the pack would follow Nolan’s word as law, but there would be some who retaliate. People like
Alpha Bran had a long standing vendetta against the Vampire’s and would never accept them into their lives. If I were to become Luna, would I be able to do what must be done? Those who rise against
Nolan would have to be snuffed out. I couldn’t expect Nolan to react to treason with mercy.
We left the house around six in the afternoon. Breyona promised to stay at the party for as long as she could, but had to leave to bring Giovanni some blood. Nolan allowed Breyona to take blood from the pack hospital, so long as it was nearing it’s expiration date. Nolan had been respectful when questioning Giovanni, even though he still didn’t trust him.
Confusion was written on my face as we approached the pack house. The large yard spanning the front of the house looked exactly the same. The flower beds along the porch had been tended to, the bright gardenias and poppy flowers were swaying in the afternoon breeze. As we got out of the car, I was battered by a hundred different scents. Upbeat music trickled through the open windows of the pack house, the breeze carried the scent of roasted chicken, sugary icing, and various barbecued foods. If I listened hard enough, I could hear the faint chatter and laughter of people.
Breyona led me through the pack house with a grin on her face, placing her hands over my eyes at the last minute. With an amused scoff, I let her lead me through the house. She slid the backdoor open, my nose and ears showed me what my eyes couldn’t.
The chattering had died down as the door opened, replaced by hushed whispers. Now that I was closer, I could make out the scent of each food. My stomach rumbled in response as Breyona removed her hands.
The large garden behind the pack house had been completely renovated. It was clear how I hadn’t noticed it from my window, as the party strayed from that side of the house. The sun was slowly lowering in the sky, casting buttery light across the plush clouds. Twinkling lights had been woven through the rose bushes and over the canopy of trees. Various fountains sat around the garden with stone benches circling each one. A couple large grills were scattered about, my Dad manning one of them. Grilled meat was piled onto large platters and placed onto long buffet-style tables. Although it wasn’t dark outside, lit torches lined the garden. The party wasn’t refined or proper, making it absolutely perfect.
Something strange swelled inside my gut as I looked on at the crowd of people who had come to the party. Most came for the celebration, needing a bit of happiness in the midst of all this h****r, but Nolan and my family had planned this entire party for me. I blinked back the tears that pricked my eyes and grinned at the crowd of people.
“Happy Birthday, Daisy!” Breyona grinned, glancing at the plates of steaming food.
“Where’s Nolan?” I couldn’t help but ask. I was practically shaking at the thought of seeing him, at the thought of finding my mate. For a moment, sympathy flashed in Breyona’s eyes and my stomach dropped.
“He’ll be here.” Breyona smiled softly, understanding the anxiety boiling in my gut. “He’s stationing the rest of his and Alpha Bran’s men around the borders. We don’t want any surprises tonight. Come and enjoy the party, I know you’re d***g to eat as much as I am.”
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