Chapter 44: Battling the beast within

***Vladimir***

A stick cracked and it pulled me out of the dark hole the monster inside of me had thrown me in. I was able to pull myself from my slaughter and for a semi second I felt like me again and less like the beast, and then the wind shifted and I was flooded with that wonderful scent again.

I glanced back and she was standing behind me , my dark angel. She had beautiful mahogany brown hair that was put back in a bun, I wonder how long it is, I thought to myself. And her doe shape eyes were a beautiful turquoise green, the specks unique in their own way, I saw flicks of yellow and knew she was battling her wolf.

I felt something stir inside of me that I haven’t felt in a long time. Is this desire? Is this what having an actual mate feels like?

Could I be that lucky, to have a soul keeper and a mate?

I stood up from my kill and I walked towards her, she backed away from me slowly and I could feel the beast starting to stir, if she ran, the hunt would begin.

“Don’t run.” I heard myself telling her. “If you run, I can’t control him.”

“Yeah right,” she said crossing her arms and starring at me. “If I don’t run you’re still going to eat me.” But she didn’t move from that spot. It’s like she was frozen to the ground.

I stopped mere inches away from her, not knowing how long I could keep the beast at bay.

“Vampire King Vladimir.” She spat with a sneer on her face. “Really, moon goddess.” She shouted throwing her hands in the air starring at the moon. “I bet you think you’re really fucking funny right now.”

I was beginning to understand that werewolves were a rare breed, I don’t think I am ever going to completely grasp their bound to their goddess.

I stepped closer and brought my hands up to her face.

“D…d… don’t touch me,” she trembled, fear in her eyes.

I couldn’t resist the urge, I wanted to see her hair down, I wanted to run my hands through it. What I really wanted was to see what it would look like while it was down and underneath her while she lay naked it my bed.

I brought my hand up and undid her bun before dropping my hand again. Her hair had a slight wave too it and it fell down and reached her hips. It was a bad idea on my part. Her scent was so intoxicating and now it was the only thing I could smell.

The woman glared at me. Obviously irritated.

“I said don’t touch me, do you vampires not have any manners. You’d think since you’re thousands of years old you would have acquired some by now. No means no , Fangy.”

I couldn’t help myself but smile. She was a fierce one. It had been awhile since someone besides Guinevere had spoken directly to me and told me exactly what was on their mind.

“My apologies angelus, I couldn’t stop myself. I had to see what your hair looked like down. I won’t take such liberties again.”

“I’m sure you won’t.” She responded, still irritated while rolling her eyes at me.

She mumbled something about mates and always overstepping boundaries under her breath , but she said it so quickly I couldn’t understand her.

I had an urge to grab her in my arms and kiss her senseless, I wanted to wipe that grumpy pout off her face, but I also wanted to sink my fangs into her neck and taste her and take my fill from her. So I decided this distance was okay.

“I don’t get it.” She spoke up interrupting my thoughts. “You have a Queen, a werewolf hybrid Queen, why would the moon goddess match us. What type of shit is she smoking up there?”

“Guinevere, is the keeper of my soul. She is basically apart of me. Our relationship is strictly platonic.”

“You’re trying to tell me that you haven’t fucked the Queen?” She snorted, her eyebrows raised. “That’s hard to believe. She’s gorgeous and you were here alone with her for two weeks.”

I felt my irritation rising, I wasn’t used to being questioned like this.

“No.” I growled at her, inching forward.

She licked her bottom lip and that’s when I knew she was more effected by me than she was letting on.

“Does it make you jealous to think that I “fucked” the Queen as you put it.” I asked making air quotations with the word fucked.

Her eyes flashed yellow again and I knew I was stirring her wolf, but they quickly went back to her normal turquoise color.

“No I’m not jealous. It would have been relieving to know that you were in a committed relationship with Luna Guinevere, it would have made rejecting you easier.”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“You’re going to reject me? But you don’t even know me.”

“ I don’t need to know you, all vampires are the same.”

I felt a stabbing sensation in my heart, since meeting Guinevere my emotions had turned more human and less beast-like. I knew I didn’t like this emotion I was feeling right now.

“Before you reject me, let me take you on one date. Let me prove to you that I am not the same as every other vampire. Let me show you.”

She sat there for a moment pondering my suggestions.

“Deal, I don’t see how one date would hurt.”

I felt relief wash over me. I hadn’t lost my chance yet.

“You know my name Angelus, but I do not know yours.”

“My name is Myra, Myra Faerie.”

No it couldn’t be, had my past come to haunt me in the form of my mate?

I wanted to say more to Myra, I wanted to get to know her more, and then I smelt it fire. Pain and Agony washed over me and I knew it was coming from my link with my pack.

‘Nikolai what’s going on?’

‘There was an explosion at the dinning hall. We’re under siege.”

***Dearest readers, i wanted to take a couple chapters to introduce Vladimirs actual mate but i ddint want to take from the story of Damien, Gwynn, and Jupiter. The war is getting ready to start. Are you ready? Let me know your thoughts. Xoxo Marriah