The Count's Inamorata

It was unnatural for the Count to find his mate amongst werewolves. This wasn't in the favor of the Count especially with Austin hovering around for the least chance. She wasn't left out nor forgotten or unloved. Simply cherished and fitted in to the clique. Even her father's death didn't weaken her until the whole ordeal sweeps her off her feet. She didn't think she was not blessed by the Mother Luna. she just said it's not her time. She finds her mate somewhere else, totally uncalled for but still didn't hold any grudge against Mother Luna. Until the whole ordeal sweeps her off her feet, I repeat. He wasn't to her expectation and she wasn't to his . They refuse their bond battling against themselves who could resist the most. But every time they are away it feels like a part of them is missing. The common enemy of both parties use this to their advantage. The mateless Alpha thinks he has his way around with the mate of the Count of the Vampires. The source of descendants to the extension of the royal family. But the Count wouldn't have it. Maybe her tears might fall from all these hooliganism. But mind you, Latiffah Howell never, ever cries! ~`~`~`~`~`~` "Do you mind?" Latiffah growls at the sinisterly handsome fellow before her. "I'm running late." He ignores her and holds her chin towards him. "Absalom had to give me a spitfire for a mate, didn't he?" He chuckles softly. Other Alphas and onlookers watched fascinated. This was meant to come to a truce with the vampires not to help the Count find his mate. "What are you?" His devilish smirk turned to a frown. Though her fragrance was enticing, she did not smell Vampire. It was the same smell from four, five years ago. The Alphas began looking at themselves signalling each other as they thought of the same thing. Knowing the Count's mate belonged to their kind, they could use her to fend off the Vampires. Their malicious gears began turning. This is written in 1st and 3rd person point of view.