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The Vampire's Omega

Tearing her clothes into two halves he asked. "Who did these to you, who hurt you" His voice rang through her ears, filling the room with anger, which emitted with the desire to kill, and truly, he was going to rip who so ever that had caused these injury on her. "Bella speak" His voice calm but threatening when he mentioned her name, she looked up at him immediately, the sparks running through her body, as he covered her body with his, preventing the other occupants who was standing, to see what belonged to him. Bella watched as they shivered with fear as her mate, the vampire king growled with anger. "Him, he hurt me" Bella said, and with a loud growl, Blade ordered, "Bring me a dagger!" Blade shouted, It was not a request, it was an order. Bella Manchor was the omega to the air winder pack, she was not just an omega, she was a wolf less werewolf. Her life was difficult, but became like hell when she got mated to the most wicked, arrogant, deadly and vile alpha, alpha Lucas, who used her for his sexual pleasures and afterwards, rejected her, but as fate may have it, she ran away from the pack, running into the hands of the vampires. Blade Hemlock is the vampire king, he is known to be ruthless, dangerous, dark, no regard to any law. The rogues attacking on the vampires, in their lands. Then he sent few of the best men to guard the land, where the rogues mostly attacked. Unfortunately, a girl, a werewolf ran into their lands, and his men took her, as a defiler. But she was not just a werewolf defiler, who had come running into his land, it was his mate, his long awaited mate has ran into his hands, hurt, with so much injuries on her body, half dead. Would Bella accept her mate after what had been done to her, would she want to be loved again, by her new vampire mate.

Negef Writes · Urban
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86 Chs

Chapter 30

  Blade ran through the forest, his nose picking up everything scents that passed through his sight. The scents of leaves, trees, plants, flowers and birds that chirped on the trees.

  He stopped! Perceiving the soft wisp of his mate scent. She must not have ran so far, she was a weak werewolf who needed to be protected by him. At these thoughts, he ran further into the lands.

  Her scent was leading him to wards the pack border, which separates his pack from the land of the rogues.

  Quickly, using his vampire speed, but not running too fast so that he would not miss her scent, running towards the pack borders.

  Again, he percieved the scents of his pack members, as they ran towards his directions.

  Concentrating his senses to locate his mate scents, which he finds more important at that minute. Knowing the fact that if she crosses his border, she would be killed, there was no denying it.