[SLOW BURN ROMANCE. RATED 18: NO RAPE] What if the sort of love you'd wanted and desired, only but a man incapable of love could give it to you–a man who has not the slightest of an idea what the word "Love" meant? ..... Vampires coexisted with humans for centuries without either side hunting or killing the other due to a peace treaty. They didn’t feed on human blood for so long either, but that changes when the first vampire auction is held. Six human slaves were sold, and among them included Avelina, a twenty-six-year-old woman. Avelina is sold to an infamous Vampire prince, Draven Delgaard, rumored to have committed heinous acts even amongst his kind. She fears for her life upon their first encounter, but to her utmost bewilderment, Draven Delgaard makes a deal with her. He sought the inheritance of the royal family, but to be qualified, he needed a wife. Since his kinds weren’t available due to his reputation, Avelina was one of the few options left. In exchange for her freedom, she will assist him in obtaining the inheritance. But this royal inheritance can only be acquired through the style of a chess game with other royal opponents. A game of strategy and survival. Should she succeed, her freedom shall be regained and it would be a win-win for both her and Draven. However, she soon realizes that success might come at a very heavy cost. Will Avelina and Draven be able to win the game of chess? Will they secure her freedom and inheritance, or will they fall victim to the dangerous machinations of the royal family?
Draven raised his brow at her, instantly causing her to shiver.
She cleared her throat and put on a smile before leaving the shed in heavy clothing to head towards Draven.
"Stay safe! We are all behind you." Loui cheered her on.
Pierre, Ava, and Olive glanced at him.
"What?" Loui questioned. He was frowning in perplexity.
They did not respond to him but looked away with a look of disbelief.
Lucien stood before Draven. She was smiling nonstop, to the point that she could feel the cramps slowly emerging.
"I do not understand why you are smiling, Lucien," Draven said as he took off his glasses.
The smile on Lucein's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a serious expression.
I am smiling because I am nervous! She muttered inwardly.
Draven handed the glasses over to her.
"Break it; you regret it." He warned. His words were enough hints for one to realize that Lucien had broken his glasses before.