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Feast of Night: The King's Bride

Eve didn't ask for any of it. A tragic childhood, the scorn of the villagers, a mother whose body was never found and a stepmother who constantly tried to get rid of her. They said it was her sins weighing down on her. She was an outcast- the filth that no one wanted around them, yet the beauty everyone wished to possess. When the dark creatures attacked their village, Eve was sacrificed. She was after all, her father's murderer. They were only too happy to push her towards the dark abyss. Her life was burning down in front of her. But that was until she met him. Theodore de la Nuit was tired of living under the shadow of his uncle. He wanted the regency to end. He wanted to clean out the court off of the traitors. He wanted his revenge against the vampires- against those leeches that stole his childhood from him. The monsters took everything from him- his parents, the joy of his first shift and the power that should have been his from birth. When his uncle took an interest in a country bumpkin, he knew that the time had come. He had never seen Luke so caught in the web of any woman. For the first time, the man had dared to lower his guards. He wanted to kill her in front of him and initiate the start of his revenge. But that was until he met her. Will the two kill each other before they give themselves a chance, or will the mate bond bind them against all odds?

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#WEREWOLF
#VAMPIRE
#IMMORTAL
#HISTORICAL
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#POWERFULCOUPLE

Chapter 63: Nightlings

She had hardly taken a step when a jolt of electricity flashed through her skin. Eve hissed, her head whipping towards the wrinkly hand on her shoulder in irritation. The matron narrowed her eyes at her. 

"Do you want to be thrown down along with this one?!" The witch spat, her teeth clenched in anger. 

Eve shook her head, her brows scrunched in worry. 

"Matron please." She begged, her voice heavy with the tears she was trying to suppress. "She's innocent. You know it too." 

The matron lowered her eyes, guilt flashing through her features. "I don't." She murmured. When she raised her eyes again, they held only cold determination. "What are you waiting for?!" She shouted, glaring at the servants.

The man and the woman bowed, pulling the girl hastily towards the passageway. 

"Eve!" Litty cried out, her pitiable form sandwiched between the two servants. 

"No!" Eve screamed, struggling in the matron's iron-clad hold.