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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?

obsessedWithWolves · Fantasia
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92 Chs

Chapter 89: It will pass

Eve yawned, stretching out her limbs lazily like a cat. She turned to her side, refusing to open her eyes even with the afternoon sun's rays blaring against her well-rested face, snugly cocooned between the thick silken bedspread and the warm soft cushion of her king-sized bed that she was fast getting used to. 

But her stomach rumbled like every other day that she had spent in that blissful room, covered in the memory of his touch from their habitual midnight rendezvous. The very thought of him made her smile, pushing color into her cheeks as she lazily blinked her eyes open, only to reach over to the space she knew would be empty by now. 

Eve grabbed the pillow next to hers, crushing it to her face as she took a deep breath. His sweet scent still lingered on the cushion cover, making her giddy with joy. She got him- the man of her dreams. He was hers. At least at midnight, she added, almost as an afterthought.