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"I will make you my queen." He grabbed the chains attached to the bed and closed the shackles around her wrists. "I'm the High Priestess. You can't—" Fear trembled through her mind and body. She couldn’t consummate this marriage if the Blood Beast truly decided to make her his queen. Luna must remain a virgin High Priestess in order to remain a vessel for Hecate's magic. "What are you planning to do?" “I will make you mine no matter what so that I can take control of the Vampire King's consciousness forever. He won’t be back anytime soon." Luna thought the Blood Beast was out of his mind for wanting to make the virgin High Priestess his mate. The consequences of that would… Her mind raced through all of the possible consequences. There was no way she could allow the Blood Beast to gain any more power. Especially if he gained that power by drinking the blood that was, laced with Hecate’s magic, running through her veins. She needed the Vampire King back. The Blood Beast moved on top of her body. He stopped when he was at eye level with her. The sudden intimacy was shocking, especially since she was tied down. Chest to chest, he removed her cloak and peeled off her flimsy dress. He growled. "If you struggle, I will rip your head off." +++ Luna was one of the few remaining Amazons who worshipped the goddess Artemis. As an Amazon, her ordinary life took an unexpected turn when a pack of rogue werewolves took over their home--the Sacred Valley. Left with no other choice, Luna flees into the nearest kingdom, the Vampire Realm, where she was captured to be part of the Vampire King’s Consortium. To avoid the fate of living and dying as a Harem girl for vampires, she offers to become the High Priestess and study dark magic in order to break the King's curse. If she is successful, she could request the King to grant her her well-earned freedom. There has not been an official High Priestess in the Vampire Realm for centuries. Not since the first High Priestess cursed the King to become the Blood Beast. When the Blood Beast tries to take the reins of the Vampire King's consciousness, the King was cursed to drain the blood and his victims' life force in order to pacify the other immortal inside of him. In order to try and maintain some semblance of control, the Vampire King is forced to maintain his strength and immortality by kidnapping women from all over the realm to be used for food and sex. But, what will he do when he finds a woman worth keeping, but he can't even touch her? Will he be able to control his hunger for blood and lust when he looks upon her delectable body? As the new High Priestess, Luna was able to become more powerful than ever before. As she did her best to break the Vampire King's curse, what will happen to her when the 'curse' latches on to her instead?
Luna's eyes snapped open at a soft rustling sound.
Although the forest was still enveloped in darkness, the first hints of sunlight began to creep over the distant horizon.
Every tiny noise heightened her senses. The faintest tiptoe on a damp leaf bed did not elude her.
Grasping a sturdy tree branch, her pupils dilated, and her gaze became razor-sharp. Her eyes glowed green, reminiscent of a cat's in the night.
Stealthily, she surveyed the ground below, ensuring she remained unseen.
As she suspected, the werewolves had arrived.
Her heart raced at the sight of five of them, circling and sniffing the ground in her vicinity. She had to remain cautious and concealed.
Suppressing her anger, she clutched her invisible cloak tighter and began ascending further. The tree she had chosen was one of the tallest. If the werewolves managed to trace her to its peak, she'd be trapped.
How were they so adept at tracking?
Her attempts to confound them with misleading paths had only bought her a few days at best.
From the moment she left the twin caves, her powers had been waning. In a mere twelve hours, the werewolves had covered the ground she hoped would grant her a longer reprieve.
They'd pursued her for ten relentless days.
Despite the dire situation, Luna took perverse pleasure in knowing she was a thorn in their side. She hoped their alpha fumed as much as she did about their game of cat and mouse.
To think, one of the maidens sworn to serve Goddess Artemis and safeguard the Sacred Valley had betrayed her for a mere werewolf Alpha. Luna sneered in revulsion. The maidens were meant to be untouched warriors. Yet Astarte had been beguiled by a male, leading others to follow in her misguided footsteps, seduced by desires they'd resisted for millennia.
How pitiful.
Now, with the bow of Artemis, the fountain of immortality, and the Sacred Valley — all symbols of Luna's kingdom — under enemy control, she was adrift.
Settling on a high branch, a small twig broke off beneath her, plummeting downwards. Luna counted the seconds, her heart sinking as it hit the ground below.
The werewolves' ensuing howls and growls confirmed her location. They clawed at the tree's base, marking the spot, eager to rip her apart.
Her immediate objective was clear: cross into enemy territory, move another quarter-mile or so, and enter the domain of the werewolves' fiercest adversaries.
The merciless predators.
The undead.
The vampires.
What better strategy than to align with the enemy of her pursuers?
Luna waited, hoping the werewolves below would not suspect she watched from above. She silently prayed to the Creator, wishing her powers and the associated energy would persist.
She continued waiting, hoping for a chance to escape.
