Call Of The Dark

Maeve's eyes sparkled a purple, a clear indication of her fae genes and that she completely controlled the body of the mortal she was residing in. She started circling Emma. "In your body, I will be stronger, more beautiful and will be able to help my love, Lazarus, to conquer his kingdom for him and get rid of his useless brothers." She came to stand in front of her. She leaned down and curled her fingers beneath her chin, tipping her face up.

"So don't try to hurt yourself and injure this little body of yours. More importantly, don't think of escaping." She let out a soft laugh and then snapped her fingers. Air rippled around Emma and her ears popped. "This magic is not going to let you out of this palace. It is specially crafted for you, Emma." Maeve turned to look at Lazarus. "You've done wonderfully, Prince Lazarus. Our trick worked. Now after the ritual, her soul would be tossed out and I will enter. Have you arranged for the soul reaper?" She walked to curl her arm in his.

Emma stared at the two of them, her mind so numb that she couldn't even think much. Lazarus smirked at her. He removed his arm from Maeve's and walked to the bar counter to pour amber liquid for himself. "I have. What are we going to do with her next, Maeve?"

The girl sitting on the floor was so beneath him that he was disgusted by himself. By what fate had chosen for him.

Emma was his mate.

It was surely a mistake in the Lore. The biggest mistake. He was the most powerful and strongest vampire of the Lore and she was a… little mortal. Of no consequence.

He glared at her, recalling that he had seen her for the first time when she was only fourteen in the black wood forests. And he was shocked to find that a mortal was his mate. He was hunting rogues in the forest when all of a sudden, a mouthwatering and intoxicating scent of violets hit his senses.

He left the pursuit of the rogues and rushed to find the source of the smell, driven by his instincts. His head was dizzy, overwhelmed by the sensation. He had finally found his mate, one that was predicted by the faes. One who would bring Wilyra to his feet. One with whose help he was going to rule his kingdom and defeat his brothers and sisters.

Tearing through the trees and the dense forest, he sprinted to her. And when he laid his eyes on his mate… She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. Long blond hair and beautiful blue eyes that rounded at the corners in… fear.

He was appalled when he saw that she was standing with two boys on a cliff.

Protective instincts flared when he heard that those boys were threatening to force her into sex. When one of the boys touched her, jealousy flared.

Rage blasted inside him and he wanted to rip them. But he controlled himself and so, he ended up throwing those two boys down the cliff. They landed on trees and were hanging out there for two days till their families found them. All Emma knew was that a whirlwind of movement caused the fall. He left her, stunned.

He had left the kingdom soon after, not believing that Lore could play this trick on him. He had gone to Vilinski to get answers for his questions from his ancestors' souls. And there he found Maeve. She convinced him that she was the woman he needed to rule Wilyra. He brought Maeve to Wilyra and declared her as his fiancée.

Even though he had come back, his urge to see Emma overruled his logic. He visited the same place several times in hopes to see her, but in vain. It was after three years that he smelled her presence over there. He hid behind the trees to stalk her.

She had become stunning with striking features. Her skin was creamy and her body became curvy only for his hands to explore. He stayed to watch her till she was there and left only when she left. But Lazarus was aware that she was still a mortal. Too low to seduce him. Nothing compared to the goddess.

Once he had spied her walking with a boy her age in the market and he had become so jealous that at night he had destroyed the two carriages that boy's family held. He reasoned that the boy was too good for her.

He had gone to see her again yesterday because he knew that she was about to turn eighteen. Along with Maeve he had hatched a fantastic plan.

The only way to bring her permanently to his lair was to make a deal with Drogo. He was going to sink his fangs in her and mate with her after the ritual, only when her body was going to get the soul of the fae goddess.

Maeve's laugh brought him back to the present. "Keep her safe, Lazarus. Maybe use her for… services?"

Giving Emma a look of disgust, Lazarus leaned towards Maeve and kissed her cheek. That was all Maeve was allowing him to do, but he had to show it to Emma. Impressions were important. Maybe he was assuring himself.

Maeve was the woman who had to be his perfect match. But the fact that she even suggested he use her for servicing him was shocking. How could his betrothed suggest that? Did she not feel jealous of Emma at all?

Emma was so different from Maeve. She was a goddess, worthy of him, and Emma? She was nothing.

The idea of having the goddess in the body of his mate was thrilling. Was satisfying. Though Lazarus was a much-coveted prince in Wilyra. Way too many vampire females and other Lore females wanted to bed him and impress him. He was very charming, attractive and an alpha male. Yet why was it that Maeve didn't even want to explore him sexually? It was bizarre. On many occasions he had demanded sex from her, but she would slip out with one or the other excuse. It was not until last night that she promised to give herself to him if he helped her live in the body of his mate.

An intense desire took hold of him just thinking about his mate's body. His eyes locked on to her blue ones. So close to her, every part of his body rebelled against his mind that was already plotting too many ways to be with her. Maybe, he should use her for… services.