Enslaved By The Ruthless Vampire Lord: Her Second Chance Mate

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Naya yawned loudly as she tossed around the bed, stretching her body freely.

She was in a very funny position, her head was at one side of the bed, her leg and hands taking their own suitable positions. The bed was scattered, one would have thought that she fought with the bed, the whole night.

The morning light streamed in through the window, casting its gentle glow across Naya’s form as she lay sprawled across the bed, her limbs akimbo in the aftermath of her restless slumber.

Her dark hair, which she tied before going to bed, was now a wild, tangled mane that framed her face like a halo of silk. Her cheeks bore the remnants of sleep, the creases of the pillow pressed into her skin, a map of her fitful night.

It was the first time she was sleeping so comfortably for a very long time, in a soft and big bed. What even made it more comfortable was that Rhys did not show up the whole night.

Naya yawned loudly, sitting up from the bed, as she rubbed her eyes slowly.

Naya stretched her arms, popping the joints of her fingers in a slow, languid motion, her body waking from its deep slumber, a feline creature stretching after a long, luxurious nap.

The soft sheets slipped from her body, the warmth of sleep dissipating into the cool morning air. She caught sight of herself in the mirror, a shadow of the confident, polished woman she once was. But for that moment, in the privacy of her room, she could afford to be herself, even if just for a moment.

“Thank you moon goddess for giving me the best night ever..” she smiled as she stood up from the bed.

“Oh my gosh,” she muttered as she shook her head while she looked at the bed. It was a mess, but that was fine. She would arrange it.

Naya let out a light chuckle, her smile as bright as the sun that was rising beyond her window. She wasn’t exactly one for praying, but when it came to the moon goddess she was willing to make an exception.

“Thanks for the small mercies,” she whispered, crossing her fingers in a quick, playful prayer. “One night without Rhys is like a gift from the heavens.”

With that, she turned her attention to the scattered bed, her hands moving to tidy the sheets, her lips pursed in a small, self-deprecating smile.

Her plan for the day was to shower, go down for breakfast, meet her sister afterward to give her some of the things she got for her, and then meet Kiera, the most important one of them all was to make sure to avoid Rhys.

Naya’s mental to-do list ran like a well-oiled machine in her mind, each task aligning like puzzle pieces, each connection drawing her closer to her ultimate goal of freedom.

would reclaim a piece of herself.

“First things first,” she murmured, moving toward the closet with a newfound purpose in her step.

She grabbed a towel and the clothes she wanted to wear. She would never risk Rhys walking in on her while she was dressing up, so it was best to get dressed in the bathroom.

As Naya gathered her belongings, the towel and clothes as a shield against unwanted eyes, her mind couldn’t help but flicker back to that day, when she’d first met Rhys.

She shook her head, banishing the thought from her mind.

“Stay focused, Naya,” she muttered, letting the water run in the shower, the steam rising around her like a protective fog.

After she was done, she hastily got dressed. She was about to leave the room when she heard voices. It was Rhys, he was back.

“Oh fuck..” she whispered to herself, hitting it seemed like he was not alone.

Vlad was with him.

“What was it you wanted to tell me?” Rhys asked Vlad, pulling off his coat.

“That Magnus of Enchanted Pack wants you to welcome him here in Shadowvale..” Vlad reported as Naya stilled, her mouth wide open.

She had to clean her ears repeatedly to make sure she heard the right thing.

What did Vlad just say? Magnus of the enchanted pack, the same Magnus that killed her family and massacred the whole pack? The same Magnus that wanted her and her sister dead?

The words hung heavy in the air, a knell of doom echoing through the very fabric of Naya’s being. The name Magnus was a curse, a blade that cut through her soul like a fiery wound, searing with the pain of her past.

“Magnus,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she leaned in closer to the door as if the very act of hearing might somehow change the reality of what she’d heard.

“Magnus, here?” she repeated, her eyes wide, her heart racing like a frightened hare.

“Why does he want to visit here?” Rhys asked curiously.

“I’ve been doing some research, it turns out that Magnus is conquering other packs, he wants to be the supreme Alpha, he probably wants your alliance..” Vlad explained as Naya listened with rapt attention.

She was a werewolf and Rhys was not aware. If Magnus was to come to Shadowvale as a guest her cover would be blown. She just prayed that Rhys would say no.

The thought pounded in Naya’s head like a war drum, each beat a call to action, a warning of what was to come. How could she hide from Magnus? How could she keep her secret safe when he would surely recognize her?

“He’s been sending his men for the past month..”

“And what happened to those men?” Rhys grilled.

“None of them returned back alive..”

“And he keeps sending more, interesting..” Rhys chuckled.

Naya had already gone pale.

“Just refuse the offer already..” she gritted her teeth in anger.

“Please Rhys, say no..” she pleaded with no one in particular. She was already fidgeting in fear.

“He’s bloodthirsty and ruthless…” Vlad began.

“And fearless..” Rhys chimed in.

“A werewolf wanting a vampire to host him for what? Alliance…” Rhys scoffed, bringing out his cigarette.

The word “werewolf” struck Naya like a lightning bolt, every nerve in her body tingling with an electric shock. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself, to tamp down the fear that threatened to consume her.

“Don’t do this, Rhys,” she pleaded in a whisper, her fingers running through her hair, a nervous tick that betrayed her anxiety.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Don’t please..” Naya bit her lips hard, almost on the verge of crying.

But it seemed the heavens were against her as Rhys’s next words shook her.

“Send one man back alive, kill the rest

Magnus can come. I’ll welcome him”

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*PREGNANT AFTER ONE NIGHT WITH THE LYCAN KING

*ENSLAVED BY THE RUTHLESS VAMPIRE LORD


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