The Vampire Kings Slave Mate

**These events take place in the past, the morning before the auction

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“I have already told you time and time again, that I do not need a Queen. Having a woman by my side, will not make me stronger,” I growled out at my council, feeling my anger rise. “If anything it will make me weaker, my enemies will have something to target.

“But Nikolai,” One of the Elders said, “You need an heir.”

I could feel my anger rising with every mumbled agreement from the council. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself.

“ I am a vampire, not just any Vampire. I am King of the Vampires. I have been around for a Millennia now, I do not plan on dying anytime soon.” I starred down at my council letting my eyes flash red, as my aura surrounded them, “ Unless one of you is planning on taking me out, and becoming the next King, then I suggest you heed my words right now. I will not be forced to take a Mate by anyone.”

knew better, when my mood was like this carnage followed, if anyone dared to speak against me. I turned and walked out of the council room, leaving the council members

way to my chambers, I passed one of the servants. “Bring me a blood slave. One of the elders, one of the ones who’ve signed their end of

your highness,” the servant said bowing deeply so

quickly changed my mind. I didn’t want to have to report back to the council about one of the servants dying. I was in a fierce mood after my meeting, and I knew if I fucked the servant I wouldn’t be gentle. A halfbreed like herself, half human, half vampire, wouldn’t be able to take such a brutal fucking. I walked past her down the great hall and into my chambers. I began to pace back and forth as I waited for my meal to be brought to me. The council had really worked me up this time,

I said, reaching out to my second in command through telepathy, ‘When is

a brother, than my own brother had been. ‘Have you already fed through all your slaves?’ He asked chuckling, ‘The

normal type, but I knew with my current appetite I would be feeding to kill, and I wasn’t ready to take the life of one of the younger slaves. Once my slaves got to a certain age I would normally free them, giving them the paperwork, and a special mark that marked them as free humans. There was only a couple. I kept past that age, usually the woman who chose not to leave. This particular slave was Martha, she’d been mine since she was eighteen. She was now into her ninety’s and the

seemed calm as she

Martha had gone back to the slave quarters, and signed a document, stating she was

to the human we were drinking from. They gave us blood and we took away their nightmares, even though my kind really was their nightmare. Most vampires drank to kill, I tried to avoid it as much as