The Vampire Kings Slave Mate

Chapter 17: Mary

“So what’s it like being the blood slave to the king?” Nevaeh asked me as we were sitting down at the table enjoying some fresh squeezed orange juice and scrambled eggs.

After my rendezvous with Nikolai this morning I was starving. Who knew that being a meal for a Vampire would leave you so damn hungry.

“Umm.. I’m not really sure yet.” I answered honestly. “He’s pretty brooding and really bossy, but I guess that’s what comes with being King.”

“Hmm..” Nevaeh said, while pushing her eggs around her plate with her fork, I could tell something was on her mind, but she seemed nervous to ask.

“Nevaeh,” I called to her, causing her eyes to look up from her plate and look into mine as I reached over the table to grab her hand in mine, hoping to calm her nerves, “You know you can ask me anything right?”

Nevaeh squiggled in her seat; from the way she was acting, I knew whatever she wanted to ask was going to be bad. She looked around to make sure no one was within earshot before whispering, “Is there more going on between you and the Vampire King, than just the feedings?”

I’m sure my face looked as confused as I felt because Nevaeh quickly backtracked, “ All I mean, is that he went batshit crazy when he was looking for you last night, this morning Kade casually mentioned that The King wouldn’t kill his subjects for just anyone, and then when we walked in on you guys, it just seemed like we were interrupting a moment.” Nevaeh spit out quickly, her ears tinging read with embarrassment, “You know what, just forget that I even asked.”

“Nevaeh,” I responded, looking into her eyes. “You’re my friend, my only friend. You can ask me anything, and I’ll answer to the best of my ability. As for your earlier question, No, nothing is going on between the Vampire king and I. Last night Nikolai was in a fit of rage because I disobeyed him once again, I’m afraid, that I’m the reason those women are dead.”

Nevaeh let out a hiss, interrupting me. “Those women are dead, because they deserved it. They treated you, a human being just like them, like you were nothing. They locked you up and tortured you. Don’t you ever blame yourself for their deaths,” Nevaeh spat out angrily.

“But.. If I had listened and gone to the Queen’s quarters as Nikolai had instructed, then none of this would’ve happened.” I mumbled quietly, my head cast down starring at the table.

“That doesn’t matter Mary.” Nevaeh said in a calming tone. “Even if you did listen, the moment you entered that Blood Slave corridor, the women would’ve still found you threatening. They would still have captured and tortured you. All your not listening did was speed up the process.”

chest, “And to the second part of your you guys didn’t interrupt anything this morning, Nikolai fed off of me.” I said pulling my hair off to the side,

gasp, her

What is it?” I asked concerned, wondering if the

stammered, pointing at my

she was saying, “Well yeah he marked me.” I replied nervously, kicking my legs back and forth on the chair, “It’s just a scar though, it’ll fade in time. Don’t all

bite.” Nevaeh said in a hushed tone, continuing to look around, afraid, someone might walk in at

asked Nevaeh, my voice laced with concern and

you belong

DNA?” I asked

moment a female vampire walked into the dinning hall. She glared at Nevaeh and I

Nevaeh whispered. “We will talk in your room.” Nevaeh said standing up from the table and walking towards the door. “Oh

pounded in my chest as I followed Nevaeh out

the hall towards my office, I felt happy. Mary had willingly let me feed on her, and it had been an amazing experience, one I cannot wait to repeat. And with Nevaeh reaching Mary the correct behavior for a blood slave, I felt like I

to a Fae to find out what it was about Mary that intrigued me so much. I tried my hardest to maintain a neutral expression. I needed to be seen as the fierce Vampire King- not some giddy

send such a high power Fae to meet with me? Was it a show of power, did the

I said nodding my head towards my guest,

with a smile on his face, his hand

it. “The honor is all mine Ambrose,

way.”

are ready and willing to assist the supernatural king, with whatever it is he needs.” Ambrose said with a smile on