The Vampire Kings Slave Mate

Chapter 24: Mary.

After laying down pouting in Nikolai’s bed, I figured I could make better use of my time, as I began to rifle through Nikolai’s belongings, hoping that maybe I would be able to find something useful either to help with my escape or help when I am free and searching for the wolves that murdered my sister. At the thought of Anya, I felt a familiar ache in my heart. She’d died so young, she had so much life left to live. I pushed the heartache I felt for Anya away, I’d later use that pain when I faced her killers.

My search through Nikolai’s closet had been for nothing, the only thing I found was that Nikolai was very particular about the way his clothes were organized, each item was separated by category, the dress shirts with the dress shirts, the pants with the pants, the suits with the suits, the jackets with the jackets, and so on and so forth. Then each category had its on sub category, separated by sizing, color, and length. Part of me, wanted to rearrange the closet and see how long it would take for him to notice, but I decided against it at the last minute, I didn’t want him knowing that I had snooped through his things. It made me chuckle at how anal he was about organization though, if he saw my closet in the Queen’s room he might just keel over and die from a heart attack. The clothes that Nevaeh had picked out were absolutely gorgeous and I couldn’t resist the urge I had to try them on. After trying on every single clothing item,(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com) I carefully hung them back up, and shoved them in the closet in no particular order. While I hated the fact Nikolai had bought my wardrobe I loved every single item, the fabric was so soft on my skin, almost like a lovers caress, not that I’d know exactly what that felt like. The only boy, I had been with had been had been one of the village boys, who was very eager to get to the lovemaking part and by pass the foreplay. And while Nikolai’s touch wasn’t rough, it wasn’t very gentle either, his touch… well it didn’t matter how his touch felt, I can’t let my mind wander to that topic, it’ll distract me from my task at hand.

I headed towards Nikolai’s desk next, unlike his impeccable closet, his desk was a disorganized mess, there were papers strewn across it, pencils that were used so often that they were dull, littered the surrounding area, ink blotches splattered on the wood. I don’t know why, but the messiness of his desk made my lip curl up into a smile, beneath the kingly aura Nikolai presented he really was just a man or well vampire. I shook my thoughts of Nikolai from my head, being here in his room surrounded by his scent was getting to me. I didn’t have time to daydream about the Vampire King, nor did I want to, or did I? My feelings for Nikolai were complicated. One minute he was being sweet and kind, and the next he gave me the cold shoulder and threatened me, which Nikolai was the real one, or were these just two halves to his entire persona. A Manila folder underneath a stack of papers on his desk, grabbed my attention. (This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)The top of the folder was marked Mary and it seemed to be pretty hefty. Why did Nikolai have a folder with my name on it. I took a seat at Nikolai’s desk and opened up the folder. The first piece of paper was handwritten, and from the elegance of the handwriting I could tell it was Nikolai’s based on the papers strewn across his desk. I grabbed the folder and settled down on Nikola’s red suede lounge couch, the sat below the window, I curled my legs under myself, as I got comfortable, ready to diverge myself into Nikolai’s folder on me.

Mary…Human? Age- Unknown, Maybe 18. Family- Deceased. History- Unknown

I had ensnared him in my trap. I didn’t understand what he meant at the time, and I still don’t really understand. I scrolled the page further, trying to gather more

me or what his

by the wolves, and my auctioning as a blood slave, on the margin, he’d notated the names of the wolves, who’d attacked me and my sister, and wrote reckoning

much information as possible before Nikolai returned, my heart stopped when I

has become a distraction. My vampire and I grow anxious when we aren’t around her. Her scent is pure bliss and torture at the same time. If I am to believe the Fae prince she is my fated

Thump. Thump. Is it possible? Could I be Nikolai’s fated mate? Why would the fates pair me with a supernatural, and not just any supernatural, but the King. And what did Nikolai mean about me being his demise? Surely he didn’t think that little old me could take him down, no matter how spunky and fierce I believed I was,

wanted to take the paper from the folder, but

pencil off the floor, and a blank piece of paper that was scattered and wrote down the names of the wolves that had attacked Anya, and where they were located. They would be my first targets once I got out of this