The Vampire Kings Slave Mate

Chapter 33

 

Chapter 33-Mary

I fight the urge to pass out. I need to get out of this place and quickly, if I pass out now I’ll die. I pull myself up into a standing position, my entire right side feels like its on fire, and I can barely put any pressure on my leg; my ankle was either broken or severely sprained. I gritted my teeth through the pain, slowly hobbling through the meadow, trying to find a place to rest and hide. I stub my toe on a rock, and fall back down. I cover my mouth so not to cry out and I let out a little whimper. Why, why was I so damn stubborn that I felt the need to run away. Why couldn’t I have waited for Nikolai to return back from his meeting and tell me what was going on. Why did I always find the need to do everything on my own. I would die in these woods tonight and I wouldn’t be able to revenge my family’s death, my hands going to the locket around my neck, as I open it up and stare down at my family. Thoughts of the day Nikolai had given it back to me, flood into my mind; I wouldn’t ever be able to tell him that I cared for him, that I no longer saw the monster in my nightmares.

No I would not let myself die, I would not give up. I wasn’t a quitter. I had too much to do, too much to live for still. I grit my teeth once again, pulling myself up into a standing position, with new determination, I begin to walk through the pain, even if my pace is slow, I am still managing to walk and try to seek shelter. I look all around me, trying to spot anything that might keep me safe through the night, and thats when I spot it, a few hundred feet in front of me, is a metal door that I am sure leads to an underground bunker. I can feel my hope begging to rise, things are finally starting to look up. I make my way slowly to the bunker. I am less than a hundred feet away from it when the smell of rotten decaying flesh assaults me and I can hear a loud hissing noise behind me. I try to run, but my injured foot won’t allow me too, suddenly the ghoul is on top of me, smelling me.

“You smell like the king.” It hisses.

“The king is my mate.” I respond trying to keep the quiver from my voice.

“The king took a human as his mate. How pathetic.” The ghoul hisses. “I knew he was weak.”

It surprised me how well the Ghoul could communicate, I had always heard that Ghouls lost their human side, but this one seemed to understand everything I was saying.

“King Nikolai is not pathetic.” I spit out, shit when would I ever learn to control my temper.

The ghoul lurches at me, and I shriek, as I jump and start falling on my ass, scraping my arm as I try to catch myself. “I can’t wait to see the look on the king’s face when he discovers his mate has died, and by who’s hands she died by.”

Nikolai

his hand covering my mouth. I bite into him and gag when the taste of rancid blood hits my mouth. “Nikolai,” I croak out through the distaste of the blood. “Nikolai.” I call once more, hoping he can hear

Nikolai’s presence in my mind. I know he is close by. The ghoul knows it too. He opens his mouth wide,

 

devour their prey. I don’t want Nikolai to see this, I concentrate with everything

NIKOLAI

by the time I reached her it wouldn’t be to late. The amount of fear she was feeling terrified me,

daily? Is this why Mary hated

beast within them, we lived the longest out of all the supernatural creatures, with the Fae coming in a close second and couldn’t imagine being stuck in a state where our beast was in control of our every action. Vampires are born with their beast, from the minute our eyes open were taught how to control the monsters inside of us. We were taught to always quench are blood lust and to never let our beasts take control for too long. For centuries after my father was murdered, my mother reigned terror on

and tried to locate Mary through the smell of death and decay. She was near,

a ghoul on her own. “Mary!” I shout again loudly, as I walk through the hunting area. I try to use our mate bond to infiltrate her mind and see what she’s seeing, but our bond

chest, I take of running in the direction

far away and like someone is trying to muffle

I feel her sense of relief when she hears me calling her name, and her sense of panic when the Ghoul eases closer to her, his eyes turning into little slits, the entirety of his mouth turning into sharp razor like fang, the sound of rattling starting the tell tale sign that the Ghoul is getting ready to

 

I can

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