CHAPTER THREE

Being a werewolf, I was used to seeing the startling difference between supernaturals and humans. Our genes were more refined, sharper.

Beauty wasn't something we focused on that much since everyone had a good amount of that in their genes.

But seeing the vampire before me redefined my view of perfection.

His eyes were red, a typical vampire color, but they blended with the rest of his face in a savory way that made me want to stand and stare at them all day.

His skin was pale, a make-up artist's dream, he had a clean shave on, and his jet-black hair was screaming at me to touch it.

Run my fingers through it.

It was odd how much I was affected by this creature, I no longer had a mate nor a wolf to ensure a second chance one if I was ever worthy of it.

But my body was reacting strangely, way more than it did for my own mate.

“Are you going to stand there all night or you'll actually clean something?” The male before me spoke, his thick, French accent rolling out words that jarred me back to reality.

“Sorry,” I apologized immediately, the act a second skin, “I was lost in thought for a second there,” I finished with an anxious smile while going into the room.

The girls followed behind me and went to sit at the dinner table on the other side of the large room.

Even if I wasn't informed, I would definitely know that this room belonged to royalty. It contained two King-sized beds each on the other side of the large room, overlooking a window.

The bed sheets were lush and black and were sprawled over one other vampire.

Although they didn't look exactly the same, one could tell they were twins.

‘Violet, get a grip on yourself,’ I chided myself as I was nearly sucked into staring at the guy's face again.

It was my first day, and the worst thing I'd do was fuck things up, creating a bad impression about myself.

So I began to clean.

I began with the bathroom and toilet, a regal place, it looked like gods took their bath in there. It definitely smelled like it.

Since the lady that brought me here said I was here to clean because of my super strength, I assumed they wanted me to deep clean so I did that, lifting things, going into every book and cranny to get dirt out.

My hands were already hurting by the time I was done with the bathroom but when I inspected my work, I smiled.

“Are you done?” A voice snapped me out of my moment of pride, I turned around to see the prince that was sleeping earlier. “I would like to actually use the bathroom,” he snapped at me.

“I'm sorry, I was making sure everything was clean enough,” I quickly explained myself to avoid looking like a creep.

“It is. Now shoo!”

I promptly obeyed, fear coiling in my veins.

I ran out of the bathroom and went back to the large bedroom to get different cleaning supplies for the living room. I have no idea why it's not arranged the other way around. Back in the pack, sitting rooms always came before the bedroom but here, it was the other way around.

‘It's none of your business, Violet. Clean, that's what you're supposed to do!’

I missed speaking to my wolf, now I sound like a lunatic to myself.

I got to the room, ready to continue with my work only to be met with a horrible sight.

“Holy shit!” I screamed in fright, jolting everyone in the room. “You're killing her!” I yelled at the vampire, rushing over to pull the girl out of his arm.

“Are you mad?!” He roared at me, his eyes switching to a black shade that promptly reminded me of my place. “How dare you interrupt my feeding!?” He demanded, growling in my face.

“I'm sorry,” I whispered, eyes wide in terror, “she was dying and… and…”

“And what? What gave you the nerve to do that?”

“I'm so sorry,” I begged, crying hysterically.

I was so scared I might have peed my pants if I had not done that earlier.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. Your blood will definitely taste horrible, being that you are a stupid werewolf whose own mate didn't even want, but you're still going to take her place!”

“What?!” I squeaked in fear.

Whatever this journey had meant for me, the only thing that prevented me from going into a panic attack was the belief that no vampire was going to want to feed on me.

But barely two nights in and I was about to be drained.

“Please forgive me, I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again,” I continued begging as he grabbed me harshly.

The other girl, the blonde one, was crying profusely, more than me anyway, but the vampire was probably used to the tears of others as he didn't give a damn.

Normally, they bit the wrists of their feeders, preventing any sort of attachment to them.

“I'll bite your neck,” he declared, chuckling. “I'm sure your mate will feel it all the way from here and maybe that'll teach him to stop playing games with his superiors,” he finished.

Then he grabbed my head and forcefully shoved it aside.

“I'm sorry,” I sobbed, still hoping he'd change his mind.

I don't want to die of blood loss; my wolf wasn't with me anymore.

I was crying, thrashing, and begging all at once, hoping something would give.

Nothing did.

I saw his teeth elongate in my peripheral view and soon enough, he dug them into my neck, making me scream.

The only consolation in this horrible situation was that he wouldn't be enjoying this either. The blood of werewolves was like when a lion chewed grass, not desirable in the least. But since he was doing this as a punishment, I suspected he'd endure it for as long as possible. He might not kill me outrightly, but except I was rushed to a hospital afterward, I was gonna die of blood loss.

“Hmm,” I heard him moan, making me quiet immediately despite the pain. It wasn't as bad as before anyway.

His hands left my hair and he hugged me closer, drinking my blood like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted, his moans filling the suddenly quiet room.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and his brother walked in on the weird situation but before I could take in his reaction, everything went black.