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Treacherous Passion- Chapter Two

There wasn't a time when people don't try to kill Albelle. Was it because she was too powerful?

Even as an infant, she often brushed with death. All nightworlders wanted her dead, no one understands why. Because of her heritage? Sometimes in the night she had heard her parents saying, " She can't be the late Mervie. She can't be!" And then her mother would wail and cry. But there was one thing she always doubts. Doubt if she really was her parents' child. One was a vampire and one was a witch. How could she be a werewolf?

Never mind about that. It was over a thousand years ago. Her parents had died so long already. She wiped the tears she didn't know she would still shed. She adored them, but their constant wary eyes can't make her feel more home welcoming than ever.

She closed her eyes, but could still feel the question wandering in her head. Who was Mervie? She had checked hundreds of history books just to get information. Not that no one was named Mervie. That's the case. Because there were too many of them. There were Mervie Stallot, Dermis Mervie Desrot, and Serene Mervie Millar…etc. She couldn't check all those history, she wasn't that literate.

She was about to go back to her Pack, when she felt the sizzling sensation that shows that another nightworlders was here. Not one, but a lot more.


Seth Monsen slipped out of the Tower. The Tower was the headquarters for the night world council, but it was obscured from human and low-level nightworlders alike. Low- level nightworlders meant the level of their power, if they are powerful enough, the glamour would not work on them.

The level of power could be improved through age, genes, or even the one you mate with. If a very low-level nightworlder were to consummate with a very much higher one, the low-level nightworlder power would gradually increase till both are of the same level of power. That's why you don't hear nightworlder-whore or whatever. This level of power only works on the person you really loved or your soul mate.

But no reason not to be careful right?

Seth took with him just 3 elders. He was just too arrogant that he believed even this werewolf can't escape from him. He will probably locked her up in a dungeon. Or a cage. But he will certainly keep her for a very long time, till he gets tired of her. He gives a sinister smile at that thought. Damn, he was a horny vampire that was probably into kinky sex.


Albelle froze. But her heart didn't. It was now beating incredulously fast. She should be able to those footsteps of the night world elders. No, they were so powerful until their footsteps can't even be traced. There, very faint but she was glad at least she had some advantage. Her pride of victory didn't last long; they were now approximately a hundred meters near her.

Their powers were all straining her. A witch, two vampires and three werewolves. Great, now she had to fight her own kind. Fucking morons. She braced to shape shift, her right leg in front of her left. Her arms raised and ready. She was shape shifting when a witch sent her witch power towards her, stopping the process.

Now, Albelle knew she always had a very explosive temper, but now her anger had heightened, she wanted to tear the flesh of that witch, oh no, she would torture her first. She grinned at that thought. She said a spell found in her inheritance. It was a dark spells book from her mother. When she was five, she accidentally used it and realized she had witch power. Albelle cast a spell on that witch for her whole body to burn. Her body was now on fire, even a few trees beside her started to burn too. The smell of burning and rotting flesh filled the air. The rigid smell sent a glint of satisfaction through her.

She barely noticed the other nightworlders as she takes in the man before her. Man, funny how she phrases it like he was a human, savage looking and harmless. He was so fucking beautiful. His sandy blond hair was styled in the way that made it both messy yet cool. His eyes were of pure Phthalocyanine. It was tinted with shadows of dark maroon and with black open spaces. The color of the evening sky. Albelle didn't want to study him any longer. Didn't want to marvel at his strong jaw or the muscled arms. Didn't want to take notice of his naked torso underneath that button- down shirt. Or those long and strong legs. One moment she would have swore his eyes were turning to deep mossy green.

She looked. But she couldn't place it. His look with his ultra angelic features seemed too magical and his eyes… She couldn't had a say about it, but it looked evil, probably like the eyes of the serpent, when taunting Eve at Eden Garden…

His eyes were darkened with amusement and resentment. Albelle didn't understand what was happening at first, but realizing she was still staring at him like she was back in high school ogling at handsome lads, she blushed. And she hated it.

A long pale gold shone through the glimpse of the dark shadows around the trees. It was near dawn. Now, she was getting annoyed and tired. She was so emotionally challenged throughout the night. She glared at him, and he smirked. Fuck that.