Filed to story: Rylee the Orphan Luna Novel
“Why didn’t you tell me she was a Primordial like me?”
“I don’t believe that she is. Just because she has powers does not mean she is like you. There are plenty of blessed wolves out there in the world that isn’t your kind. They could have witches in their family line or be blessed by the moon goddess,” “This is stupid! I never asked for this!” I shout and cross my arms.
“You may not have, but it is your destiny, and you must fulfill it or we all die! That includes Wyatt!” I looked at him in frustration as he used my love for Wyatt against me.
“You never explained to me why you’re so obsessed with getting rid of the vampire,”
“You’re right, I didn’t, and I’m not going to. All you need to know that it’s not just me who wants him gone. Every supernatural being needs him gone,”
“Who is the bride that he is looking for, and why do I have to be the one to draw him out?”
“Have you not heard a word I said? You are the chosen one. If he finds his bride, we all die! Is that what you want? For you, Wyatt, and your pack to die because you’re too jealous that he moved on when you’re the one who rejected him?” “Do you have to keep throwing that back at my face!?”
“If it means you get your act together, then yes!” he shouted at me. “Rylee, the vampire is on his way here, and from what you have told me, the Alpha is training you to fight him. He believes in you, that has to count for something,” I just nodded. “Then use your love for your mate to protect everyone else. That is what a Luna does. She sacrifices for the greater good,” I hated that he was right. All I’ve known is that I want to be the Luna that I failed to be all because of the issues Wyatt, and I had with the loss of his memories. Even though I’m just the Rylee he knew after I left, it doesn’t stop the fact that we were once destined, and the breaking of our bond is what allowed the vampire to learn of my existence. Now I have the chance to fix it all and do what it is that I need to do. Even if that means losing Wyatt forever.
“Rylee, the time is drawing near, and you must be ready. When the time is right, you will know what to do,” my master says to me. I nod my head and he vanishes before my very eyes. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath.
He was right, the time was drawing near, and I had a mission to accomplish if I wanted to save Wyatt and my pack. I still wonder how that Megan girl has powers, but I don’t dwell on it for too long. I need to concentrate on the vampire and my plan of attack when he comes. I just hoped that what I know is enough.
***Alessandro’s P.O.V.***
After a grueling twenty-hour flight, I have finally landed in Detroit, Michigan. I will never understand how werewolves can live amongst humans this way. What I hate the most is that it is currently the middle of the day, and I cannot go outside. “General, we have secured the safe house here, and have made sure it is ready for you,” my captain says.
“Where is it located?” I asked. He shows me a map and the address of the safe house. I concentrate on the location and shimmer there. I land right into the living room, and it is fully darkened with curtains and all of the lights are off. There is some light from the cracks behind the curtains, but not enough to cause me any harm.
“Egor!” I call for my idiotic nephew. He appears in a puff of silver smoke and bows his head.
“Master,” he bows his head.
“Let’s get started. We need to do research on the Blue Lake pack before we go retrieve my bride,”
“Yes, sir,”
Five hours later, and the sun has finally started to set. Egor and I have come up with plenty of information regarding the Blue Lake pack.
Alpha Wyatt Valencia, 27 years old. CEO to an architect company. Both parents alive, a younger sister who is mated to his Beta. Pack size of over 800, impressive for a young Alpha. His Luna, and my bride-to-be, Rylee Duquesne, 19 years old, Primordial. Orphaned, then turned into a slave. Ran away from her pack when the Alpha lost his memories. That’s why their bond broke.
“Master, it says that the Alpha has a new mate, and a son,” Egor says.
“That is of no importance to me,” I say to him and wave off the information. I look at my watch and see that the sun has fully set by now. “I must feed and get rest. We will go to Blue Lake tomorrow night with our army of vampires. Send word back home and give all of them the coordinates of the Blue Lake pack,”
“Yes, master. Enjoy your hunt,” he says and bows his head.
“Oh, I will,” I answer. I grab the keys off the wall and go to the car that is waiting in the driveway. I am confused as the driver’s side is on the left and not the right as it is in Europe. I shake off the confusion and easily adjust.
Unlike vampires of this age in time who have learned to adapt and curb their blood lust for humans, I have not. I still crave the warmth of fresh human blood and enjoy the thrill of the hunt. Hearing the screams as I attack, feeling their pulse weaken as I exsanguinate their lifeline from their delicious jugular vein as my master taught me to do when he was still alive.
The stories that I have heard of him created by humankind make me want to vomit. The count was more than just a mere vampire. He was ‘the’ vampire. He had no weaknesses. A stake to the heart was child’s play for him. Garlic, a crucifix, holy water, please. None of that could hurt him. The only thing that could harm the count was the bite of a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, a Primordial. And that’s exactly what happened to him.
William Corvino, the first Primordial to ever exist, succeeded in killing the king of vampires with a single bite of werewolf venom. And now, I have made it my life’s mission to destroy the werewolves. And the only way to do that is to mate with the female. The most powerful Primordial, yet, the only two ever in existence up until now died while trying to give me an heir, well, while being forced to give me an heir.
This new female, however, Rylee, is the key. She is the chosen one. The last female to ever be born. She is the key to my success at having an heir so powerful, he or she will destroy the supernatural world. He or she will be the next king or queen and only my bloodline along that of the Primordial will reign.
As I linger on the thoughts of my heir ruling the world, I came upon a small club and see vampire fangs on the outside.
“Club Count?” I say out loud looking at the sign. Humans and their never-ending worship of my late master. I park the car and head towards the entrance, ignoring the line of patrons waiting to get in,
“Hold it there, buddy, end of the line is back there,” a man who weighs three hundred pounds says to me. I can smell that he is human. I pull out my wallet and hand him $1,000 U.S. Dollars. He takes the cash and lets me pass. Humans will do anything for money and are easily bribed. I enter the club, and the stench of human waste and alcohol flood my senses.
I make my way around and scour the crowd looking for my next meal. It’s always so much easier to get a human when they are inebriated and discombobulated from narcotics. As I work my way around, I see a young brunette behind the bar. She is quite lovely. She has long brown hair, green eyes, a small nose, and what appears to be freckles across her cheeks and nose. She is quite small as well.
“Hey there gorgeous, what can I get for you?” she asks me
“Your name for starters,” I answer. She taps her finger to her chest, and I see a name tag, “Dianna, beautiful name for a beautiful young lady,”
“If that’s your way of hitting on me, it’s not going to work. Now, are you going to order a drink, or not because I have about 100 other patrons who are,”
“Your strongest and most expensive cognac,” I order, “Actually, make that a double,” she smirks and walks to a shelf. I see her pull out a bottle of Dictador 2 Masters cognac. She has good taste. I watch as he pours me a double and slides it down the bar to me. She puts the bottle away and comes back,
“That’s $80 a shot, and since you got a double, that’s going to $160, babe,” she said to me. I hand $200,
“Keep the change,” she smirks and walks away again. This young brunette has definitely caught my attention. Not only have I found my next meal, but I believe I found my next angel of the night.
I wait for the night to end at the club, and at three in the morning, humans start to get kicked out of the club. I wait in my car, and towards around four, Dianna the bartender comes out.
“Be safe you guys, see you in a few days!” She shouts to the other bartenders and security guards. I notice that she is walking. I start up my car and stalk her from afar. She walks several blocks and then turns the corner down an alley. I park on the side of the road and get out. I go down the same alley and find that she is nowhere in sight.
I sniff for her, but the smell of sewage and garbage is making it hard for me to catch her scent. I close my eyes to concentrate when I feel a knife to my throat. I open my eyes, and Dianna is holding a blade to my carotid artery,
“Why the f**k are you following me?”
“You intrigue me,” I answer her honestly.
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