Lana's POV

My heart was tightening against my chest.. My throat closing up. I could barely breathe.. It was as if every little strength my body had was snatched away from me.. I felt limp, numb and even exhausted.

I didn't sleep that night. I couldn't. I laid on his chest, with his arms wrapped around me, listening to his heart beating rhythmically and allowing his scent to flood my senses.

I wanted to remember his smell.. It was always intoxicating to me. It was soothing. It relaxed me. But that night, nothing seemed to work. As the time passed, I was only more and more aware that in the morning, I was supposed to leave without even saying goodbye.

I counted the minutes, and I hated that the time kept passing.. It kept slipping away from me and I couldn't hold onto it.

His chest was broad, tight and hard from its muscles.. It was my favorite place to lean my head on. I counted his heartbeats, and I wanted to drawn into that moment, to allow myself to fall asleep perhaps, just so I could get another taste of what it was to have a soothing, relaxing sleep beside him..

But I couldn't. My thoughts were haunting me like a ghosts after its enemy. My heart couldn't find a settling rhythm. I felt nauseousness.. Guilt. Guilt for not being able to bring myself to tell him. To admit that I loved him. Or to at least tell him about the letter.

Even though, the letter Alexander wrote clearly said that if I told Christian where I was leaving, there would no deal. He threatened the end of one whole specie because he had the power to.. He had all the information and all the evidence he needed.

I didn't really take those words as granted. I mean, they did scare me and that the reason why I was leaving, but I thought I would still get myself to tell Christian. I thought, Alexander will never know that I told Christian because I believed that Christian would understand that it was a real threat that Alexander made.

But then I looked at him.. I kissed him and allowed him to kiss me too. And I realized that no, he was never going to let me leave. And if I stayed, Alexander explained exactly what was next.

The letter clearly explained how he had the necklace and how if I didn't go back the very next day, he would use the necklace to wake up Adam, claiming that that piece of jewelry had the power to do so..

Alexander knew about Christian's history with Adam, and kept claiming that if the necklace wakes up Adam, he would wake up stronger, which guaranteed death to not only Christian, but Amelia, Dimitri and everyone who stood in his way and had once put him down.

And if that wasn't enough, there was more.. He knew about Christian and me. How he had not only evidence, but witnesses too.. His words written personally from him certainly explained how if I refused to go back to him, he would tell my father about everything he knew, and we were both more than aware that my father trusted him blindly.

Most importantly, he was aware of the war that information would start. He was aware that if my father found out about my relationship with Christian, he would declare a war between Venedocia and Moondale. Between ours and the vampires.

I knew Alexander was a coward. He would claim that he would defend my honer by stepping into that war, by flaming my father's fury, but then he would simply back up, and it would be only my pack, my family that would suffer the consequences of that war.. Of that bloodbath that the information of Christian and me being together would cause.

Besides, it wasn't only the fact that the war promised and guaranteed death to many of my own.. It also promised perhaps death for Christian and all of those people I grew to care about.

And I loved him. I couldn't let anything happen to him because of me. I- God, I would never be able to forgive myself if it did.

So I decided to accept the deal. If I didn't, he promised me not only war, but the awakening of Adam too. He was holding the power now and I was forced to bow and allow him to control me. For now at least.

And there I was, welcoming the morning with not even a second sleep, showering only an hour after the sun came up and wildly trying to scrub the guilt and hurt off my body. The shower didn't help, and when I got out, Christian was awake, which was the part of it all..

I heard his voice, his husky morning voice, saying a good morning and intoxicating me with that simple deep tone, soft and lyrical to my soul.. I didn't speak much, mainly because I was trying to hide the anger, the sadness in my voice, but also because he was now shirtless..

He asked me if I was alright and I tried faking a smile, but I could tell that the more we spent time together, the more he was going to start assuming. So it was good when he walked in the shower.. But the bad part was, I was going to have to leave while he was in the bathroom.

And that what I did.

It was sly and mean and I hated myself for doing it.. But I couldn't let him lose his life because of stubbornness if I told him about the letter. I could allow a war to start. Christ, I didn't even want to think of what it would be like losing him, because if I felt like my heart was being snatched away for leaving him at that point, I knew it would feel like my whole life was being snatched away if I lost him.

I had clothes that he had gotten me in the closet, but I didn't take any of them. They didn't belong to me, especially not when I was leaving without saying a word. I only took my backpack and the few stuff that I had from home.

I left the house while he was in the shower. I left from the back exit and ran through the woods for what felt like hours.. It probably was hours.. But that way was shorter to a near town that had a buss station. I needed a bus for Moondale. And that was where Alexander was. In Moondale.

I got sat in the bus thinking of no one else but Christian. I didn't shed a tear that day. Because I didn't want to accept it was goodbye. It wasn't. I knew how to handle Alexander. I handled way worse.

Besides, I was secretly hoping that Christian would connect a thing or two.

He knew I would never leave him. Hell, I was broken when I thought something happened to him. I was ready to kill for him. I was ready to die for him too. He knew I was. I hoped he knew I was.

He was the only man I ever loved. The first one I ever loved. And the one I could not stop.

I realized that that love towards him had lived inside me for a lot longer before I realized. It just took me a while to admit it. I loved him before the ball.. I fell in love with him the night he kissed me on the roof. He became a part of my heart ever since. I was just too blind to see it for a while.

But I did realize it and that was what mattered. I was aware of what I was doing and I already had a plan how to put an end to it.

My soul felt like it was torn in two. The further the bus got, the more it hurt. It was truly madness that held me as its prisoner, and forced me to feel the war of thoughts through my mind. It was torture to think that I was the one getting away from him.

I was in fact that one that would always run in his arms. But there was no choice this time. I mean, there was, but was it even a choice? It was a damn threat. And I would rather kill myself than have to live with the thought of being the responsible one for such war, for the death of those I loved.

I was playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It had four silver angels on it and I kept thinking of the night in the motel with Christian. I lost it in his car and he gave it back. He was the last person that put it on my wrist, and now it was still there.

My father told me that the three of those angels were me and my brothers. I always figured the fourth was my mom. But now I knew it was in fact Amelia. And things were making sense.

What I didn't want to think about was Alexander. What he would want from me.. It wasn't really a puzzle to solve.. I knew he wanted marriage. He wanted me to be his wife not because he loved me but because it would mean his connection with us Morphers. It would make him a ruler.

He was already an Alpha. But number meant power. And my pack was the biggest one. My father was the strongest leader. And with the marriage that they were hoping for, Alexander would take that position. I would no longer be the daughter of the leader, but a wife to another, and that would make me voiceless, mute. My opinion would no longer matter. And that would allow him to rule without barriers, rule over us. I could not allow that to happen. I swore to myself that I wouldn't.

I kept thinking that nothing worse than leaving Christian could happen, but it was good thing in a way perhaps. I was about to face and hopefully solve one problem, which we would be able to cross off our lists later on.

I mean, we all knew that one way or another, Alexander was going to come across our paths again. That problem was not solved, it was just delayed to the point where he gathered power and was now the one threatening.

All that was left was for me to hope and pray that Christian would have the understanding when it was all over.. That he wouldn't despise me but rather support me when I tell him that I did it. That I solved a problem. And hey, hopefully that I got the necklace back.

So that's what I did. I hoped and hoped and hoped as I lost myself in my thoughts, counting the fields that the bus passed as I waited to arrive in Moondale.

~

The house in front of me was large. It was a true mansion. In height, it was nearly as Christian's house, but it didn't reflect not even a bit of urban or modern style. It all seemed like a Victorian style and it game me shivers all over my body by just the thought of having to stay in that house.

I inhaled the chilly air deeply and took a step towards the door. A man opened the door after I rang, a tall large bark haired man dressed in a matte black suit.. He seemed very much aware of who I was so I figured, I was expected.

He welcomed me in, and told me to follow him. I did. I followed him walk towards the large pair of curved stairs, observing and taking in all the views around me. Just like I thought, the whole house was in that Victorian style. It was cold and dark.

It was what I would expect a vampire home to look like, but ironically, Christian's house was a bright palace that I grew to love and this.. This was the home of one of my people.

Alexander was from a different pack, but he was raised by the same rules and traditions as me. He was one of my own. Even though I hated him, I always thought he had some kind of similarities with me. But his simple life style proved that no, in fact, he didn't even have that.

Once we were on the second floor, I was lead towards a door at the very end of the narrow hallway.. The door was from dark heavy wood, but it was still clean and shimmery. The man, that I suppose was one of Alexander's people, either a guard or a butler, opened the door and held it for me.

I walked in a large room, light and surprisingly warm. It was unlike the rest, filled with white and beige furniture, well decorated, and modernly put together. And so I realized that it was not Alexander that chose the house, but that it was in fact a family home that he had inherited from his father.. His office was much different.

Across from the door there was a large desk and behind it sat Alexander himself. An attractive looking intimidating man with that familiar light brown hair, and wild chocolate eyes that scanned me from head to toe.

A satisfying smirk was placed on his dark pink lips, allowing a slight dimple to appear on his cheek. Women would usually fall on their knees from that simple smirk, for Alexander everyone did, while I felt simply repelled.

The man that lead me in left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving me alone with Alexander. I kept quiet, clenched my jaw and didn't take my eyes off his.. He on the other hand was now even smiling, rising from his chair and slightly spreading his arms in delight.

"What a good girl you are.. I knew you would come." His dazzling smile didn't make me smile back, but instead it made me nauseous.

His figure was large as he stood up, tall and intimidating, but it was nothing compared to Christian, and I was starting to think that perhaps it was one of the reasons why Christian was able to take him down so easily.

"Welcome, Lana." I stood across from his desk, holding onto the strap of the backpack and held my cold gaze against his.

"I can't exactly say I feel that way." I pulled out the piece of paper from the pocket of my hoodie and walked closer to his desk. I put the letter down while keeping my eyes on his. That made him smirk once again. "I'm here. What now?"

"Well, first of all, I want you to feel at home, because this is your home too." He gestured with his hands around himself and sent me another one of those dazzling smiles. "Second, I apologize that I had to use such methods to get you here. But I saw no other way."

I crossed my arms, allowing him to see the annoyance and despise I had for him, no longer hiding behind my eyes.. I stood across his desk and couldn't believe how he could act like I was freaking stopping by! I was forced to be there. He was the one that forced me to.

"Don't play nice with me, Alexander. I know exactly the kind of devil you are."

He chuckled, putting his hands behind his back. "I believe that you do.. You do know devils better than me, huh, Lana? Now that you're involved with one.."

My heart skipped a shallow beat at the realization of his words.. He knew I was involved with Christian. But I wanted to know how. So I pushed him further.. I wanted to hear how he found out.

"What makes you think that I am?" My voice came out quieter, even though I never intended to sound so vulnerable.

There was no longer even a trace of smile on his face. He was serious now.. And keeping his hands neatly behind his back, he started rounding his large wooden desk, slowly but surely, looking down like he was searching for words, sorting his thoughts.. He stopped near one of the windows, sideways, looking towards me and then back outside.

"The night before you came back to your father's house, there was an attack on Christian Le Boursier's house. It was my men that attacked. They told me you were there." His words only proved what we assumed. It really was his men that attacked. "We took the necklace, and then the next day you came back to your home, wishing to talk to your father about whatever."

Something in my stomach turned.. In the letter, he already admitted that he had the necklace, but hearing him say it made me yet aware of the power he had by having that necklace. He must've known what kind of a monster he could rise from the dead by owning that piece of jewelry, so I suppose it was the reason why he took it.

Those wide light brown eyes looked at me and the simple wildness they held me glued to my spot. I kept a confident posture, acting like his words didn't concern me or worry me the slightest.. What else could I had done? He was the one holding the power. And he only confirmed it by telling me the story..

He took a step away from the window and towards me. "I knew, Lana. I knew that he was the one that was waiting for you outside. At first I thought that you just somehow had some stupid deal with him, or that you were taking some advantages.. But then he almost killed me for you. And things easily clicked."

His voice grew deeper.. His eyes darker. He spoke about Christian with true hatred. And I understood that perfectly. I was like him once. I was against the vampires, because that's how we were raised and taught. The whole goal was to keep focused and determined to kill any vampire that came across our way..

But Alexander showed something else.. Something more.. I could tell that there was something stronger hiding in his voice. He was not only angry, but he sounded very much triggered by the sound of his voice, his tone becoming raspier even.. It left me wondering if he perhaps had something personally against Christian..

I gulped back the wonders and the other questions, asking the obvious.

"What do you want from me?" He scanned me from above, so effortlessly yet so deeply searching my face. I almost looked away.

"A lot of things, Lana. Starting with answers." He spoke calmly this time, taking another few steps towards me and slightly gesturing with his hand towards the door. "Come."

I turned around and started walking, knowing that he was going to perhaps tell me more about what it was that he wanted that would make him let me go, and perhaps even give me the necklace..

I was hoping we could compromise. I had a lot to offer too. I could convince Christian to keep his people away from Moondale, which would stop the constant vampire attacks our towns suffered.. I mean, it wasn't a big issue. People like Alexander handled that well.. And it wasn't really up to Christian either, but I was ready to initiate.. About whatever.

We walked a little down the hallway as I was constantly aware of his hand on the small of my back.. He lead me like I was blind and it annoyed me to my very core. Now, once he pushed one door open, he finally let me go, walking a step in front of me and leading me inside a room.

"This is your new room."

I slowly walked through the door, looking around the large space. The room was pretty.. It was bright, white and clean. I was bit too. It had a large king sized bed, a lot of pillows, a nice modern carpet, a closet and even a separate bathroom.

But it just wasn't.. It wasn't it. It wasn't what I wanted.

It just wasn't Christian's room.

Besides... "I'm not staying here." I said my thoughts out loud, and of course my words didn't even surprise him.

He smiled again, like he was about to explain something to a little kid.

"Yes, you are."

The intimidating step he took towards me froze my bones, for sure, but it wasn't because of the fear I felt, because I didn't fear him.. But I was just constantly expecting him to tell me something more, that he had a proof about Christian and I, that he knew something more..

Even the worst crossed my mind, and that was that he was perhaps even going to tell me that his people caught Christian, no matter how unbelievable that sounded..

Christian could kill all of them at once. And that thought surprisingly soothed me.

"If you don't want to stay here, there are of course consequences that come with that, and I think I was clear with what they would be." He once again looked around and spread his arms slightly to gesture around the room. "Now, I even separated a different room for you, even though you are promised to me and you are supposed to be sleeping in my bed. I do understand that you're still figuring things out, and that you need time."

Oh how sweet. He understood that I needed time..

Please, this guy was ready to force me on a damn marriage, but was here telling me that he 'understood' I needed a different bed. Hell yea I did! A different house, that's what I needed!

"Don't tell me that you expect me to thank you." Once again my statement seemed expected to him. He didn't smile at my sarcasm or move an inch.

"I don't." He answered simply, seeming like he spoke mechanically, like he wasn't even concentrated on his words.

"I won't be telling your father that you're here yet. I want to have a few conversations with you first, today and eventually tomorrow too.." I didn't like that. I didn't like it at all.. Now, not even my father knew where I was, and unlike Christian, I didn't trust this guy nor I felt safe near him. "Then I'll call him to come over and I'll explain how I found you, rescued you from the Le Boursiers, and got you here."

He took a few steps closer to me and stopped somewhere less than a meter away from me. Once again, it seemed like his tall figure was shadowing me, and even though Christian seemed taller with a bit larger built too, Alexander was the one I found very much intimidating..

Perhaps it was his wild eyes that seemed to be so unreadable to me, unlike Christian's seemingly black pearls that promised nothing but safety and soothed me whenever our gazes locked. Now, I couldn't stand even a few seconds keeping my eyes on Alexander's.

He once again searched my face and calmly said. "You'll confirm." A simple order. Huh.. Well, it wasn't like I had much choice, but I won't lie, every atom in my body was urging me to punch him in that moment.

I kept calmed. I even looked away first, which I knew for us meant defeat. I found myself biting down on my lip in order to keep some words to myself, and I almost stopped just because of the thought of Christian telling me not to do it.. He liked it, but sometimes way too much. And I had taught myself to try and keep that habit for myself.. Unless I wanted to challenge Christian.

When I looked back at Alexander, he clearly scanned me, maybe even the same way Christian did, so I released my lip from between my teeth because I didn't want him judging this situation the wrong way.. I usually did that when I was lost in my thoughts, just like how I was at that point.

I crossed my arms over my chest, and finally asked what I had on mind for the past few seconds.

"I do believe that you're a smart guy, Alexander, I do.. But tell me, what are you planning on telling father when he asks what Christian's motive was to kidnap me? What when he asks what Christian wanted from me?"

I even took a small step closer to him to seem more convincing, but he didn't seem to mind. He even took a step closer to me, seeming very much satisfied with my choice of questions. Fascinated even..

"You're a beautiful young woman, Lana. That itself is enough of a motive for him to want you." He ran his fingers over the side of my face, and instead of getting butterflies in my stomach like Christian's touch caused, I felt nauseousness, a rock at the pit of my stomach. I despised him and his touch. So I turned my head to escape it.

Again, he seemed like he was very much aware of every one of my next moves. It didn't surprise him. He just took a step back and slightly turned around.

"But since you're interested, I'll explain how it was all about territories. He wanted to threaten with your life if he doesn't get the territories he wants." His tone was now light and loud, even joyful. He seemed very certain in himself and his plan. And I didn't like that. Not even slightly.

I even laughed slightly, running a hand through my hair before crossing my arms again. "Lame. And not believable at all. Christian is a high class man, he wouldn't try to take territories that way."

If gazes could shoot, I would be dead by the look he sent me.

"You would know."

I felt chills over my spine by the thought of someone from my own knowing about my relationship with Christian.. Mostly because that was putting him in danger.

"Tell me, Lana, how did he get under your skin? How did that bloodthirsty monster seduce you?" He was once again taking slow but certain steps towards me, like a predator closing up on its prey. "Did he find a way to compel you? Brainwash you? Or did you willingly lay in bed with him?"

My fists clenched by the last part. He had no right to even mention that. It was disrespectful and he was damn aware that it was. He said it to piss me off, and it worked damn well.. I just managed to only grind my teeth to keep my words to myself, clench my hands to keep my fists from ending up on his face, and returned coldly.

"Why? Does it bother you that I was with him?" Perhaps my goal was to piss him off too, to see how he would react if he saw that his words didn't effect me, but rather effected him.

His expression grew cold, serious and almost angry. With his brows furrowed, he seemed even more intimidating, and with the way he looked down on me, he once again glued me to my spot.

"It does. It fucking kills me thinking that he stole you from me." His voice had that same low tone as before, deep and slightly raspy. I would mistake it for a growl if I didn't hear him right. Yet his words were the true shocker.

Again, I kept myself from reacting to his statement in any way. But he must've still saw the slight surprise on my face since he searched my eyes intently.

"I was never yours to begin with." I barked back almost immediately, sounding angry when in fact, I was furious inside.

"Oh but you were.. You're supposed to be my wife, Lana. You were supposed to be mine, and only mine."

I didn't like the closeness he allowed himself to have with me. There was barely space between our bodies, and he spoke like he was trying to convince me in something.. He spoke like no other subject effected him more than this one did.. Not even when I ran away from him back at my house.

He was closing up on me on purpose, right there in front of my face, and I refused to show weakness and move back. I kept my arms crossed as a barrier from his body, but he was still a mountain compared to me. He saw the fury flaming in my eyes, and I saw the mix of that same anger behind his. We just had different motives.

However, I was not falling for his pathetic attempt to convince me that he in fact wanted me. All he wanted was my father's territories. My father's people. My father's power. And he was only getting that over my dead body.

He created some space, almost like he snapped himself out of his thoughts, but the anger on his face was still very much there, very much noticeable, and I didn't fail to show mine too.

"You know, instead of keeping your dirty little secret, I shouldn't even look at you. After all the things that he had done to you, that you allowed him to do.. I should tell your father that the marriage is off. That I don't want his daughter after someone else already had her.. A damn Le Boursier."

It was a breaking point of my patience. I felt hot with fury, my body was almost shaking in anger, and my blood was boiling to the point where my veins burned. No, I didn't just want to yell at him. I had the urge to slap him.

And I could basically see my hand against his face with full weight, turning his head to the side from how hard I wanted to slap him. I have a pretty heavy hand when it comes to that. But I didn't.. And hell, how I managed to keep myself together, I have no clue.

"He still does, you know.. He has me. Unlike you, he didn't force me to stay with him. I was never his prisoner." I answered perhaps to provoke him a bit more.

I wanted to see him break and hear him say what he truly wanted. The Morpher's power. But my words angered him in a different way.

His sharp jaw was clenched, and his eyes even showed weakness. He looked down at me from above, and scanned me almost with disbelief even though his face held not even one sign of surprise or shock. He just seemed.. Disgusted from my words. And I was still satisfied with the effect they had on him.

"And what does that say about you?" He managed to growl out, somewhat quietly, but the fact that he sounded like he was scolding me and teaching me of well behavior almost made me laugh.

A dry chuckle escaped my throat as uncrossed my arms and took a step beside him and passed by him, pushing my shoulder against his arm just to let him know that he was in my damn way.

"I'm not here to get analyzed by you or explain myself to you."

I looked around the room, knowing that he was now behind me and probably had turned to look at me, so I kept my back on him for a little longer, just to piss him off a little more. The guy thought he could order me around, but he picked the wrong girl.

I turned back towards him, and was proved right that yes in fact he was now looking at me and still held that serious cold expression on his face.. Angry even. His fists were slightly clenched on both his sides, but I must admit, he did a well job hiding his fury from me too.

I managed to hold that straight posture, just to let him know that he did not frighten me one bit, still keeping my voice certain and my words clear.

"What I want to know is what's stopping you from telling my father that I'm with Christian?"

He inhaled slowly, looked on the side and crossed his arms with patience, showing off his muscles from the white t-shirt he was wearing, and finding a similar confident posture to mine, almost like we were on a duel, not just talking.

"Your father will start a war. And I'm not planning on sending my people to war. I'm not planning on losing my own because of your stupid decisions, Lana. If I have to, I will though. If you disobey of course, I'll tell your father all about your little dirty affair and there will be such consequences."

He didn't miss out on writing that in the letter either. He now saw that I feared war because I wanted my own people safe, as well as Christian of course, and his side. I mean, Amelia was on that side too, and I did have a soft spot for that girl, not only because I found out she was my half sister..

Dimitri was the king so he would be the one leading the war from that side.. And I.. I was in between. I was in between because I was in love with Christian, and I cared about them all, while I had my family on the other side, my father who would be the very initiator and leader of my own.

It was my fault that I complicated things, but not even for a second did I regret what I had for Christian.. I was never more myself with him and I was never more alive with him. I loved him. And I loved my family too.

So I was not letting Alexander's empty threats frighten me, or provoke me to start something that would give him an excuse to tell my father. I could initiate. I could compromise. I could find a solution. I was determinant to.

He must've noticed me lose myself in my thoughts for a few seconds, since I looked on the side to think it through.. When I looked back at him, he had uncrossed his arms and took a few steps closer again, not stopping until there was once again barely space between the two of us.

I on the other hand didn't move and kept my posture straight and confident, no matter how much I wanted to push him away at that point..

"But this is no longer a game for territories with those vampires, Lana. It's already a war. For you. Between him and me." He even gave himself the right to press his hands on the sides of my face, to touch me. "You're mine. He stole your from me. I'll make him pay for that, and I know exactly how."

Perhaps I was too shocked by his words to move right away. His crazy ass kept claiming that Christian stole me from him, and I had to constantly remind myself, to find excuses for his insane head that he was raised this way, that he was taught to fight for a woman's honor, even if that woman wasn't someone he could win and keep.

But that was the typical Vesnetsov tactic. They were all like that. And I could not believe that my father gave into that.. That he agreed to give me up like that.. Christ, just the thought made me furious!

"But you are marrying me, and that already says plenty."

And that was the drop in the ocean that I needed to feel something turn in my stomach, to feel that despise and disgust again, to look away and press my hands over his that were on my face just so I would pull them away, taking a step to the side in the process.

"I'm not marrying you." I spoke quietly this time, almost like I lost my nerves to argue, or perhaps the shock from his words, his way of even showing jealously that I saw only a few seconds ago..

"No? Not even if Christian's life is in danger?" I looked back at him with a heat skip that probably echoed in his ears. He grinned at my reaction and spoke casually this time. "Adam does know how to end him, you know, and now so do I."

Idiot. Fucking idiot! He thought he was smart for making a deal with Adam.. My God, he thought he was sly for finding a way to wake up Adam! When his empty head had no damn clue that Adam was going to end him first!

"What the hell do you have to do with Adam?"

I snapped and shouted, losing my patience to his useless attempts to scare me. He did. It worked. But it wasn't him that scared me, but Adam himself! That old demon managed to play mind games with me while he was dead! And just the thought of that terrified me! I wondered if Alexander even knew what Adam was doing.

"You're here accusing me for being with a vampire, while you're making deals with the very devil himself,"

"I'm not making deals with Adam, Lana, I'm not stupid. I don't trust those creatures!" He rose his voice and it effortlessly shook the walls. I didn't flinch even when he suddenly took a step towards me. "But I do trust that he can kill Christian."

I went mute. Of course Adam knew a way to kill Christian, they were enemies.. But I-.. I couldn't process how Alexander knew all of those stuff.. How he knew how to wake up Adam.. How he even knew the necklace was the way to. Because we had the necklace for a lot longer and we still didn't figure out the spell to kill Adam, while Alexander over here found a way to wake him.

"How do you-"

"We'll discuss it over dinner."

He must've seen the slight dread behind my eyes.. The fear that the mention of Adam's name caused inside me. Christian told me everything that I needed to know about that monster. But Alexander obviously didn't care about the chaos Adam was going to cause if he's awake. He only cared to ruin Christian.

He scanned my face, and I swear I even saw a bit of regret behind his eyes.. Not from his words, but regret from the dread that he could sense on me. It wasn't fear from him, and he knew it. He was obviously aware that Adam scared me. And he should scare him too.

But he didn't show it. He just took a small step back and reached his hand for me.

"Your phone." I didn't have the strength to argue anymore, and at that point, I just wanted him out of my sight. I took out the phone from my pocket and handed it to him. "Thank you."

Once again those light brown eyes searched mine, almost like he was checking, but I had already managed to hide behind the cold expression as I crossed my arms over my chest and looked back at him confidently.

"Please don't make me have to use drastic methods on you, Lana, so obey my rules. Don't try contacting him. You're a Morpher, I know you're a well behaved girl."

He took another step back, still looking at me before he turned towards the door. Silence dominated and only his heavy steps against the wooden floor were heard.

Right when he reached the door, he simply turned around and looked at me. "Rest now, you had a long drive here."

And just like that he left the room, closing the door behind him and hoping that I could get used to that new situation. To that new house that he claimed was my now home. To that new room he told me to rest in.

And to him.. A man that claimed I belonged to him, and had the power to ruin two species if anyone stood in his way and told him otherwise.

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  Well Alex might be a tough one to handle, huh..

  But I'm sure Chris will be able to beat his ass in no time 😉

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  Kisses, 😘