Liana Duval has a simple life: remain loyal to her clan, and never forget her father's sacrifice and the reason he died. Vampires. However, when hunters attack her clan and wipe off everyone, her only hope is Damien Vaughn, an ruthless vampire lord who seeks to possess her, even if it's against her will. As conflict arise and her loyalty to her people is tested, will she follow her heart or will she walk away before her forbidden love with a vampire risks everything she's ever known
Chapter 1 Liana
Cold metal pressed into my wrists, holding me in place, and I could barely remember how I got here. My body ached, and the air smelled like old blood. It was dark, and my hands were chained above my head.
I tried to call on my wolf, that powerful part of me, but... nothing happened. I felt empty. Lost.
"What the...?" I whispered, a chill of panic running through me. My wolf was gone, and without her, I felt small and weak. I needed her. She'd been with me through everything-through losing my father, my training, my life in the pack. Now, she was just... gone.
I forced myself to stay calm, taking a shaky breath as I tested the chains again. But there was no escape.
A door creaked open, and a man stepped in, flanked by guards. His eyes were cold, his mouth curling into a smile as he looked at me. A look that made my skin crawl.
"So, this is the wild little werewolf they captured." His voice was mocking. "You don't look so tough now."
I glared at him, refusing to let my fear show. "Where am I? Let me go."
The man laughed, a cold, heartless sound. "You're at the auction house. And I'm here to inspect my purchase."
The word made my heart drop. "Purchase?"
He nodded, that smug smile never leaving his face. "Yes. I paid good money for you, though they warned me you might be a fighter. Don't worry-I know how to break that spirit of yours." His eyes lingered on me in a way that made my stomach twist.
I pulled at the chains again, my wrists burning, but I held his gaze, trying not to let him see my fear. "Touch me, and you'll regret it."
He chuckled, clearly enjoying my defiance. "Feisty. I like it."
Before he could take another step, the door slammed open again. Another man entered, and the room seemed to freeze. This one moved with an eerie calm, his eyes sharp, almost silver in the dim light.
The man-my so-called buyer-immediately went stiff, his head bowing a little. "Lord Vaughn... I didn't expect you..."
"Leave," the newcomer said, his voice cold and commanding.
My buyer hesitated, then nodded and left quickly with his guards. Now I was alone with this stranger. His aura was powerful and dangerous. I could feel it even from where I stood, chained to the wall. He was a vampire-everything about him seemed designed to unsettle me.
He stepped closer, studying me like I was some kind of rare creature. His face was calm, but there was a hint of something dangerous in his eyes like he was deciding exactly what to do with me.
"Who are you?" I asked, fighting to keep my voice steady. "And why am I here?"
The man tilted his head slightly, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "You're here because you were captured and sold. As for who I am..." He paused. "I am Damien Vaughn. And as of now, you belong to me."
His words hit me like a punch. "Belong to you?" I spat, the words tasting like poison. "I don't belong to anyone."
He raised an eyebrow, his silver eyes darkening. "You do now, little wolf. I'd suggest you accept it."
Every muscle in my body screamed to fight, to break free, but I was helpless here, without my wolf, without my pack. Still, I set my jaw, meeting his gaze defiantly. "I'd rather die."
His lips curved into a faint smile. "Then you're going to have a very hard time here. I don't give up easily."
The finality in his voice made my stomach sink, but I refused to show him my fear.
"You don't know anything about me," I shot back, my voice low. "I'm not some scared little girl who'll just obey."
"Good," he said softly as if he found that amusing. "I'd hate for this to be boring."
A guard entered, carrying a small vial. Damien took it, not taking his eyes off me, his gaze cool and calculating. He was getting closer, and my instincts screamed at me to run, but I had nowhere to go.
"What is that?" I demanded, panic creeping into my voice.
"Just something to keep you... calm," he replied smoothly, swirling the liquid in the vial. "You're defiant now, but I wonder how long that will last."
He reached forward, brushing a strand of hair from my face. I pulled away, but he caught my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
"Don't touch me," I snapped, my voice trembling.
His grip tightened, his gaze narrowing. "You'd better get used to it. This is your new life, Liana. The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be."
I glared up at him, refusing to back down, even though fear was twisting in my chest. But as he held my gaze, I felt a strange pull, something hypnotic in his silver eyes. For a moment, I felt my resolve start to crack.
No. I couldn't let him win. I wouldn't.
"Go to hell," I whispered, hate burning in my voice.
Damien's smile returned, dark and knowing. "Perhaps. But I'll make sure you come with me."
And before I could react, he tilted the vial to my lips, forcing the bitter liquid down my throat. Darkness swept over me, and I felt myself slipping away.
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