Chained By The Ruthless Vampire Lord

oins, like the half arch of a crescent moon in the sky just before she had to start the Moon dance. It was his eyes. The man in question had shoulder length hair. Dark, very,

at all about a hundred hears ago,' he said, looking at her meaningfully. 'You are the first to cross the fold in over a hundred years, Khloe Hamilton, if what you say is true.' Khloe gasped. That could not be right. Seeing the shock on her face, the man smiled for the first time since their meeting. It was part smile, part smirk, that grin of his. As malevolent as a smile could be. Yet, he was beautiful. His feature transformed when he smiled, and the moon in his eyes became stars, twinkling. 'I am Melvin,' he introduced himself. 'Melvin Asgard.' Melvin Asgard. She knew that name. She tried to remember, and for a short time her memory stalled. Then it came to her in a rush. Melvin Asgard, son of Oreburn Asgard, king of Asgard. 'No,' Melvin said now. He was so close tha she could smell the scent on him properly. Almonds and vinegar. 'My father died a lifetime ago. I rule Asgard now, Khloe. So you do well to answer my questions.' Khloe recoiled. It was as though he had plucked the thought out of her mind. It was his eyes in the end. It was his eyes that confirmed it. Eyes like the half arch of the moon, like beaten silver. The eyes of a vampire. Eyes that now belonged Melvin Asgard, a vampire who could worm his way into a person's mind and poke around if they stared into his eyes too long. Khloe realized too late. She shut her eyes. But she could still hear the swishing sound of his knife as he played with it. Fear curdled in her stomach. Chapter One KHLOE A banquet was what it was. There was no other way to describe it. It was a splendid one, too, as expected. There were rosettes standing lonely and beautiful in glass vases. The hall had a high ceiling, white, such that if you looked above you would experience a feeling similar to that of staring at the heavens on a cloudy day. Below, rugs of fine fur adorned the black marble floor. Candles filled every inch of the halls, glowing a kindly, warm yellow, each one standing on solid metal ornate candle holders. The light from the candle fire reflected onto the glossy floor, and when one looked at it, the black marbles resembled a river of oil afire. It was beautiful. Fire was such a beautiful thing that if you did not know what it was, what it could do, you let it draw you to it. Khloe had once seen a moth drawn to a flame. It burned in seconds, leaving behind the smell of singed ants. That was what she felt about Caleb. He was like fire, burning everything thing he touched. Every girl in the town wanted him in that same way every child wanted . With a feverish hunger that could not easily be tamed. He was the Alpha's son after all. That made him the next best thing. When his father died, he would be the alpha, taking over his father's seat as the new ruler of the Blood moon pack by right of succession. Even though Tybald, his father and Alpha of the Blood moon pack was still strong and formidable, the prospect of being the next alpha mate was still a mouth watering thought for some. Khloe was not among their numbers. She had not wanted to attend the birthday feast that eventually became tha banquet, but the sage had made her. It would be unacceptable, the sage had said, eyes crinkled and angry, for her to be absent at such an event. All of the blood moon pack would be there in the flesh to see Caleb choose his mate. It would be completely unacceptable, he said. The prospect of being present at Caleb's appointment festival, the prospect of being among those who he would choose would have made some other girl's he