My King and I

I reluctantly pried myself out of bed, determined to silence the Idiot before i

a sixteen-year-old girl about to face another day at school. Time was of the essence

renowned pancakes, and a seemingly endless pot of coffee – an obligatory indulgence for Dracula, lest we forget. My objectiv

by girl," a vo

th wariness in my eye, "Look who

id immediately jumping on

r night?"Drac

façade my sweet stepmother put on whenever m

ries with Dracula, their exc

eeted him, my tone maskin

e responded, his voice genuine

replied, keepin

breakfast yet?

r leave without a meal," Dracula answered before I could,

t to Dad" I als

's manipulative act deprived me of food, and I wasn't about to let it happen again. I answered swi

ng with the Alpha and wo

esterday. You can't leave again, and it's Monday! That's a wh

onsider? Skip this meeting?" My words tumbled o

his responsibilities often pulled him away. It was a bitter pill to s

my duty to the Alpha," he explained

in, and I knew my tantrum would likely incur a consequence later, but

my wounded heart. "How about a compromise? I'll come

templated, wiping

mountain of chocolate," he promi

uiesced, my voice tin

kitten,"

had ten minutes to evade tardiness and reach school. Swiftly, I bolted from the house, m