The Vampire Lord's Bride

t? Why, then, do you interpret it so literally? Isadora's face immediately wrinkled up in disdain as she said, "Before I became a witch, I used to be an

privileges or the ability to annihilate others without giving them a chance to defend themselves. Even among the Assassins, morality must be gained. It requires extensive training. Why do these Alphas have it so easy because of their crazy wolves that demand respect if it is not inborn? But if there were to be no more Alphas, what would become of the entire werewolf community? I inquire, attempting to look at things from a new perspective. The person who says, "Democracy," is Alex. Isadora chuckled. Do it for us, please. You won't have to worry about Alphas pursuing you if you seduce Storm and take the stone because they will be rendered so helpless unless, of course, they were trained like you, which the majority of them aren't, at least not to your level. You guys are worried that I might just take the stone for myself, though, right? I like the sound of immortality too." The one who looks at me suspiciously as if he's going to lurch at me is Alex. I grin internally, pleased to have raised a few eyebrows. Isadora pulls on my braid with enough force to warn me but not damage me. Ava, Maks, Storm, and the Assassins would be the least of your concerns if you accomplished that. When she leans in to mutter, "I'll hurt you myself, and I'll make sure it hurts so much that you'll end up begging me for death," she comes dangerously close to touching my ears. She continues to grasp my braid as she walks away, sending chills down my spine. Isadora frightened me. She absolutely terrified me. She was Alex's brains, and she was nasty with her wild eyes and hair. Alex was at least merely foolish and disobedient, but I've never understood Isadora's unwavering commitment to wickedness. According to what I understood of her narrative, life had mistreated her, but it had also mistreated me, so you won't find me plotting the deaths of the other fourteen Alphas, excluding Alex. The Leader of the Assassins was the only person before Isadora who could match the fear she instilled in me. All I want to do right now is escape the clutches of a witch who physically has my hair in her hands because I didn't like it, and that's why I fled. Additionally, a highly strong witch is required to harness the powers of the blue moonstone. In addition to the fact that I doubt you know any witches besides me, I also know that even if you did locate a witch capable of channeling the seductive power of that stone, they would very certainly not be willing to do it. " Isadora, what do you stand to gain from this? I called her out, finally saying what I had been thinking for weeks: "I understand Alex's greed, but I don't understand your motives for feeding and encouraging Alex's greed." Isadora groaned. "Nothing. Simply put, I detest Alphas. "Why?" "Enough!" She yelled and grabbed my braid once again. She pulled it really firmly this time, and I yelled. Nothing would have satisfied me more than to choke this wicked "Now that we've made the deal available to you, tell us if you're in or out. Do you desire freedom? She released her grip on my braid and moved away from me. I sat there rubbing my scalp and yelling obscenities in my head. I said, "I'm in," and reluctantly extended my hand to shake hers. I couldn't sleep a wink, so I tossed and turned all night in bed. It would be an understatement to say that I wasn't prepared for tomorrow. The idea that Isadora and