The Vampire Lord's Bride

t I thought she was going to shave it all off. She stretched it out to its full length whi

to hav

, "You have so much hair," as she stared at it in astonishmen

is bone straight. Well, when it gets this long (it's currently below my ass and almost at my knees), it sometimes knots, but usually not when it's at

I look down at my hair and try to figure out why I'l

r grows at a rate of nearly four times that, or around

every six weeks when she had to get me a haircut. The assassins' desired it to be at waist to hip length, but I still feel a little loss everytime my hair is either c

as taken between Isadora's finger

This length should be just

My words were so sluggish because of how

her grasping hands, "just to shoul

ue eyes and hip-length black hair appears on the top page of every newspaper in your pack. Most certainly, the newspaper

ur long, luscious hair contributes to your seductive appeal to

sin makes foolish statements occasionally. Men hunger after bea

Your hair is gorgeous but if you go into that pack looking exactly like the newspaper print then at some point, someone is bound to recognise you, Ava, and once your cover is blown then that's it," I mull it over for a while as I stare

ngered the strands that accumulated above my shoulders as she cut me bangs since she wouldn't

Storm, take that stone, and then depart on v

d I'll have to spend hours persuading you. Yes, I can essentially just pick up all the strands on the ground and re-attach them to my head if I don'

ng," pointing to the assassins'

it. Never taking off the mate bond ring is against one of our As

n't worry, Ava, your mate isn't anywhere around us so it'

produced by witches, and your pack uses them frequently, therefore no one ever suspects an assassi

where near us?" I wanted to ask. I ask

was endowed with the capacity to re

e I don't want to know. It's better that I remain ignorant. So

e first spell. Actually, not quite. I cast a wary glance her way, "

even hundreds of wolves you've likely mated w

eah, actually being skilled

if you ever need me or are just in distress, all you have to do is delicat

way I look. Without her sleek, long black hair, piercing blue eyes, and perfect, radiant complexion, who is Ava? But I realize that she's taking this actio

motioning with her fingers for me to

ed it six years ago, and I miss having it. I abruptly stop feeling like Ava as I

gazing down at the ring. Her

sire to be with me. You know it doesn't work like that. But with this Storm guy, all I know is that he's the Alpha of the most boring pack in existence. Fo

sit down as I stand there and look at her while she continues

ituation. You first want to steal my appearance, and now you're not even providing me adequate informa

ng in her palm while staring

as though you weren't trying to trick him and that everything was truly sincere if you want him to fall for you. To make him aware of that, you must get to know him personally. If you already know your target, he will not view your interest in mapping him as real interest in getting to know him.

lost that s-. This is seriously so funny. I chuckle out loud, fin

his Storm resemble? When I first see him, how will I recognize him? The only thing I took away from this pointless conversation is that if Isadora had been in charge of the Assassins, we would all already be on the streets. She has no knowledge

vorite, genuinely naïve individuals. I would have already lost the war if I adopted the incorrect seducer archetype for my target. I n

t? Okay, I'll go with innocent to be on the safe side. The holiest ones are typically the freakiest; they just manage to conc

"Another thing, Ava." "Be carefu

speak a different la

had it, so we don't have it. Even still, I believe the Assassins would have benefited greatly from having this.That is true, yet it is different. When they communicate verbally, they do so in a different language or manner than when they do so mentally

say anything to you. I should have stayed in my pack, wooing rich mofos instead of trying to do some unique mission with the moon's pack. So take care. She looks me straight in the eyes when she says, "Just watch their eyes very intently. You're entering into terrain where if someone snuffs you out, everyone would probably know before

s soon as you do, your appearance will return to normal and they

utting the ring on. I stum

we didn't simply use a wig. However, I am aware from personal experience that my hair would not have fit in one. Isadora yells, "Give me your ring," pointing to the assassins' ring on my left second finger. "Why?" I inquire, bringing my hand up to my heart. I never remove it. Never taking off the mate bond ring is against one of our Assassins' vows. Finding our soul partner cannot ever be at danger. I gaze at her with anger in my eyes as she continues, "don't worry, Ava, your mate isn't anywhere around us so it's safe," as if she could read my mind. How are you doing? "I am aware that assassins wear the ring to avoid meeting their partners. All mate bond rings are produced by witches, and your pack uses them frequently, therefore no one ever suspects an assassin when they see the ring, which is how I know this. Give it now. She offers her hand in a gesture. "How do you know that my mate isn't anywhere near us?" I wanted to ask. I ask her a question while my eyes are closed. "Gift," she says. "I see things. I was endowed with the capacity to recognize each person's gifted partner. "So, who is-" I pause before asking the full question and decide I don't want to know. It's better that I remain ignorant. So I shift the subject instead. I asked, "Why do you need my ring?" I must cast a number of spells on it. Your look will alter after the first spell. Actually, not quite. I cast a wary glance her way, "It'll just change the color of your eyes and hair." The others, too? The Alpha won't be able to smell the dozens or even hundreds of wolves you've likely mated with thanks to another who will mask your scent. I give her a snide glare. Yeah, actually being skilled at sex is such a turn off. "One of the last crucial spells will enable me to appear to you at any time if you ever need me or are just in distress, all you have to do is delicately scratch your ring three times. So to speak, it's a personal link for us." She beams confidently, as if praising herself for coming up with these ideas that she believes to be somewhat infallible. I object to her plans to alter the way I look. Without her sleek, long black hair, piercing blue eyes, and perfect, radiant complexion, who is Ava? But I realize that she's taking this action to lessen the likelihood that I'll be discovered. This gives me even more cause to despise Alpha Maks. He has made sure that everyone now knows how I look! She stretches out her hands once more, motioning with her fingers for me to hand her the ring. I do so reluctantly. My finger immediately feels exposed. I haven't taken off that ring since I acquired it six years ago, and I miss having it. I abruptly stop feeling like Ava as I stare at the ring-related dent on my finger. I feel different, at least physically. Isadora remains silent while gazing down at the ring. Her silver eyes start to sparkle. "Tell me about Storm," I begin. "You want me to seduce him, but neither you nor Alex have given me any information about his character or what makes him desire to be with me. You know it doesn't work like that. But with this Storm guy, all I know is that he's the Alpha of the most boring pack in existence. For us, anytime we get a target, we also get information on that target - their personality type, favorite food, allergies, sexual preferences, and anything. And that is all you require to know. She says she's going to sit down as I stand there and look at her while she continues to have a radiant look in her eyes as she examines my ring. "Isadora, that isn't enough to accomplish anything. You seem to be setting me up for failure in this situation. You first want to steal my appearance, and now you're not even providing me adequate information about the location or the target of my seduction. Has he found a partner? Is he vicious? "Tell me!" Isadora sighs and wraps my ring in her palm while staring up at me and crosses her arms. Storm is quite good at interpreting nonverbal cues, Rose. You need to be your most innocent, impartial self to approach him. Because of your past experiences, you might respond too quickly if I told you what he's like, and Storm would grab you. Everything ends the second he gets you. You must act as though you weren't trying to trick him and that everything was truly sincere if you want him to fall for you. To make him aware of that, you must get to

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t I thought she was going to shave it all off. She stretched it out to its full length whi

to hav

, "You have so much hair," as she stared at it in astonishmen

is bone straight. Well, when it gets this long (it's currently below my ass and almost at my knees), it sometimes knots, but usually not when it's at

I look down at my hair and try to figure out why I'l

ir grows at a rate of nearly four times that, or aroun

every six weeks when she had to get me a haircut. The assassins' wanted it to be waist-to-hip length, but I still feel a little loss every time my hair is either cu

as taken between Isadora's finger

This length should be just

My words were so sluggish because of how

her grasping hands, "just to shoul

lue eyes and hip-length black hair appears on the top page of every newspaper in your pack. Most certainly, the newspaper

ur long, luscious hair contributes to your seductive appeal to

ssin makes foolish statements occasionally. Men hunger for bea

"Your hair is gorgeous, but if you go into that pack looking exactly like the newspaper print, then at some point, someone is bound to recognize you, Ava, and once your cover is blown, then that's it." I mull it over for a while as I

gered the strands that accumulated above my shoulders as she cut my bangs since she wouldn't al

orm, take that stone, and then depart on vacat

nd I'll have to spend hours persuading you. Yes, I can essentially just pick up all the strands on the ground and re-attach them to my head if I don

ng," pointing to the assassins'

d it. Never taking off the mate bond ring is against one of our A

n't worry, Ava, your mate isn't anywhere around us, so it

produced by witches, and your pack uses them frequently; therefore, no one ever suspects an assass

where near us?" I wanted to ask. I ask

was endowed with the capacity to re

e I don't want to know. It's better that I remain ignorant. So

irst spell. Actually, not quite. I cast a wary glance her way and said

even hundreds of wolves you've likely mated w

eah, actually being skilled

if you ever need me or are just in distress; all you have to do is delicat

way I look. Without her sleek, long black hair, piercing blue eyes, and perfect, radiant complexion, who is Ava? But I realize that she's taking this actio

motioning with her fingers for me to

ed it six years ago, and I miss having it. I abruptly stop feeling like Ava as I

gazing down at the ring. Her

ire to be with me. You know it doesn't work like that. But with this Storm guy, all I know is that he's the Alpha of the most boring pack in existence. For

it down as I stand there and look at her while she continue

ation. You first wanted to steal my appearance, and now you're not even providing me with adequate inform

ng in her palm while staring

as though you weren't trying to trick him and that everything was truly sincere if you want him to fall for you. To make him aware of that, you must get to know him personally. If you already know your target, he will not view your interest in mapping him as a real interest in getting to know him.

ost that sister. This is seriously so funny. I chuckle out loud, f

this Storm resemble? When I first see him, how will I recognize him? The only thing I took away from this pointless conversation is that if Isadora had been in charge of the Assassins, we would all already be on the streets. She has no knowledg

vorite, genuinely naive individuals. I would have already lost the war if I had adopted the incorrect seducer archetype for my target.

ut? Okay, I'll go with innocent to be on the safe side. The holiest ones are typically the freakiest; they just manage to conc

"Another thing, Ava." "Be carefu

speak a different la

ad it, so we don't have it. Even still, I believe the Assassins would have greatly benefited from having this. That is true, yet it is different. When they communicate verbally, they do so in a different language or manner than when they do so mentally

y anything to you. I should have stayed in my pack, wooing rich mofos, instead of trying to do some unique missions with the moon's pack. So take care. She looks me straight in the eyes when she says, "Just watch their eyes very intently. You're entering into territory where if someone snuffs you out, everyone would probably know before

s soon as you do, your appearance will return to normal, and the

utting the ring on. I stum