The Vampire Kings Slave Mate

Chapter 17

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Chapter 17: Mary

“So what’s it like being the blood slave to the king?” Nevaeh asked me as we were sitting down at the

table enjoying some fresh squeezed orange juice and scrambled eggs.

After my rendezvous with Nikolai this morning I was starving. Who knew that being a meal for a Vampire

would leave you so damn hungry.

“Umm.. I’m not really sure yet.” I answered honestly. “He’s pretty brooding and really bossy, but I guess

that’s what comes with being King.”

“Hmm..” Nevaeh said, while pushing her eggs around her plate with her fork, I could tell something was

on her mind, but she seemed nervous to ask.

“Nevaeh,” I called to her, causing her eyes to look up from her plate and look into mine as I reached over

the table to grab her hand in mine, hoping to calm her nerves, “You know you can ask me anything

right?”

Nevaeh squiggled in her seat; from the way she was acting, I knew whatever she wanted to ask was

going to be bad. She looked around to make sure no one was within earshot before whispering, “Is there

more going on between you and the Vampire King, than just the feedings?”

I’m sure my face looked as confused as I felt because Nevaeh quickly backtracked, “ All I mean, is that

he went batshit crazy when he was looking for you last night, this morning Kade casually mentioned that

The King wouldn’t kill his subjects for just anyone, and then when we walked in on you guys, it just

seemed like we were interrupting a moment.” Nevaeh spit out quickly, her ears tinging read with

embarrassment, “You know what, just forget that I even asked.”

“Nevaeh,” I responded, looking into her eyes. “You’re my friend, my only friend. You can ask me

anything, and I’ll answer to the best of my ability. As for your earlier question, No, nothing is going on

between the Vampire king and I. Last night Nikolai was in a fit of rage because I disobeyed him once

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again, I’m afraid, that I’m the reason those women are dead.”

Nevaeh let out a hiss, interrupting me. “Those women are dead, because they deserved it. They treated

you, a human being just like them, like you were nothing. They locked you up and tortured you. Don’t you

ever blame yourself for their deaths,” Nevaeh spat out angrily.

“But.. If I had listened and gone to the Queen’s quarters as Nikolai had instructed, then none of this

would’ve happened.” I mumbled quietly, my head cast down starring at the table.

“That doesn’t matter Mary.” Nevaeh said in a calming tone. “Even if you did listen, the moment you

entered that Blood Slave corridor, the women would’ve still found you threatening. They would still have

captured and tortured you. All your not listening did was speed up the process.”

“Hmmm.. I guess that is true.” I said, feeling some of the weight lift off my chest, “And to the second part

of your you guys didn’t interrupt anything this morning, Nikolai fed off of me.” I said pulling my hair off to

the side, to show her my newest scar, two fang marks imprinted in my neck.

Nevaeh let out a sharp gasp, her hands flying over mouth.

“What? What is it?” I asked concerned, wondering if the bite had become infected.

“He..” Nevaeh stammered, pointing at my neck, “H…He…He ma…ma…marked you.”

I looked a Nevaeh puzzled trying to comprehend what she was saying, “Well yeah he marked me.” I

replied nervously, kicking my legs back and forth on the chair, “It’s just a scar though, it’ll fade in time.

Don’t all vampires leave fang marks?”

“Marking isn’t the same as scars from a bite.” Nevaeh said in a hushed tone, continuing to look around,

afraid, someone might walk in at any given moment.

“Ummm… okay, so what is marking?” I asked Nevaeh, my voice laced with concern and worry

“He’s made you his. If anyone sees that mark they know that you belong to him. He’s basically injected

you with his DNA.” Nevaeh whispered.

“Wait what does that mean, injected me with his DNA?” I asked worriedly. Was I going to turn into a

vampire now?

At that moment a female vampire walked into the dinning hall. She glared at Nevaeh and I before

passing by into the kitchens.

“We shouldn’t talk about this here.” Nevaeh whispered. “We will talk in your room.” Nevaeh said standing

up from the table and walking towards the door. “Oh and Mary, make sure to keep that mark covered, it’ll

cause you to have many enemies.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I followed Nevaeh out of the dinning hall. Just what exactly did Nikolai

do.

As I walked down the hall towards my office, I felt happy. Mary had willingly let me feed on her, and it had

been an amazing experience, one I cannot wait to repeat. And with Nevaeh reaching Mary the correct

behavior for a blood slave, I felt like I was on the top of the world, like nothing could bring me down

today.

I skidded to a halt right outside my office door, taking my focus off of Mary and onto the matter at hand. I

was going to talk to a Fae to find out what it was about Mary that intrigued me so much. I tried my

hardest to maintain a neutral expression. I needed to be seen as the fierce Vampire King- not some

giddy little school boy.

As I entered my office, I saw none other than Ambrose, the Fae Prince. Why would the send such a high

power Fae to meet with me? Was it a show of power, did the Fae want to make it seem like they were

willing and ready to aid me? So many questions rushed through my brain all at once, but I couldn’t voice

any of them

“Prince Ambrose.” I said nodding my head towards my guest, acknowledging his Prince.

“King Nikolai,” Ambrose replied walking towards me with a smile on his face, his hand extended out,

“What an honor.”

I took his hand in mine, shaking it. “The honor is all mine Ambrose, thank you for coming all this

way.”

“The Faeries are ready and willing to assist the supernatural king, with whatever it is he needs.” Ambrose

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said with a smile on his face.

Ah, so Ambrose’s presence is a basic pledge of fealty, what do the Fae know that I don’t. The Fae

sometimes got glimpses of the future but they hardly ever talked about what they saw as they didn’t want

to mess with the fates.

“So,” Ambrose said, taking a seat opposite my desk,” How may I assist the king today?”

“Well,” I said suddenly feeling nervous, “there’s this woman….”

“Ahh, say no more,” Ambrose said interrupting me. “Do you need me to enchant her? Will she be our

future Queen?”

I chuckled dryly, trying to hide my annoyance at the mention of a future Queen. “No, no, no, none of

that.” I said waving my hands and shaking my head trying to stir the conversation away from love and

future Queens. “It’s about a human woman.”

“Oh,” Ambrose said, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs, his interest peaked. “Please do

continue.”

“I met her at the blood auction, her scent drove my vampire side mad, he just had to have her. I have

never felt so much bloodlust before, I felt like if I didn’t sink my teeth into her right then and there, I’d

shrivel up and die.

“Hmm interesting,” Ambrose said raising his hand to stroke his long white beard. “And did you given in?

Did you drain her dry?”

“No,” I said shaking my head again. “Instead, I found myself buying the blood slave and taking her here

with me. Once she was in the palace my beast has felt this strong urgency to protect her.”

“Is that so?” Ambrose inquired, and is there anything else weird that happens between your beast and

her, or either you and her.”

I took a deep breath, not wanting to tell Ambrose anymore, but also feeling the urge to chat with him and

see if he could discover anything.,

“When I’m near her, my beast purrs, and when we touch, it feels like tiny sparks of pleasure are running

up and down my body.”

“Tell me king Nikolai, have you ever heard of soul mates, or of the mate bond?”

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