The series continues with book #5.
Storm and Hans take Europe, capturing vampires. Dread fills their cold, undead hearts as the horrors of Carnage Castle are whispered in secret. The men are relentless and Lanecea is just as formidable as she amass...
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Lanecea was going to be in a heap of trouble, the swirling butterflies butting heads within her stomach sounding the alarm, but Lani wasn't about to give up on her great vision. Yes, she was on a mission, and yes, she was very aware that Wolstein insisted she focus on Brussels, but Lanecea couldn't get Poland out of her mind. It was only a matter of time before either Hans or Deiter reported her to Wolfstein, but Lani believed that her neck wouldn't be on the chopping block, after all, she had Storm's approval - technically.
Lani watched her noble slaves assist Storm as they built the cum troughs in the nursery before turning her attention back to the hybrid at her feet. He'd made significant progress in just a matter of days, reaffirming that Lanecea's vision wasn't hair-brained and careless. If she could transform a vampire hybrid into an adoring, loyal man, anything was possible.
"I want Leszek," Lanecea announced suddenly.
Storm looked past his miniatures who were attempting to be helpful but were just getting in the way then to his woman who had yet another man in her crosshairs. Lanecea continued to stroke Ignacy's hair as he kissed her leg before meeting Storm's eyes. She wasn't asking for permission, he noted as Storm gave Lanecea his full attention. Lanecea, however, from Storm to her noble slaves who had also paused, waiting for their mistress to continue.
"I believe we should call our mission: Operation Save The Priestesses," Lanecea seemed to change the topic as she waited for her slaves to agree with her although they didn't have much choice.
They were slaves, after all.
"You have our support," Stanislaw assured her, speaking on behalf of his comrades as well.
"I'm grateful," Lanecea smiled up at the men before finally meeting Storm's eyes. "Leszek will be one of my greatest prizes and one of the most tricky to capture, but I believe my slaves will be successful if they have your help. Leszek is a champion fencer and a sabre athlete. He will be shot on September 22nd during the Battle of Łomianki, so we only have a few weeks to prepare. This man is incredible... He's currently a major in the Polish army. I don't wish to have him as a slave but would like to give him to you as a gift, My King. It feels icky - like those women who steal their husband's money and then buy them a gift with it, but it would be impossible for me to pull off this mission on my own. Will you please save him?"
Storm didn't get a chance to answer as Lanecea took a quivering breath and then hurried on before she lost her courage as she added to her Christmas wish list.
"If you agree to save his life - pulling off a sleight of hand - I want his entire family taken out. His parents are lost to history, and I believe they will work well with the McLeans. His younger brother, Stanislaus, will also be lost to history, so I will add him to my breeding program. He is thirty-six years old. Wolfstien promised to let me return to Poland if I'm successful with my other missions, so at that time, I will hunt for a potential breeder match for him. It will be your decision, of course, what you do with Leszek after his capture, but his skills will be invaluable to you and our allies, I'm certain. His death has already been recorded but I believe in you, My King. Nothing is impossible... If you agree to my plan, I think it would be nice to keep the family together - although separate in their roles. I don't believe that Stanislaus should be placed with my other breeders far from his family, but kept with us on this mission. If the brothers are kept together, it may be easier to win the major's loyalty."
Lanecea was completely out of breath when she finally fell silent, looking up at Storm with hope in her eyes. Wolfstein may be the commander of the Black Sun Army, but Storm was her king and owner. At least Lanecea was fully aware of the hierarchy over her head as she wriggled with impatience.
"Show me his information," Storm stepped closer to where Lanecea was reclining, a list of men who would fall in battle at her side.
"Yes, Sir," Lanecea held out the record for Storm's inspection.
* Olympic fencer
* Served in WWI as a member of Austria-Hungary's 6th Infantry Regiment and 1st Artillery Regiment.
* Fought in the Polish-Bolshevik War
* Honored with the Silver Cross of the Order of Virtuti Militari and the Hungarian Cross of Merit.
* One of Poland's best sabre athletes.
"He is currently a major in the 14th division of the Polish army, but will be promoted to the rank of lieutenant colonel after his death, therefore he must die - technically. Please save him."
Out of Lanecea's slaves, Major Leszek was most impressive, but there was one word that captured Storm's attention: Bolshevik. Major Leszek had fought against the Bolsheviks and Lani was begging to give this man as a gift to her king.
"Inform Wolfstein of this change in plans. Be sure to tell him that Leszek fought against the Bolsheviks," Storm instructed Hans who would be able to get the message to Wolfstein quickest before he turned his attention back to Lanecea. "Thank you for my gift."
Lanecea purred as Storm kissed her forehead before stepping out of the nursery with Leszek's record, breathing a sigh of relief before returning to her reading material, lists of men who would die fighting to save Poland. If only she could save them all, but Lanecea worried things would go terribly wrong if she attempted to cheat death en masse. She needed to be very selective, adding to her trophy slaves men who could and would put the fear of god into the vampires once she won their loyalty. It was risky, of course, but as long as they believed they were only saving the priestesses from extinction, Lani's plan stood a chance.
Lani's mind wandered again, unable to focus on the list of names as she watched her slaves construct their cum trough, focused on bringing to life Lanecea's other project although they weren't aware of what she planned with their cum. Did it really matter if they were aware of the cards she held close to her heart? As long as she had loyal, devoted followers, Lani could change the world, she was certain, and yet her mind was troubled as she watched her slaves at work for a moment before watching the door for Storm's return. She couldn't shake the feeling that was giving her a more intense migraine with each passing second.
"Are you alright, Lani?" Dieter looked up from the records he was studying as he remained by Lanecea's side.
"I think I may be in over my head," Lanecea whispered so softly that Ignacy wouldn't be able to hear her confession from where he knelt at her feet.
"It's too late for regrets, Sweetheart," Dieter stated the obvious, Hans already on his way to inform Wolfstein that Lanecea had veered from her mission, the woman focused on building an army of slaves.
