An eminent girl who was known for her profound capability to exterminate any evil existence not knowing the fated ones she has eagerly searched for centuries are the feracious vampire kings that enjoy basking themselves in darkness. Nevertheless, be...
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2003
Mavis lounged on the armrest of Meira's chair, her blonde curls cascading down her back in soft, bouncy waves. The striking wine-red velvet dress she wore clung to her curves, accentuating her lithe frame. The dress featured daring thigh-high slits, held together by delicate gold chains that sparkled in the dim lights of the casino. Draped over her shoulders was a luxurious white fur coat that swirled around her as she moved, adding to the air of effortless sophistication.
The strapless neckline of the gown highlighted her delicate collarbones and the gold chain necklace adorned with deep red gems rested gently against her skin. She moved with an innate grace, her every gesture making the gown shimmer under the lights. The ensemble wasn't just beautiful, it was bold—a declaration that matched the sharp glint in her eyes.
Next to her, Meira leaned forward, intent on her bets, her fingers brushing across the green felt of the roulette table. Meira's charm, with her short, dark hair and quick wit, seemed unaffected by Mavis's theatrics, though her confidence complemented the striking woman at her side.
"Black again?" Mavis teased, leaning closer so her shoulder brushed against Meira's. The scent of her perfume—sultry and intoxicating—lingered in the air, a subtle weapon in her arsenal.
"Predictable is winning" Meira quipped, flicking a chip onto black with a grin. She leaned back, tilting her head up to catch Mavis's amused expression.
Behind them, Atlas stood silently, his broad frame radiating protective energy. His sharp eyes scanned the room, ever watchful. He looked like a man who could hold his own anywhere, but even he couldn't mask the slight edge in his demeanor tonight.
Because Mavis felt it.
The air around her buzzed with a tension no one else seemed to notice. It prickled against her skin like static electricity, setting her senses on high alert. Her mates were here. She could feel their presence, hidden in the shadows, their crimson eyes burning with intensity as they watched her every move.
Her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. Let them watch.
"You're awfully quiet tonight" Meira remarked, her tone curious as she glanced up at Mavis.
"Just enjoying the show" the fae replied smoothly, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She shifted slightly, her fur coat sliding off her shoulder to reveal more of the golden chains holding her dress together.
The motion wasn't accidental.
Meira's sharp gaze flicked between Mavis and the room. Slowly, a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Oh, I get it now" she murmured, her voice low enough for only Mavis to hear.
