*This chapter is rewritten*
In the eyes of Isabella:
Isabella's pov:
"What's the matter, love?" I ask Eron who was looking elsewhere. His eyebrows knitted together as his face rested upon his hand.
"Something is off" He spoke, still staring into the distance. I follow his gaze. A flower pot with purple and pink flowers.
"Do you wish for more flowers to be in the pot?"
"No, not the flowers. Our kingdom"
"What's the matter with our kingdom? It's in great hands" I spoke to him. "Try to relax. Your parents will be back soon from their morning run and afterwords, we can fetch something to eat." I spoke to Eron.
Yesterday, he and I went hunting for the first time. He got familiar with Farrah a bit more as well. I was only able to catch a lizard but I was happy I was able to catch something.
"You like hunting?"
"It's quite adventurous" I spoke.
"I am glad you enjoyed yourself" Eron spoke as he leaned over to kiss me upon the lips. I gladly accepted his love, placing my hands upon his cheeks.
"Woah now, privacy is always the best with those kind of moments"
Eron and I turned to see Edna and Christopher, Eron's parents walking towards us, wiping their mouths in the process.
"My apologies, Edna" I spoke. Removing my hands from Eron.
Christopher let out a hearty laugh.
"It feels like we are watching ourselves all over again"
Edna smiler at Christopher's comment.
"Except we were more wilder"
In the eyes of Harold
Harold's pov:
I suspected that parasite to follow us back to the castle. Imagine my surprise when we got back safely.
"Tell Isabella, It's almost feeding time"
What does that mean?
Do not tell me that sick bastard actually fed upon Isabella!
I cannot imagine the pain he placed upon her. How could he have done something so sickening?!
It took all of my might not to return and fight him.
However, I am not stupid, he posses silver knives and it's in his territory. He has the higher advantage, he'll be done with me in mere seconds.
"I told you, we should have not attacked!" I spoke to Weston as I threw him off my back. Back in the safety of the castle, we headed to the Alpha's west office so that we may discuss in peace without our mates tagging along.
"My wolf was just edging for it" Weston spoke through gritted teeth as he heaved up and down. He wasn't badly injured, not badly enough to have to go to the pack doctor.
"You mustn't always go off your emotions. You could have been killed!" I yelled.
"You sound like my mother"
"What would you know of that word? Your mother barely spent time with you" I spat.
Weston did nothing but shake his head as he slumped down in one of the chairs. I leaned against the desk as the two of us sat in silence.
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A Vampire's Slave
VampirosIsabella has been living as a slave to a vampire name Mochief for as long she can remember. He's never treated her properly until things starts to spice up with a pack of werewolves who tells Isabella who she really is and that's exactly what Mochie...
