She was found in the woods, abandoned by her family, at just the age of 1.
He found her, and was besotted by her, at just the age of 4.
True childhood sweethearts, Easton and Noelle were inseparable. However, growing a liking towards each other at such young ages comes at a price, especially when you are the future Vampire King.
All residents in the Kingdom of Highland had heard of the news. A baby girl found, wrapped up in a baby pink blanket, in the mystic woods, by none other than their King.
Under the spell of the tiny thing, all the Vampires loved and adored her. What they didn't know, was that she was a fox shifter. And not just any fox shifter, the only remaining one. She was a diamond in the rough, and everyone wanted her, especially since she had killer powers, the perfect weapon against all enemies.
I guess you could say, the chances of her being taken, were inevitable.
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"My King! Over here, look!", the voice caught the attention of Alexander Mitchell. He carried his stubborn 4 year old son, Easton, who was determined to go with them, towards the voice.
"Dad, take me to her! Please?" Easton pleaded, his father didn't know what he was talking about. He thought Easton had gone mad. After a few more steps, wails and whimpers were heard. Alexander quickened his stride, jogging to the source of sound. What he saw absolutely shocked him.
His loyal companion, standing beside a small basket, and inside, a baby girl. He stood there, mouth agape and feet stuck.
Easton struggled against his fathers hold, causing Alexander to place him on the floor. He ran over to the basket, kneeling down, coming face-to-face with the small girl. She had stop crying once she saw the small boy in front of her, causing him to smile triumphantly.
"I finally found you."
Warning: DARK ROMANCE
Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Prologue
Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out.
Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance.
It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face.
She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his.
His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second.
She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips.
Description
Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand.
Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?