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17/01/2026

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28/11/2025

Good day, everyone!

I know it's been a while. I hope you all have been good.
So lately I've been receiving messages and calls from my readers about the story I left unfinished. To be frank, I had no intention of not finishing the book, I was just a little pi**ed off because of what happened back then. However, I realized it wasn't even my true readers that did it but some people who joined my WhatsApp group by mistake.

Nevertheless, I'm still thinking if you would like to read DEAR SUBSTITUTE WIFE, YOU'RE MINE. I haven't decided the story to continue but most of you that messaged keep requesting for DSW, YOU'RE MINE but you still have the privilege to choose between SAINTS AND SINNERS and DSW.

WHICH ONE WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO CONTINUE?

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07/11/2025

Hello everyone 🤗🦋

25/03/2025

Dear substitute bride, you are mine🦋💯❤️
[Love me while you hate me👄]

WRITTEN BY Almah✍️

WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED. PLEASE DON'T PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST 📔❌ TRUST ME, THE CONSEQUENCE WILL BE SEVERE.

🐾~🐾 CHAPTER 01

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22/03/2025

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03/02/2025

SAVAGE HEART 🦋💯❤️
[Rose 🌹 and her red lips 👄]

WRITTEN BY Almah✍️

Mafia series 🔥💯💌💄👠⛓️ 🔞🔞🔞

WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED. PLEASE DON'T PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST 📔❌ TRUST ME, THE CONSEQUENCE WILL BE SEVERE.

Reader discretion is advised ✍️ This is a f*cking Dark Romance. You know what I mean? Read at your own risk.

🐾~🐾 02

“F**k you!” I spat, my rage evident as I hit him right in the face.

Pedro had warned me about Ray's ruthlessness, but I hadn’t expected him to be this ruthless. He should have taken me instead.

Pedro was innocent, and now he was dead because of me. It was my fu***ng fault. Regret swirled through me, and the urge to cry was hard to suppress.

Every ounce of revenge I craved felt like an impossible mission now that I was about to breathe my last breath. For once ever since I regained from a coma, I regretted not ever listening to him. Carlos was damn right. ‘You can't do anything when you're like this, Sia.’ So pathetic.

One of his men stomped over when he saw what I did to their boss’s face, however, Ray gesticulated to him with the motion of his hand. “I thought you'd be happy to reunite with your friend.” I struggled with him but it was futile. He pulled my hair, making me groan.

“That’s not a fu***ng reunion. You killed Pedro!” I clenched my jaw so hard that I felt the pain.

A sly smirk lingered on his face. “It won't be good to kill you right away. I heard you don't remember anything after the car crash so I believe Carlos didn't tell you who the f**k you're looking for.”

Puzzles, I lifted a brow. “What do you mean?”

He glanced over the face of the man behind him before averting his gaze. “So your brother didn't tell you the truth. Marx, Fuego, and I weren't the people that killed your father. Your father was an as***le. Yes, we betrayed him but we didn't kill him. I was surprised when I heard you killed them. You had the wrong people, sweetheart. The man you're looking for is dead.”

Dead? Who?

I had many questions I wanted to ask him; I bet he was never going to answer anyway.

Perhaps he noticed the look of puzzlement on my face. He smirked devilishly. “Martello. He killed your fu***ng father on your birthday. He's the only bastard that can pull that shot from such a far distance, but he's also dead. I'm sending you to hell to join him, you can get your revenge there, sweetheart.”

“Who the hell is he? How did you know?”

“Beats me, sweetheart. But it'll be my pleasure to send your dead body to your son of bitch brother…” Ray was cut short by thunders of gunshots from outside. In a second all his men pulled out their hidden guns, aiming at the entrance.

I had no idea who was coming, but I caught a glimpse of fear on Ray's face. He adjusted on his seat, looking vaguely around as if lost.

“Seems like we've got a company,” I said, smirking while trying to conceal my fear. I prayed silently that whoever was coming should be after Ray alone because I needed to get the hell out of this hellhole.

“We’re under attack. The sniper is down.”

“Alert others to keep them away from the warehouse.”

“Yes, boss.” The man exited the grand room.

“Screw it. Carlos, that son of a bitch. Check who they are and make sure they don't get too close, Jayden.” He ordered.

I slyly smiled when I heard my brother's name from his mouth. Every time they said his name, their voice always trembled with fear.

“Yes, boss.” Jayden gestured to some men to follow him. As he skipped a step forward, we heard echoes of gunshots. One after the other, Ray's men started dropping dead as bullets pierced their bodies from every opening in the room.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. “Did you set this up?” Ray retrieved his phone from his pocket. I had no idea what he read, but his face darkened with ferocity. He crouched a little bit, then grabbed my neck roughly.

I coughed hard, finding it difficult to breathe. I held his hand to free myself but he wasn't letting go.

“Boss, we're surrounded by his men. They're coming for her.”

“Stand close. Don't let them in.”

After more than ten already dropped dead, the rest of his men moved reluctantly toward the exit.

“He cares for his sister dearly, isn't he? How dare he threaten me?” He aimed his gun at my thigh and fired off once.

I squirmed excruciatingly.

“I hope he fu***ng kills you,” I squeezed my eyes shut, gnawing on my lip to conceal the pain.

“And we're fu***ng dying together.” He tried to fire another shot, but unfortunately, there was no bullet left in his gun. Just before his men move closer to offer him a new gun, Carlos’ men stomped in and surrounded the room like flies. In a few seconds, all of Ray's men were shot until he became the last man standing.

“Not with my sister.” Carlos snarled, kicking Ray on his jaw as the gun he was holding fell to the floor and he staggered backward.

I crawled away. Watching as both of them engaged in a fistfight. “Take Sia home, Lenox.” He ordered.

Soon, his right-hand man ambled closer, he squatted in front of me and swooped me in his arms. I groaned and then looped my hands around his neck. “Time to go home, queen.” He joked.

“What about Carlos? Are you going to leave your Don behind?”

Carlos’ men led the way out of Ray's warehouse to the frontcourt. “Oh. Let's hope he doesn't get home before us. I bet he has an unsettled matter with Ray. Let's get you treated first. You need that before your retribution.”

“Please just take me to my apartment. Becca is going to treat me.”

“You heard him. I dare not defy him.” Nico opened the car door, and Lenox put me in the backseat before joining me. They shut the door, all his cars started trailing after each other to the mansion.

It was already late. Perhaps it was almost morning now. I'd have to make it home before she found me gone. I sneaked out on her while she was sleeping.

Furthermore, we got close to the mansion after driving within the forest for about twenty minutes. The mansion was located on the outskirts of the town.

My mind drifted to Pedro. “Did you check Pedro before getting me?”

With a shake of his head, he replied. “We were late.”

“How did you find out I was at the Red House?” I asked.

“Pedro alerted the house at the last minute. He was too afraid that you were about to get yourself killed. It was a good thing Ray already killed him before we arrived, Carlos would brutally cut him limb to limb and send him to his family.”

“It’s my fault.” I shook my head, guilt gripped my heart like reprimand chains. I sniffled back the tears that were threatening to fall. I recalled how I forced Pedro to give me names when Carlos refused. I forced him into this. It shouldn't have been him.

“There’s no time for regret, queen.”

As the cars pulled into the mansion, my heart palpitated terribly. I gulped down anxiously knowing what was coming.

When all the cars halted in front of the building, Lenox alighted from the car and got me out. I looked around the enormous mansion, the huge walls around us like a prison; there were many men holding guns of different models like soldiers ready for a battle.

Lenox swooped me up in his arms again and took me inside.

“Rosetta, we need you,” Kevin called out.

Rosetta, who was a doctor and their cook, came out in an apron; when she saw blood dripping from my thigh, she gasped. “For f**k sake,” She rushed back in, then came back with her equipment.

Lenox put me on the couch, standing behind Rosetta, who was about to treat me.

“Tell me it won't leave a scar.” I groaned while she was taking out the bullet.

“I’ll find you an ointment for that.”

Ten minutes later, the air in the living room suddenly became suffocating. That instant I knew Carlos had arrived. I looked toward the entrance to see him walking majestically like a beast on his territory.

“Welcome, boss.”

“Leave us.”

Rosetta put her equipment back in the box and left with his men. Now that we were alone, I suddenly became scared of my brother. There were bloodstains all over his body. If Ray was indeed dead, I could swear on my goddamn life that Carlos tortured him before finishing him off. “You reek,” I joked, hoping that he'd let what happened tonight slide.

“I told you to fu***ng lay low. I told you not to fu***ng do anything, Sia!” He furiously fired off a shot in the air that was meant for me.

Startled, I jumped off the seat. “What would you rather have me do when you booked me for a stupid primal therapy while the men that killed our father were going on with their fu***ng lives? You have no slightest idea of how scared I am every night knowing that the scene will repay itself in my sleep. At least I'm not like you. I will do what you can't, for our father.”

He gazed at my thigh. “You have no idea of what you're saying.” Fury reverberated through his voice. He threw his gun away and paced around the living room.

“I know. Ray called me Black Fang. All of them were afraid of me. Why? Who the hell am I?”

“You are not ready for the truth, Sia. If you know what Black Fang means, you'll be hiding right now. Once Rosetta treats you, Lenox will drive you to your apartment. Go back to your life.”

“Living like a loser? Pretending this isn't my life, too?”

“I swear you don't want this kind of life, Sia. Dad despises the woman he made of you. Just pretend none of this ever happens. Since Ray is dead, more of his men will be prowling after you. Lenox and Milet will always be by your side to protect you.” He asserted. After that, he headed toward the stairs.

I rose from the couch, groaned softly, and gnawed my lower lip. “Martello. You know him, right? It wasn't them, it was him. Who the hell was him and why am I just learning about him now?”

Without turning back, he pivoted his head over his shoulder, his eyes darkened. “When you hear his name, run. Run, Sia. He's a nightmare!”

To be continued ✍️👠🔞

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30/01/2025

SAVAGE HEART 🦋💯❤️
[Rose 🌹 and her red lips 👄]

WRITTEN BY Almah✍️

Mafia series 🔥💯💌💄👠⛓️ 🔞🔞🔞

WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED. PLEASE DON'T PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST 📔❌ TRUST ME, THE CONSEQUENCE WILL BE SEVERE.

Readers discretion is advised ✍️ This is a f*cking Dark Romance. You know what I mean? Read at your own risk.

🐾~🐾 01

‘This place isn't for someone like you, Milaya. You'll lose your fu***ng mind if you go inside.’ The warning echoed ominously in my mind.

I'd heard that statement many times from Pedro. Ten times tonight if I'd not lost counting, yet he couldn't kick me out of his Red house. Perhaps he was too afraid of what might happen if I reported him to my brother, Carlos. It wouldn't be a child’s play. Maybe he'd lose an eye or two for defying me. That would be a price to pay for defying the Mafia overlord's sister.

My eyes scrutinized the fitting room, searching for his figure. There were many exhibitionists and st*****rs, both males and females in the room. Their bodies were barely covered with the leather lingeries they were wearing.

If not because of the situation, I wouldn't have stepped a foot into the Red house knowing what being here would cost me—everything. This place was where you called hell. A sweet hunting ground. All dirty work was done at a place like this, mobsters, gangsters and serial killers prowled the Red house to hunt their prey. However, I'd come here willingly to get my revenge on those that killed my father. Every night I'd been plagued with the deadly nightmare of that event, it engulfed me into its darkness that I couldn't escape but I knew once I killed Ray, the nightmare would stop haunting me.

Soon Pedro entered, he clapped his hands to attract our attention. “Prance to the stage, now. The Party is about to begin!” He hollered in Russian.

Everyone began to depart the room. As I attempted to follow the last lady, he grabbed my hand forcibly and pinned me to the wall.

“You really don't want to do this, Sia.” He asserted, his voice laced with concern.

“I have to. I can't stop now that I already have a bloodstain on my hand. I have to finish what I started so the nightmare can also stop haunting me in my sleep.” I raised a hand to remove his grip around my wrists on the wall, then massaged them tenderly.

He wasn't looking entirely happy, he seemed to be worried about me but I didn't care. I knew I was walking into the land of the dead—hellhole. I might not come out alive or out but broken. “Stop this fu***ng nightmare, Sia. You killed three men that killed your father. That should be enough.”

“You said three men, there's another man left and I will kill him tonight. Have you forgotten what you taught me? Forgiveness is a sin.”

He whimpered with frustration, running hands on his face. “Carlos is going to kill me.”

“You won't die if you don't tell him I'm here. My brother must not know you let me in. Let's keep it a secret. I'm going inside now, I'll walk up to Ray and give him the best shot in his skull.”

“Good you know the risk. Once you fu***ng step inside there's not going back, Milaya. You won't make it out alive without killing Ray. It's either you kill or get killed, that's the rules of this place.” He cautioned, his voice went cold like ice.

I nodded. I wasn't ready to die but I needed to do it if I needed to survive. After looking at Pedro's face one last time, it might be the last time I'd ever see him. I tiptoed on my six inch heels, kissed him on the side cheek. “I’ll make sure not to stain your sacred floor with my blood.”

He didn't reply, so I sauntered close to the VIP stage to join other st*****rs. Each time I glimpsed over the VIP section, my eyes locked with his fiercest eyes.

An awful feeling was already tightening my inside as adrenaline pulsed through my veins. On a second thought, Ray wouldn't be easy like three other men I killed five days ago. Nevertheless I couldn't miss the opportunity after learning that he'd returned to the country. If not for the Red House, I would never get the chance to get close to his fingertip.

As the music began, I looked away from him, and then we emerged to the pole, soon my body undulating to the rhythm. I trailed a finger on my costume before gripping the pole behind my leg with the front hook, a shimmering ensemble of sequins and feathers lingerie, caught the glint as I wrapped myself around the pole with my knee on one side and my foot on the other. It created a sturdy base for my other foot to land on. With each movement, I seemed to embody the flow of the erotic music playing in the background. I ensured that my movements were fluid and expressive just like how I'd been taught.

Within a few minutes, I noticed the audience was transfixed, their eyes glued to my body as I spun and leaped across the poles. All of my sultry curves, alluring cleavages and red blonde hair were on display and I was glad it caught Ray's attention. His eyes were fixated on me. Just what I fu***ng want.

When I was certain I'd earned an approach, I walked away from the pole, stepped down from the stage and crawled toward him where he was sitting on a black leather couch. His striking appearance was full of mighty, roaring elegance yet intimidating. He was probably in his late thirties like Carlos.

“Where do you think you're going?” One of his men, armed with guns, stepped over, impeding my way.

I wasn't intimidated by his fierce figure.

“Step away.” Ray ordered.

At once, the man moved out of my way and I elegantly walked over to his seat, kneeled in-between his legs with my hand on his thigh. “What do you want?” The roughness of his voice sent a cold sensation down my body. Saliva foamed in my mouth and I gulped anxiously. I didn't need a fortune teller to tell me that I'd get a bullet in my skull if I gave a wrong answer.

“You!”

“Me?” He smirked insidiously, stretched forth his hand to my face, then suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled it backward forcibly. “Can you take all of me tonight?”

“With pleasure. Where do you like it? Down here or up here?” I tugged out my tongue before licking my upper lip seductively.

His hand was tightening against my hair. Ray groaned hoarsely. I lowered my gaze only to find out he already had an er****on. “This is dangerous. My c**k is as hard as steel.”

I tilted my head. “That sounds pleasant.” I whispered to his ear.

Ray leaned close to my face, he moved his face closed to my neck and sniffed my scent before licking my neck. “I can bury myself in you, Cupcake.”

It was the time. Slowly, I moved my hand underneath my lingerie to fetch my gun. Now that he was close was my chance, or I might never get the chance ever again. In a fraction of a moment I touched the part I hid my gun, I found out it was gone.

“Were you looking for this?” One of his men earlier raised my gun to a display. He smiled devilishly like a beast who just found its prey.

I attempted to retrieve a knife beneath the garter belt but someone hit my head with the gun from behind. I blacked out.

Some hours later, I could hear the echoes of their voice. I slowly opened my eyes, looked around the house as if lost. My hands were handcuffed and I was lying on the sand in a fu***ng warehouse. Ray's territory.

“Is the entrance secured?”

“Yes, boss. Jayce and his men are ready to make a kill if there's any trespass.”

“Good. Look who's finally awake.” Ray said from where he was sitting on a leather couch. “I have to be careful because of your bastard brother. Here we are, he can't find this place. It's been three hours.”

Fear pulsed through my blood, my heart throbbed terribly in my chest, I felt the pain. It was terrible. I never thought he'd be back up.

“There’s no party without a little drama. Let's talk over a drink, Black Fang.” He tossed me backward, leaning his back on the couch.

Black Fang? I remembered the three men I killed also called me by the same name but I didn't know what they meant. Perhaps it was because of my amnesia, I couldn't relate to most of the things I heard about me. Six months ago after I recovered from a coma from a car crash, the first person that introduced himself to me was Carlos and he told me that was all I needed to know. But two months later I started having nightmares about how our father was shot on the night of my birthday. The sight of his blood was deadly. The nightmare always left a deep scar on me each time I woke up.

Carlos already warned me to lay low but I could stay idle forever. Knowing the men that killed my father were alive, they didn't deserve to live either. ‘I’m not strong enough,’

I clenched my fist.“How did you find out it's me?”

“I’ve been keeping track of you ever since you killed Marx. I set up tonight and I'm glad you came here. I also have a little surprise for you. Bring it in, Fella.”

He fired off two armed shots into the air. Someone pressed the red alert button on the room. All his men looked dangerous. There were more than twenty. “I will kill you tonight.” I clenched my jaw.

“You’re capable of killing but not without your forgotten memory. You're a weakling now. I would have preferred a sweet torture but I know you're still dangerous than your look. I'll make it snappy. Bring it in.”

A lady brought champagne and two black glasses. She filled the glasses and extended one to me. With reluctance, I collected it but the sight of what I saw in the wineglass triggered me to drop the glass on the floor and it shattered. I gasped at the gruesome sight. Eyeballs!

My heart tightened in my chest, it was suffocating that I found it hard to breathe. “Pedro!”

He leaned over, stroked my chin with the back of his hand. “Bingo! What an expression on your face. Your last word, Sia!” Then he put a gun to my head.

To be continued ✍️⛓️🔞

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29/01/2025

SAVAGE HEART 🦋💯❤️
[Rose 🌹 and her red lips 👄]

WRITTEN BY Almah✍️

Mafia series 🔥💯💌💄👠⛓️ 🔞🔞🔞

WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED. PLEASE DON'T PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST 📔❌ TRUST ME, THE CONSEQUENCE WILL BE SEVERE.

Reader discretion is advised ✍️ This is a f*cking Dark Romance. You know what I mean? Read at your own risk.

🐾~🐾 blurb

Sia woke up from a coma after seven months, only to discover that she was the only sister of a Mafia overlord. Due to amnesia, she didn't recall all of her memories, but one thing she couldn't forget was how her father was murdered on her birthday by their enemies. This memory plagued her with nightmares every night, terrifying her.

Driven by the desire for revenge, she believed that avenging her father's death might free her from the darkness that engulfed her. Thus, she embarked on a quest for vengeance. However, she was unaware that the four men she killed were not the ones responsible for her father's murder; they were merely pawns. In the underworld, everyone knew the name of the true culprit, but no one knew what he looked like, making it extremely difficult for Sia to find someone who existed only by name.

One day, however, he appeared in her apartment like a ghost. He looked at her and said, "Aren't you looking for me? I'm here now, Little vermin.’

‘Who the hell are you?’

With a sly smirk lingering on his face, he answered. ‘I’m your sweet nightmare, Little vermin. I give both sweet and lethal nightmares your experience every night.’

To be continued ✍️⛓️🔞

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29/01/2025

Hi, buddies 👋❤️🦋
Is it too late to start a new story? Uploading the blurb soon... ✍️

So I don't know what to do about siants and sinner. I don't even remember the plot. It's been a while.
I'm thinking of posting one of my ongoing copyrighted novels here, if it's okay with y'all. It's a Mafia series, and I'll sincerely appreciate your engagement. Are you up for it? 🦋

Almah✍️🦋

01/01/2025

Happy New Year, Almahs!

May this year bring you everything you desire.

Joy that overflows, ✨
Love that surrounds,💓🦋
Success that abounds,💯
And memories that last a lifetime!♾️

Wishing you a bright, beautiful, and blessed New Year!

02/11/2024

SAINT AND SINNER 🔥🖤

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🖤THE KINGDOM OF RUIN‼️🖤🌹🔞

[Heart of a saint, the life of a sinner ⛓️ 🌚🔗🔞]

An original novel written by Almah✍️

THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER COPYRIGHT LAW. ANY UNAUTHORIZED DUPLICATION, SHARING OR PLAGIARISM MAY BE PUNISHED PERTAINING COPYRIGHT PROTECTION.🚫

💞◉⁠‿⁠◉💞 Chapter 06

ALORA: ‘How can the fury in his eyes make them beautiful yet dangerous? I've never seen a burning fire that sparks with rage whenever he's upset. Truly, he's a Devil.’ 🖤

“The first prophecy says ‘The lines of chaos arise shall the Kingdom fall into ruin. The birth of the mark shall bring them solace. And the second prophecy says ‘When the two come together chaos arises, only the one with the mark shall save the world’. Omaya has a revelation of the second prophecy recently. You were supposed to capture Morana and his brother alive, Dracula.” Said Lord Zenya, his authoritative tone sliced through the council hall like his sharp blade.

Everyone in the council gulped down anxiously, seeing anger conspicuous in his eyes, they dared not quiet or made a sound, rather watch until his mind became calm. Nevertheless, Lord Iason and Lord Dracula barely felt the tension in the hall. They were calm and composed like water.

“He pulled out his blade and aimed for my neck—I can not forgive that, Father.” Lord Dracula answered coldly.

“And you beheaded him right in front of his wife and his sister. He's a sinner, he's guilty of his accusations but you weren’t supposed to kill him. Unfortunately, Morana wasn't marked so you killed her family for nothing.”

“If she's not the one then why did the prophecy direct us to their household?” Lord Iason asked calmly, his curiosity piqued.

“What if the Mark isn't a female but a male? What if the one with the mark is Thor, the one my brother killed? Chaos.” Lord Hero pivoted his face in Lord Dracula’s direction, looking intently into his eyes and then repeated the word. ‘Chaos’.

“He was powerful but he was weak with his blade. Such a person can't save the world.”

“How can you be so sure, Dracula?” Lord Iason asked him boldly and directly.

“I’m certain that if he's the one Omaya will have another revelation that I vanquish the marked child. Also the prophecy isn't talking about one person. Two different people.” He corrected them knowingly.

“Killing him isn't necessary, Brother. You should learn to tender your temper before you ruin us all, You destroyer.” Lord Evander’s voice echoed with hatred. They were of the same age because both of them were born on the same day, Lord Hero was born three years after while Lord Seth was the last child of Lord Zenya.

“Silence!” Lord Zenya commanded. Instantly, the air in the hall was thicker with tension and terror. All of them remained silent, Lord Seth was trembling in his seat. He didn't want to attend the meeting but as part of the family, even if he was only sixteen years old, he had to be there.

Lord Evander and Lord Dracula exchanged an intimidating look, without uttering a word both of them could surmise what thought they bore in their minds.

“It appeared that the king wasn't entirely dissatisfied with what happened. We'll ensure it never happens again, Father. Forgive my brother, it won't happen again. Right, Dracula?” Lord Iason leveled him a gentle look, giving him a sign to back up his words with an assurance.

Lord Dracula understood his cheap gesture. He rose from his seat, placed his right hand on his chest and bowed a little. “Forgive me, Father.”

“You’re all dismissed. You stay back, Dracula. Let me have a word with you.”

All of them except Lord Dracula bowed to their father before exiting the hall. When they were left alone, Lord Zenya rose from his seat, waddled to the window, he closed it and veered around to look at him. “I heard your new surrogate is Thor's wife. The widow.”

“It happened like that.”

“Latona said she can bear you a child.” He said with concern embedded in his voice.

“I don't care about that, Father. Also she's a muggle. I'm only following your order, doing what you want without even knowing the reason.” Lord Dracula seethed surly.

“If anything is to happen to you in the future, perhaps you die during a war I won't mourn you. If you have a child as strong as you, I don't need to mourn you. You'll die eventually because they all want you dead. Before you die I want to name your child.”

“What if I don't want to?” He shot back, his piercing eyes gazing into his father's eyes.

“You must. I made a promise to your mother, I won't allow her generation to end with you. Your existence escalates the family legacy. Think about having your children that are stronger and powerful like you, our family will become invincible.”

“It makes me happy that I'm still useful to you, Father.” A sly smile spread across his face. Then bowed to him before he exited the hall. Although he knew he was merely a tool to their father but he made no progress of confronting him yet.

Outside Lord Iason was standing by the entrance, patiently waiting, perhaps for him. “You know he's using you, why aren't you fighting back? You know the kind of power you wheel. If you want to ruin the family in a blink of an eye, you can.”

“Are you always fond of eavesdropping?” ignoring what he said, he walked ahead while Lord Iason followed behind him. They were both cladded in their knight uniforms, walking down the hallway with elegance that seemed to be dripping from their bodies, swirling around them like auras.

“Forgive me, I was waiting for you but I couldn't help but listen to your conversation. Why do you always listen to our father?”

“Why are you talking to me now like we're close?” He questioned, his suspicion piqued.

“Aren’t we?” He shook his head negatively. “Well, as my half-brother, I adore you. For a reason, if anything happens to you this household will fall apart. Speaking about chaos, The barrier around the household…”

“That’s in your care.” He interrupted.

Lord Iason nodded. “It’s growing weak. I went to hunt with Seth two days ago and I found out some wolves were slipping in through the barrier. I heard from Pallas that some of our guards were torn apart by the wolves so I decided to examine the barrier. I found out it's growing weak.”

“Make the barrier stronger. Infused your power into the barrier.”

“I already did but a wolf escaped through it, it was supposed to be impossible. The wolf even survived a wolfbane. If they break into the household…I shouldn't be saying it. Father shouldn't know about this. My power is getting weak, you're the only one I'm telling. I need your help, Dracula.”

“When you stood up for me today, you did it for this?”

Being caught red handed, he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m desperate. I need your power. If you'll help me, I promise to return the favor someday.” He assured him.

“We can go now. Only for today.”

“Very well,”

Brought to you by Almah ✍️ (Almah’s library)

*

Alora moved the books on the shelves, her eyes scanned through their covers, reading out the ancient words imprinted on them. The one she was looking for was yet to be found, just about to step down from the ladder, Latona entered and shut with a thud.

Alora yelped, startled as she staggered on the ladder and fell onto the floor.

“What are you doing here? Are you planning to steal from me?”

“Oh, no. I'm looking for a book.” She explained in her defense.

Latona walked toward a chair, she placed a container in her hand down on the table beside the table. “What book? You can read?” Surprised, she asked.

“Yes, a little. A book about Werewolves.”

“You can't find them here, they're not real. They're mythical creatures and they've never been seen before.”

“But I saw…” Just about to correct her, she recalled the incident in the woods. Her mouth closed back, refraining from telling her what she saw. As much as she knew what she saw, she couldn't tell Latona or anyone in the household.

“Because I permit you to come here to relax doesn't mean you can touch anything in here without my permission. Focus on bearing his child, that's your only way of serving.”

A constant reminder from her had begun to infuriate Alora, she spared her face a look before grimacing at her. “I apologize for my intrusion.“ With that, she walked out of the room like a library. She was still piqued with curiosity. She thought she could learn about the wolf and her amulet but nothing seemed to be helping.

After working for Lady Freya, she was ordered to take a rest for the short time until she was called. Instead of returning to the servants residence, she made her way deep into the woods. When she reached the place where she encountered the wolf, she found the arrowed Lord Seth claimed to have shot the wolf with. She picked it, stared at the glittering head of the arrow, smeared with wolfbane.

“She said I should call her if I need her. Are they really cruel as everyone claimed?” She soliloquized, looking around the woods. “Lydia! Lydia! Wolf!” She called out several times, when there was no response she gave up and turned around to leave. After all, she was only allowed to walk around because of her privilege of being her ladyship's surrogate.

She had only taken a few steps farther when she felt something peculiar. Leaves rattled, the wind blowing violently as some sounds echoed with strange voices.

“You called for me, Alora.” The wolf appeared behind her…✍️