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E VA B R A N DT
First edition
I was born cursed—a woman both living and dead, torn between
two worlds and part of neither. My life’s goal has been to serve the
Eventide Blood Clan, fighting the shifters who dared to stand in our
way.
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Black.
Hunger
Wade
***
Rhiannon
“Please, Your Highness. Grant me the honor of your bite. Take mercy
on your loyal servant and let me provide you with your meal.”
Seated on a comfortable chair behind my desk, I watched the
human in front of me in disgust. “Be silent, sheep. When I need your
service, I will ask for it.”
The creature whimpered and cowered away from me. He was
male, in his twenties, and looking at me in a mix of terror and lust.
The idea of touching him made my skin crawl.
I was tempted to lash out at him and silence him permanently,
but he didn’t belong to me, and I’d never hear the end of it from my
brother Cletus if I killed his blood slave. Besides, as much as I hated
to admit it, I did need the blood supply.
With a mental sigh, I ignored my food source and turned my
attention to more important matters. Nikolai had been watching the
exchange between me and my food source with interest, but he said
nothing about it. By now, he knew better than to discuss my dietary
habits.
“How have the guards adapted to the new rotation?” I asked
him.
“There have been no real complaints. Most people are grateful
we have more staff to secure the area. The new staff members are
adjusting nicely.”
Something in his tone alerted me to the fact that things weren’t
as great as he was trying to pretend. “Really? No one has any
problems with the way I do things.”
Nikolai fidgeted in discomfort. “No, Your Highness. Nothing too
important, Your Highness.”
His vague words irritated me as much as the presence of the
human. “Spit it out, Nikolai. I don’t have the patience to coax
information out of my own subordinates right now.”
When he still hesitated a little, I allowed my power to drift over
him. It was only a gentle touch, but I didn’t need to do more.
“Of course, Your Highness,” he said quickly. “It’s just… the new
werewolf. The prisoner. He’s been causing quite a fuss.”
My life as a vampire princess had long ago taught me the
benefits of hiding my emotions. It came in handy now, because
Nikolai’s reluctant report stirred an unwanted feeling deep inside me.
The new werewolf. Alpha Wade Hewitt. My Alpha.
No. Death help me, I couldn’t think this way. He wasn’t my
Alpha. He wasn’t anything to me—just a prisoner I’d captured, my
weapon to use against the shifters.
“Oh? In what way?” I asked Nikolai.
“He’s been refusing to eat. He has managed to shift despite the
chains and he’s howling a lot. It’s not that unusual, so we left it
alone at first. But yesterday evening, he attacked a guard.”
Alarm rushed through me at Nikolai’s words. “Yesterday
evening?” I repeated. “And why was I not informed?”
“I intervened before the incident could escalate and didn’t deem
it worthy of your attention.”
I was pretty sure things were a little more complicated than that.
I would have bet my magic that the guard involved had belonged to
Nikolai’s coven. He’d been trying to hide the whole thing, knowing
full well that I would get angry.
I had a good reason for it too. The only way he could have
stopped Wade was through the use of silver nitrate. I’d specified
that I still needed Wade and no one was supposed to touch him, but
apparently, my subordinates hadn’t understood that order.
I got up from my chair and walked around my desk, to Nikolai’s
side. Leaning into his space, I clutched his jaw in a tight grip. My
claws dug into his cold cheeks. “Don’t lie to me, Nikolai. I’ll give you
a free pass today, but if you slip up again, I’ll make you regret it.
You might end up sitting where that human is right now.”
Based on the way his eyes flared, that wasn’t much of a threat
for him. He liked the idea. If I had asked, he would have happily
knelt at my feet and given me head. He would have bared his throat
for me and allowed me to feed on him. But I didn’t ask, because he
wasn’t what I wanted.
Instead, I let go of him and licked my claws of the blood. “Or
maybe I’m dealing with this the wrong way. If your loyalty is to
another, maybe I should reassign you.”
Nikolai’s breath caught. “No, Your Highness. Please. It won’t
happen again. I promise. I beg your forgiveness.”
He dropped to his knees and bowed, shaking harder than the
human was. I pressed my boot to his head, forcing him even lower
down. He didn’t protest, completely at my mercy.
I watched him in silence, considering my approach. I didn’t
intend to dismiss Nikolai or anything like that. It would have been
stupid and petty. People who were truly loyal were next to non-
existent in vampire culture, since everyone had their own agenda
that often got in the way of orders. That was why I’d always made it
clear that I wouldn’t abide failure.
But this particular incident was complicated. Putting too much
emphasis on it would draw attention to Wade and my exact
connection to him. The last thing I wanted was for someone to look
too closely at what I was doing with my new captive Alpha.
Not that I intended to pursue my illicit relationship with Wade.
There was no relationship to pursue at all. But I had to make sure
my secret was safe, which meant I couldn’t show any kind of
protectiveness toward Wade.
“I will ask again. What happened?”
“My coven mate, Theodore Eland, went into the cell to bring the
wolf food. I’m not sure what happened from there. The creature
rejected it and Theodore was angered.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. Some vampires had no sense.
“He attempted to attack the wolf and it retaliated,” Nikolai
continued. “I stepped in before the creature could do permanent
damage.”
Theodore Eland was one of Cletus’s old guards and according to
his file, he had an excellent record. He’d fought in my sister Christa’s
older death squads before a debilitating injury had incapacitated him
too much to continue in that position. His grudge made him the
perfect choice for Eventide Shifter Prison—or so my brother had
thought. I was no longer so convinced.
I lifted my foot off Nikolai’s head. “I admit I’m disappointed,” I
said. “I expected better of you, Sir Albrecht.” He flinched at my use
of his title, but stayed silent. I kept talking. “But I’m not without
mercy. You made an error in judgment, but you are loyal. Get up.”
He did, although he kept his eyes lowered, understanding that he
was still in trouble. “I will speak with Eland privately and make sure
this doesn’t repeat itself,” I added. “Meanwhile, I want you to
transfer Wade Hewitt into Cell Block X. Cell 401. I do believe it’s time
for our new guest to find himself with another challenge on his
hands. Wouldn’t you agree?”
It wasn’t a question, so I didn’t wait for Nikolai to reply. “You’re
dismissed now. Report to me when you’re done.”
“Yes, Your Highness. May the Blood Clans be eternal.”
He brought his hand to his chest in a military salute and fled my
office. I was left alone with the still petrified human. Turning toward
him, I licked my lips. “Well, pet. It looks like it’s just the two of us
now. Come here.”
The human’s eyes glazed as soon as I spoke to him. He scuttled
to my side, panting and erect. Ignoring his visible arousal, I grabbed
him and tilted his head. As I buried my fangs into his throat, blood
exploded in my mouth, intoxicating, feeding the beast that always
lurked inside me.
The endorphins caused by my bite made the human come, which
in turn, added an extra hint of spice to his blood. And yet, when I
pulled away, I was dissatisfied.
It just wasn’t good enough. Wade’s blood had been different, so
much better, so addicting. I supposed I shouldn’t have been
surprised. Animal or not, Wade was a powerful Alpha, and that
strength flowed through his veins.
Alpha… My Alpha… Wade. Fucking hell.
No. Wade was nothing to me. He was not my lover, not my
Alpha, only a beast who had temporarily taken me by surprise. Soon,
I would prove it to him. I would make him suffer for what he’d done,
and maybe when that happened, I wouldn’t hunger for his blood
again.
No Weakness
Wade
Two days after I’d initiated my not so great plan of escape, Nikolai
entered my cell again. He looked paler than the last time I’d seen
him and was accompanied by two other vampire minions.
The duo cornered me and pinned me down, not that it was very
difficult. I wasn’t trying to put up much of a fight. My body had
adjusted to my extended period of fasting, but I was still weakened,
not at my best. I could only hope Nikolai’s visit wouldn’t make things
worse for me.
In the beginning, I didn’t feel very optimistic about my chances.
Nikolai produced a muzzle and as soon as he approached, I tried to
make my escape.
“Settle down, or I’ll use the silver nitrate again. It’s the poison or
the muzzle.”
His tone held a quiet, hidden fury, but he was giving me a choice
anyway. It wasn’t something he wanted to do. This was, again,
about Rhiannon.
It grated on me, but I allowed him to put the muzzle on me.
Whatever was going on, it was better to accept it, at least for now.
The vampires dragged me out of the cell and I kept the pace
with them as well as I could, since otherwise, the collar and chains
would have just dug deeper into my flesh. Besides, I was beginning
to see where this was going.
As I’d hoped, Nikolai led us out of the previous wing of the
prison, into a long, almost ominously quiet corridor. We had to go
through at least five security gates to reach the other side and there
were so many guards I lost count of them.
We also went up two flights of stairs and used an elevator twice
before we finally reached our destination. Unsurprisingly, it was a
different part of the prison.
This particular wing was nothing like the one where I’d been
before. It was no longer dark, but there were no windows either.
The illumination was all sterile and artificial. The closed off cells from
the previous wing were replaced by transparent cages. In each one,
I could see other prisoners, more shifters, just like me. As the
vampires passed, the inmates were all quiet, obviously not wanting
to draw attention to themselves.
“Welcome to your new home,” Nikolai said, “Cell Block X,
designed specifically for problematic prisoners.”
It was pretty much what I’d expected. They wouldn’t put me just
anywhere, even if they removed me from that awful pit. It looked
like all activity here was monitored. But then again, this was
Eventide Shifter Prison. It wouldn’t be that easy to leave.
We stopped in front of the last cell in the area. An electronic
marker displayed the number on top—401. There was already
another prisoner there.
“Get up, Rogers,” Nikolai ordered. “Hands against the wall.”
The man sneered at Nikolai, but obeyed. The door of the
transparent cell slid open and I was shoved inside.
Nikolai removed my muzzle and my chains, but left on the collar
and the cuffs. “Be advised that we won’t allow any more fighting.
One single incident and you’re back in the Tomb.”
Why did vampires always love throwing useless threats at me?
They’d already made it obvious that, from now on, my life would
forever rotate around potential punishment.
Well, whatever. I ignored his posturing, since I knew better than
to push my luck. Once I got out of here, he’d learn who the real
Alpha was.
My silence had the desired effect. Turning on his heel, Nikolai
left. The cell door slid closed behind him and the other two
vampires.
Once they were gone, I decided to look around a little more. The
cell was tiny, but it did have two cots, a wash basin and a small
toilet. There was next to no privacy, but the toilet was sealed off
with a transparent panel. I should have been grateful, since it meant
we wouldn’t have to smell our own urine and feces. Instead, I was
wary. If that panel existed, it wasn’t because the person who’d
designed the cell cared about our comfort.
I still needed to clean up a bit and eventually, I’d have to use the
toilet. I had to be careful. Great.
Shifting into my humanoid form, I padded to the wash basin and
ran the water. It was ice cold, but I didn’t flinch. As I rubbed the
grime and blood off my skin, I kept an eye on the spot I’d deemed
suspicious, as well as the other wolf present in the cell.
He was also an Alpha, which could prove to be problematic. Two
Alphas in a small enclosed space, over a long period of time, was a
recipe for disaster. I doubted my cell mate would be willing to defer
to me. This wasn’t a random match. Whoever had arranged for my
transfer—and my money was on Rhiannon—had picked this cell
specifically because it would cause me trouble.
It was unsurprising, and in a way, a relief. My feelings toward her
still confused me. This was an unpleasant, but welcome reminder of
my true position.
I was beneath her, and she’d only ever see me as an animal. She
lived to kill people like me. She might have begged for my cock and
for my blood, but at the end of the day, she hated me.
She was my enemy and I couldn’t forget that.
Shelving that thought for later, I focused on the toilet cubicle and
tried to see if there was any activity in the area while I moved
around it. There was nothing. Frowning, I finished washing and
dropped down onto the free cot.
As soon as I sat down, my cell mate finally decided to address
me. “You’re smarter than the last one,” he said in a raspy voice. “I’ll
regret having to eat you.”
It was a gruesome confession, but not one that scared me. I
tilted my head at him inquiringly. “Is that what you did to him?”
“Well, yes, but it was either him or me.”
“You realize I don’t particularly care about your reasons, right?” I
asked. “If you attack me, you’re dead.”
He laughed and stood up, his eyes taking on a savage glint.
“That’s what they all say. Don’t disappoint me now, fresh meat. I
don’t know where you’re from, and it doesn’t matter. Down here,
nobody cares about how much land your pack used to have. Nobody
will kiss your paws and call you Alpha. You’re just a slave and a
failure like the rest of us.”
“Believe what you like. But you’ve been here for too long,
carrion. I might be a captive, but that doesn’t mean I’m a failure.
And I’m definitely not frightened of you.”
He bared his fangs at me, but didn’t otherwise react. Maybe he
would have, had a vampire guard not approached and tapped the
cell with his blade. “Quiet down in there, Rogers, Hewitt. If you want
to fight, you’ll have plenty of time later. Don’t test me. You’re both
on thin ice.”
My cell mate snapped his mouth shut. The vampire clicked his
tongue, as if disappointed. “So obedient. What a shame. I was
looking forward to making you howl.”
Oh, I had no doubt. It looked like ninety-nine percent of the
people I’d met here were seriously sadistic.
Either way, the vampire’s words didn’t completely dissuade my
cell mate. As soon as the guard left, he spoke again. “Hewitt, huh?
You Hewitts have always been arrogant. It won’t help you here.”
It was true that my pack was well-known, but that had nothing
to do with arrogance. “So you keep saying. Shut your mouth,
Rogers. I have no use for people who don’t understand their own
limits. I’m not surprised you call yourself a failure, considering your
history.”
The Rogers pack had been among the first to be hunted down by
vampires. They had been fairly small, and the only thing that made
them famous was the fact that they’d fallen to Rhiannon, in one of
the first battles she’d led. It had been years ago, though. We’d all
thought the Rogers pack was extinct. It looked like we’d been
wrong.
“You know nothing, fresh meat,” my cell mate growled. “The
moment a vampire touches you, you’ll kneel and be bled dry.”
I didn’t tell him a vampire had already touched me and the
moments we’d spent together had been far more pleasurable than
what he suggested. Instead, I lay back on the cot and stared at the
ceiling.
There were cameras everywhere. Was Rhiannon watching this? If
so, I hoped she got a good look. I hoped it would remind her of the
way she’d surrendered to me.
Maybe Rogers was right and I was only a slave and a failure, but
that would change soon. And when that happened, when I escaped
this place, I’d make sure to even the score between me and the
beautiful warden of Eventide Shifter Prison.
***
Rhiannon
Wade
“So, you’re the new guy. I heard they brought you in the other day.”
I looked up from my disgusting meal and faced the cocky young
Alpha who’d approached me. Two other werewolves were with him,
flanking him like bodyguards. All the people in the mess hall—
vampires and shifters alike—were staring at us. “You look less
beaten up than I expected,” he added.
He was the third Alpha today and I was beginning to grow tired
of all the posturing. “What can I say? I heal quickly.”
“Do you really? I wonder how true that is.” The other Alpha
grinned, exposing sharp, yellowed fangs. It was a startling sight,
since werewolf fangs were usually pretty resilient to tooth damage.
Our fangs only stopped being white with old age, or because of a
very specific, disgusting diet.
I remembered what Rogers had told me the day before in the cell
and mentally sighed. Apparently, I had another guy who wanted to
eat me.
I ripped a piece of moldy bread and dipped it into the disgusting
sludge that masqueraded as a protein shake. “Did you want
anything?” I asked as I swallowed my food. “I’m kind of busy.”
“Busy fattening yourself up for the bloodsuckers?” The werewolf
sneered. “Do you really think you’ll be able to survive here?”
“Maybe, maybe not,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t know what will
happen. But I do know I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of
seeing me fight against my own kind.”
“They’ll do that anyway,” the young Alpha said with a huff. “You
might as well get used to it, fresh meat. You have no friends here.”
With that, he stalked away from me. I watched him go, not
particularly caring about his temper tantrum.
It hadn’t taken me long to realize that my plan to save my fellow
shifters wouldn’t be so easy to accomplish. Most of the people in Cell
Block X had been here a while and they had turned almost feral.
They’d never listen to me if I tried to stage an escape. Oh, they’d
run away if someone blew a hole in the walls, but they wouldn’t
actually do anything to organize that.
It should have been disheartening, but I took it as a challenge.
In the end, I couldn’t expect everything to go smoothly. And
besides, Cell Block X was only one part of the prison. Things were
likely different in other areas.
Unlike the Tomb—where I’d been placed when I’d first arrived—
the new cell block had a mess hall. So far, we hadn’t done much
beyond sitting in our cells and coming here, which I deemed
strange. Every other prison had some kind of occupation for its
captives, but maybe the Blood Clans didn’t need beasts to do their
work for them.
Either way, I felt antsy, and the hostile Alphas weren’t helping. So
when another shifter slid onto the bench in front of me and set his
tray down, my immediate response was to attack.
I came very close to doing just that, but the shifter must have
seen it coming, because he lifted his hands, pointing out he was
harmless. “Whoa, there, big guy. I don’t mean you any harm.”
“Is that a fact?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “Somehow, I
doubt it.”
“I couldn’t hurt you if I tried,” he replied. “I just want to sit down
here. May I?”
He was a small man, pale and unassuming, but that wasn’t what
made me agree. His polite demeanor struck me as unusual, and his
words didn’t carry the same threat and weight as those of a
werewolf. I tested him with my senses, seeking out the essence of
his beast. When I found it, I nodded. “Go ahead.”
“Thanks,” he replied. “I’m Les.”
“Wade. Pleasure to meet you.”
It really wasn’t, but whatever. It didn’t cost me anything to be
polite, and I could throw him a bone here. Besides, he interested
me.
I knew better than to underestimate him because of his species,
and just the fact that he was here meant that he was more than he
seemed. Like he had said, he sat down in front of me, and for a few
minutes, both of us focused on our meal. His sludge looked different
from mine, but that wasn’t surprising. Although we were both
primarily carnivores, his species often had a different diet.
I wondered how someone like him had survived in a place where
shifters ate each other on a regular basis, but I couldn’t find a way
to ask.
“You know, you shouldn’t antagonize the others so much,” he
said, finally breaking the silence.
It was the first time any of the other shifters had addressed me
with a degree of kindness. It irritated me, but I didn’t lash out at
him, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. “I’m not antagonizing
them,” I said. “I’m literally just sitting here, eating.”
“Your mere presence is a challenge and you know that,” he
replied, shooting me an unimpressed look.
I shrugged. “If they’re feeling insecure, that’s not my problem.
They should spend their time enforcing their control on their beast,
instead of posturing and lording their power over people they deem
weak.”
“I agree, but it’s a little hard to do that, when none of us seem to
have a future.”
“We’re not dead yet,” I pointed out. “That’s worth something.”
“Not really. Not here, not when a harvesting session is coming.”
I frowned in confusion. “Harvesting?”
Les’s eyes widened. “You mean… You don’t know? You haven’t
heard?”
“Heard what?”
“Oh, right. You’re new here.” Les let out a slow breath. “Listen,
usually, people in Cell Block X have tough jobs. I’m sure you were
assigned one when you were brought here. But we always stop
working before an official session of blood harvesting.”
My heart sank. Oh. Now I felt like an idiot. Vampire prison. Of
course something like this would happen.
“So that’s what the upstart from earlier meant when he
mentioned I was fattening myself up,” I mused.
Les grimaced. “Marrow’s not a great guy, but he’s not wrong to
be wary. When Prince Cletus was in charge of the prison, hundreds
of shifters died in the harvests. The vampires are usually more
careful in individual blood drinking sessions, but with this, it’s often
up to luck.”
“I make my own luck, Les,” I said, and focused on finishing my
meal, my mind already going over what he had told me.
The vampires were watching us carefully, so I couldn’t ask much
else. There was no way to stop this. That meant I had to make sure
my body was as prepared as possible for a potentially lethal process.
I could take a lot of damage and the silver poisoning was, for the
most part, gone. But I couldn’t be careless. I needed to survive.
After the meal was finished, we were ushered back into our cells.
Les vanished… somewhere, and I ended up with my unpleasant cell
mate again. Rogers sneered at me when we both sat down on our
respective cots. “I saw you talking with that faggot fox. What did he
want with you?”
“He just warned me about the harvesting,” I said, ignoring the
slur. “Why? Was he wrong?”
Rogers scoffed. “I didn’t say that. That bitch tends to cozy up to
everyone he sees as powerful. He had a nice tight ass for Prince
Cletus to fuck, so that helped him. Now that Cletus is gone, I
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