Alpha Vampire's Capture
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“Don’t scream,” he told me, his voice calm against my ear as his fangs slid into my throat.
“You belong to me now.”
I was supposed to die in that burning barn.
Instead, I became his.
Rahlan slaughtered everyone I ran with—effortlessly, almost bored—then dragged me from the shadows like I was nothing more than something he’d misplaced and decided to keep.
I should hate him.
He killed my friends.
He bound my hands, stripped me of every weapon, every ounce of pride, every illusion of control.
He drinks from me when he wants.
Starves me when it pleases him.
Drags me behind his horse like I’m just another piece of gear.
And yet—
When another vampire tried to take me, Rahlan tore him apart.
When the cold should have killed me, he wrapped me in his cloak and pulled me into his bedroll, his body heat the only thing keeping me alive.
He calls me slave.
But no one else is allowed to touch what’s his.
I’m still human.
Still trying to survive.
Still trying to get back to my brother in the south.
But every mile he drags me north…
Every night his mouth finds my throat…
Every time he looks at me like I’m something he owns—
I feel myself breaking.
Because the monster who destroyed my world
is becoming the only thing keeping me alive.
…and the most dangerous part?
I’m starting to want him to keep me.
“You belong to me now.”
I was supposed to die in that burning barn.
Instead, I became his.
Rahlan slaughtered everyone I ran with—effortlessly, almost bored—then dragged me from the shadows like I was nothing more than something he’d misplaced and decided to keep.
I should hate him.
He killed my friends.
He bound my hands, stripped me of every weapon, every ounce of pride, every illusion of control.
He drinks from me when he wants.
Starves me when it pleases him.
Drags me behind his horse like I’m just another piece of gear.
And yet—
When another vampire tried to take me, Rahlan tore him apart.
When the cold should have killed me, he wrapped me in his cloak and pulled me into his bedroll, his body heat the only thing keeping me alive.
He calls me slave.
But no one else is allowed to touch what’s his.
I’m still human.
Still trying to survive.
Still trying to get back to my brother in the south.
But every mile he drags me north…
Every night his mouth finds my throat…
Every time he looks at me like I’m something he owns—
I feel myself breaking.
Because the monster who destroyed my world
is becoming the only thing keeping me alive.
…and the most dangerous part?
I’m starting to want him to keep me.
















































