He was meant to die on the altar—naked, bound, sacrificed.
But instead, Arvin caught the eye of a monster in silk and fangs.

Now, he belongs to Prince Lester.
Not by choice. Not by vow. But by blood, contract, and the cruel twist of fate.

In the palace of knives and whispers, Arvin is paraded like a pet, touched like a prize, and watched like prey. But he isn’t meek. He isn’t obedient. If Lester wants a submissive, he’ll have to break him—and Arvin doesn’t break easy.

“Love me or hate me,” Lester murmurs, pressing him down, “either way, I’ll fuck you every night.”

But Arvin won’t be taken without a fight.
Not by a vampire. Not by a prince. Not by the devil himself.

This isn’t a romance. It’s a war of lust and dominance.
And in this castle, the one who kneels… might just survive.

🔞 Blood. Power. Pain.
Let the games begin.



The Vampire's Human Slave

CH114

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Elder Marrel pov
It’s the loud shouting and panicked screaming that wakes me.
Not the formal kind, not the political outrage that echoes through the halls when one of the high-born has their feelings bruised. No, this is real, ragged and shrill enough to rattle the ancient windows.
I sit up slowl...

Elder Marrel pov

It’s the loud shouting and panicked screaming that wakes me.

Not the formal kind, not the political outrage that echoes through the halls when one of the high-born has their feelings bruised. No, this is real, ragged and shrill enough to rattle the ancient windows.

I sit up slowl...

CH92