Heirs, 37

(POV: Scarllet)

I feel an indescribable anger as I remember being rejected once again. I dedicated years of my life to him, to his projects. I loved him for decades, and in one last completely unworthy gesture, I stood nearly naked in front of him. Still, he didn't want me. I feel extremely humiliated and doubly rejected. He didn't want my love, didn't want my body. But that's okay. I will finish what he started years ago, and I will see it through. Lina will pay dearly for stealing the love of the only man I ever loved in this life.

With hatred burning in my veins, I've decided that I will not only kill Lina painfully and slowly, but I will also enslave all the wolves. They will pay for eternity, you filthy breed!

Since Renata left on her mission, I've been turning humans into vampires to create a small army. I haven't had time to train them, but the supernatural strength and agility of my kind make a huge difference.

The newly created ones aren't good adversaries in hand-to-hand combat, but thanks to my psychic powers, I've given them a basic understanding of fighting. However, the enchantment lasts only a short while, and in forty-eight hours, they will return to their complete ignorance in combat. I walk to the window and see them in the small camp in front of my house.

"Are you all ready?" I ask when I sense Rick entering the room. He was the first human I transformed and has become my right-hand man. He's strong, smart, and very handsome.

"At your service, my goddess," he says, looking at me with desire. Rick has developed a kind of fanaticism for me, idolizing me and showing that he desires me as a woman. I confess it massages my ego. "You seem tense," he approaches, evaluating my face. "Allow me to help you relax," he requests with a seductively hoarse voice.

"In what way?" I question, and he smiles suggestively.

"Your servants are out there in the camp waiting for your orders. They won't notice if we take a little longer," he removes his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest with defined muscles, then quickly removes his belt and pants, revealing white boxer briefs highlighting his already erect member. I feel a tingling sensation between my legs. It's been so long since I've relieved myself. I used to do it a lot, with the help of my fingers, but that's been almost sixteen years.

"I'm not sure if I want to take long," I say without much conviction.

"It will be worth it," he asserts confidently, and with superhuman speed, he approaches me. I feel my back pressed against the wall, and he takes my mouth in a voracious and thirsty kiss.

In a matter of seconds, I feel my blouse being torn, and Rick presses me against the wall, his muscular chest against my exposed breasts.

I gasp in his mouth. He nibbles and sucks on my lips and tongue. I can't control the moan of satisfaction. I've never been kissed like this. It's delicious!

His kisses move down to my neck, and in response, I scratch his back. I feel my pants and panties being torn at the same time, and all the hairs on my body stand on end.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you, you fucking hottie! You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment," he says, looking at me with desire burning in his eyes.

"I can't wait to see," I challenge him, and he smiles into my neck, sending even more shivers down my spine.

Without another word, he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, and then he enters me, hard and strong. I gasp with the first thrust. It stings a bit, even though I'm wet; it's been many years since I've had a penis inside me.

We moan loudly as the sensation of our bodies joining overwhelms us. He's relentless in his thrusts, literally devouring me with eagerness, and I wonder why I didn't accept his advances before.

One of his hands leaves my buttocks and goes to my breast, squeezing it. I can't take it; I moan loudly.

"That's it, moan for me," he orders. For a moment, I allow myself to lose control and let myself be controlled, but only for this moment.

He starts to suck on my neck, driving me even crazier.

I start to think if Deniel would be a male like this, relentless in bed, and I confess I'm smiling just thinking about Deni here, devouring me instead of Rick.

The sounds of our bodies colliding fill the entire room, and I'm sure everyone else can hear. I don't care; I need to relieve myself.

After long minutes of being pounded hard, I'm regaining my composure, and I have to admit I'm more relaxed but still very anxious. I walk out, and all the newly created ones stand at attention, awaiting my commands. I smile broadly as I smell the scent of the spell I gave to Renata filling my nostrils, sending me into ecstasy. Finally, the time for that damn woman has come.

"Are you ready?" I shout.

"Yes!" I hear their unanimous response.

"Rick, go give this vial to everyone," I hand it to him. Inside the vial is a red liquid.

When I see him handing the last vial, keeping one for himself, I say:

"Drink," I order. With this potion, their scent will be camouflaged, and no one will notice our invasion. It will all be resolved in the dark and subtly. When they wake up, they will be my slaves, all of them. I'll show Deniel how it's done.

I patiently watch one by one drink the liquid and smile triumphantly.

"I'm coming, Lina," I say to myself.

(POV: Lina)

"I love you, and I love our pups too," Nicollas said as he lay down on the bed. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, my wolf," he continued, his face pressed against the bed.

At least, the smell of alcohol was no longer on his body. I knew he loved me and loved our children. I also knew he had been raised as someone superior, but I believed that living with me would teach him not to be prejudiced anymore.

Our son's happiness was the only thing that mattered, and it was above everything else. It wasn't pure lineage that should determine my son's mate. Lucia was an omega, well, until proven otherwise. And her mother was also an omega. But her father was an expelled alpha. So, whether he liked it or not, she carried half of the "blue blood" in her veins. Blood shouldn't determine whether she was suitable for my firstborn or not.

"I know, Nic," I caressed his face. "I love you too, but I love our son more."

"I promise not to interfere," he assured. "But understand it's not easy for me."

"For me, it's very easy and clear," I insisted. "If this girl is Luan's mate, nothing and no one will come between my son and his happiness," I said, looking.

"I love my son," he said, sounding offended. "I just wanted what was best for him."

"Love is what's best for him," I replied, losing patience.

"Don't be rude," he asked, putting his hands to his ears and grimacing in pain.

"I'll speak in any tone of voice I want," I said loudly, just to tease him, and he groaned.

"Let's go downstairs and I'll make you something to eat and give you some medicine for that damn hangover, you asshole," I said.

"Bring it here on the bed," he ordered.

"Never," I said firmly. "Not after that stunt you pulled. Where have you seen yourself stuffing your face just because your son is in love?"

"Loving an omega," he said in a disgusted voice. I sighed, frustrated. He wouldn't give up. I glared at him angrily. "I told you, I promise not to interfere," he raised his hands in surrender.

I stood up and, with slow movements, he stood up too. We walked together to the stairs. As we reached the end of it, we heard an extremely loud sound, and the door to the room crashed down, revealing the reason for all my suffering and anguish over the years. I felt a supernatural rage take over my body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was going to kill her!