The slender figure of the newly-made immortal vampire in the person of Lillian straightened up, proudly straightening his shoulders.

Her body was naked, but she didn’t feel cold or hot, she was so comfortable, as if this body created a protective barrier for her from any external influence.

The door to the room creaked softly and her cold, stern gaze softened for a moment when Madeleine’s head appeared from behind the door.

Lillian clearly heard the convulsive agitation of her daughter’s heart, there was no need to explain that Madeleine was afraid of everything she saw. And although it was her personal desire to join her mother and give her any help, she still did not fully realize what kind of trouble she got into.

Madeleine, like her mother, was a storehouse of vanity and excessive self-esteem. Her sister’s death did not upset her at all, unlike how Lillian was heartbroken.

Madeleine was hurt by the fact that Raphael, on whom she laid her eyes, preferred another ... and who would have thought that it would be her own sister...

No...

She’s not her sister...

Rage boiled in her blood. She hated Thea with every fiber of her being and despised her.

Being the first-born daughter of Lillian, she had been accumulating anger at everyone for many years, and especially at Thea and Terrence.

Terence, although he was actually her half-brother, but he was younger than her, he had no right to the throne, but because of her mother’s insidious games, she had to shove her personal opinion deeper and come to terms with her position.

But was she resigned?

No.

She only temporarily extinguished her inner indignation in order to let it spill out at one moment.

Madeleine was no longer that innocent timid girl who was afraid to act openly, now she had a mother on her side who was powerful and would help in the realization of her revenge.

- I thought you might need some help. - Madeleine threw off her fear and stepped inside the room, meeting her mother’s burning scarlet eyes.

Her appearance has changed slightly, her facial features and body have become drier and sharper, her gaze has lost its former condescension, enveloping her with a chilling cold.

- I’m going to need new clothes. - Lillian replied, licking the blood from her fingers, not taking her eyes off her daughter. She couldn’t deny that she was annoyed by her daughter’s heartbeat, beating with fear.

- And a bath. Order the servants to prepare a bath for me. - She gave the order as if Madeleine herself was nothing more than a servant.

- I’ll do everything. - came the reply. – How do you feel?

She was wondering how the transformation went.

- It’s like being reborn. - her mother chuckled. – I feel an incredible influx of power, which literally boils in me. It’s wonderful.

She burst out laughing like a madwoman, causing Madeline’s nerve cells to shudder.

Sharp eyes saw literally the smallest details in the change of Madeleine’s face. The quivering corners of her eyes and lips, the nervous tightening of her lips into a thin thread and the darting gaze from side to side, along with the uncertain movements of her hands.

Did Madeleine expect her mother to suggest that she turn into a vampire?

And although Lillian madly loved each of her children, she became too greedy for power, which overlapped all other qualities of her personality. And doubts crept into her head that her daughter would be able to steal her down exactly the same way she once did with her own mother, convincing her to leave the post of supreme witch and settle in Raswell.

She didn’t like this feeling very much.

She waved her hand in the air, forcing Madeline to leave her alone.

In addition to the excessive strength she now possessed, her body was burning with an unbearable heat that required discharge. This was too much even compared to the fact that in her normal state she was sexually active.

But now this itching all over her body was driving her crazy and she couldn’t help but think of her beloved Christopher.

Grinning, she thought that he must be heartbroken and hated her for her carelessness and refusal to help, but she knew that Pegins was an outgoing cutie when she skillfully milked his cock. It was enough for him to forgive her everything.

Her hands slid down her naked body, reaching the sensitive pea between her legs and she gasped languidly at the touch.

She needed Christopher.

- Preston. - Lillian’s rather loud voice darted towards the other door, which led to the balcony. - Stop peeking. Come out.

The werewolf slowly left, pushing back the massive curtain that blocked the view to the balcony.

He stood there the entire time the ritual was going on in case his help was needed to subdue the witches or if something went wrong.

Preston looked at his mistress, whom he worshipped and whose greatness he dared not doubt, especially now, when her aura exuded unshakable strength and danger.

There were times when he was tormented by thoughts about giving up the idea with Lillian’s help, especially when Marcel began to dig under him. He was sitting on two chairs at the same time, but each of the chairs was covered with needles and it was uncomfortable and even dangerous to sit.

And yet, in the situation with Lillian, he was sure that choosing the right side could not be in the balance of Marcel.

There has been a struggle between Preston and Marcel since childhood over who will become the next Alpha. And although there were other contenders, they were absolutely no match for them.

But in the final competition, Marcel showed the best results, using a trick, forcing Preston to prostrate in front of him.

Seething with inner frustration and anger, he had to suppress his emotions, hiding them behind tightly clenched jaws, but he never forgot that if not for Marcel’s machinations, he could have been the next Alpha and brought the werewolves out of the shadows.

There were not many who shared his views on life, but enough to organize an insurgent detachment. For strong and brave werewolves, it was humiliating to hide in a snowy forest, as if they were in exile. Although they drove themselves into such conditions.

And he wanted to change that.

Even if it meant taking the witch’s side again.

What Preston could not know was that the witch whose side he decided to choose was the very witch who in the old days led to the death of most of his people.

Marcel deservedly held the post of Alpha, because in addition to strength, it was also necessary to have clear eyes and a sharp mind in order not to get into the situation in which Preston and his bunch of rebels now found themselves.

- Find Christopher Pegins for me. - Lillian drawled slowly, playfully shooting her eyes in the direction of the werewolf and biting her lower lip. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Preston swallowed nervously, the living object in his trousers became heavy and pulled the fabric of his trousers.

Lillian did not try to hide her nakedness in front of him and moreover, she was not shy, enjoying her body.

Her dark hair lay loose on her shoulders, rolling down her back, emphasizing the pale skin of her face, scarlet almond-shaped eyes, a thin nose and plump lips, accentuated by a dark shade of red.

The blood on her lips lay like lipstick.

While Preston looked longingly at his mistress, Lillian only grinned when she felt his rapid heartbeat.

Slowly, like a stalking panther, she approached him, stopping only a couple of inches away, so that their breath touched each other and mixed.

The eyes with a squint pulled mimic wrinkles. She bit the corner of her lower lip with her teeth, not holding back the burning flame in her gaze.

Preston couldn’t take his eyes off, as if he was hypnotized and remained in trembling anticipation, before Lillian’s hand descended on his excited groin and forcefully squeezed his penis through the thick fabric of his trousers.

Her eyebrows immediately shot up, and her lips stretched into the letter "O".

- What’s going on here? - She whispered, bending down and biting his ear cartilage until tiny droplets of blood seeped out, which she immediately licked off. - I didn’t think there would be anything here that could interest me.

The vampire blood in her veins made her even more sensitive, intensifying the already unbearable attraction.

And at that moment it didn’t matter who to use–King Adaman or an obedient werewolf with such a weighty manhood that it barely fit in her hand.

She couldn’t wait to look at him and she forcefully tore his trousers down, kneeling in front of him, causing the plaque on the belt to shatter into small parts.

Lillian’s face was opposite his combat-ready flesh and she seductively licked her lips, darting a glance up at the man who was in unbearable anticipation.

But Lillian’s strange look made him tense up. There was something evil and cold in that look that seeped through her lust. He tensed and the next second he was writhing in pain when the witch ran a sharp claw from the tip of his penis to the very base, squeezing his testicles with force.

No wounds received in battle had such a painful effect as an unexpected attack on his most sensitive and tender part of his body.

He howled and the fingers on his hands clenched into fists, trying to calm the pain.

- Maybe the pleasant is compatible with the useful? - She asked languidly and slowly ran her tongue over the tender flesh, licking off a drop of blood that rolled down to the base of his penis.