A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King and His Hybrid Bride

A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King and His Hybrid Bride

Chapters: 93
Updated: 08 Jan 2025
Author: The Guitarist
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Synopsis

A ruthless vampire king, a hidden hybrid, and a centuries-old secret ignite a forbidden love amidst a brewing war. Chained and rejected by my pack, I thought I was just an ordinary werewolf. But the Vampire King's rescue reveals my true nature and a shocking past. Now, as shifters and vampires clash, I must choose between my heritage and my destiny. Will I surrender to the King's dark desires, or forge my own path? In this world of ancient power struggles, one thing is certain: my blood will decide the fate of all.

Enemies To Lovers Forbidden Love Abandoned Betrayal Revenge Shapeshifter

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Chapter 1- Phia Pov. | A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King and His Hybrid Bride

Okay, I know I'm not supposed to feel like this—like I'm in heat or whatever—but I can't help it. Jason Nollan. The vampire king. He was hot. Big, bold letters, H.O.T.

Was I stupid for feeling this way? Probably.

I sighed, shifting my weight against the cold stone wall, my wrists still bound in shackles. The smirk never quite left my lips. Even in a situation like this, I found something to defy. My eyes landed on the worn copy of Homer that had somehow ended up on the floor, a reminder that my mind still clung to some semblance of normalcy. I could almost hear the ancient words whispering from the pages, though they felt worlds away from where I was now.

And there he was. The vampire king stalked toward me with a grace so predatory it was like he owned everything—the space, the air, even the very breath I struggled to inhale.

I was frozen. My gaze fixed on him, unable to look away, even though I knew it was dangerous. His presence was like a dark cloud, suffocating and absolute. But still, I couldn't escape the pull of his power. He was the most dangerous being I'd ever come face to face with—the king of all vampires. The one who controlled entire realms with a single thought. And here I was, just a lowly shewolf, caught in his orbit.

Was he here to kill me? Or was he here to save me? Neither option seemed all that appealing.

I blinked, trying to clear my head. My thoughts raced. Why me?

I didn't expect a rescue.

I was just a shadow in this world—a wolf girl with no real place to call home. No friends except Princess Diane, and Patrick—my supposed mate's brother.

My frown deepened as I watched the vampire king approach. What was I even doing here? Well, the answer was simple enough. The asshole—the son of the Alpha—had locked me away for not bowing to his demands. For not playing along with his little game. He was supposed to be my fated mate, but after I gave him my virginity and bonded with him, he turned around and proposed to Princess Victoria, daughter of the neighbouring pack.

Betrayed, I had lashed out, and for that? Jail. Starvation. Scorn from the guards.

The vampire king's frown deepened as if he'd somehow read my thoughts. Whatever he saw didn't please him.

I cursed inwardly. God, he was so damn hot.

I had read about vampires—hell, everyone knew the myths. Tall, breathtakingly beautiful, chiselled like gods. The stories didn't even begin to prepare me for the real thing. His bone structure was flawless, his skin pale, yet seemingly touched by moonlight. He moved with such fluidity, each step deliberate and graceful. His eyes—those eyes—twin pools of darkness that could trap you if you weren't careful. And his voice? A melody that could have pulled the moon from the sky.

“There you are, little wolf,” he murmured, his voice low and rich, filling the empty space between us. The scent of cloves, cinnamon, honey, and something vaguely like incense washed over me. I stiffened as he bent down, picking up Homer and handing it to me with a small, mocking bow. “Poetry, I presume?”

I nodded stiffly, not trusting my voice to respond. His clothes were immaculate—dark, tailored perfection, the kind of wealth that radiated power in subtle, undeniable waves.

He didn't need to boast. His very presence commanded authority. His body was a weapon—powerful, timeless. Every muscle, every movement, imbued with ancient strength. It was overwhelming, as though the very air around him shifted with his power.

Comparing him to Alpha Jehg—or his son, the asshole who had chained me here—was like comparing a wolf to a lion. Jehg might have been a formidable shifter, but he was nothing compared to the pure, primal intensity of the vampire standing before me. This vampire king wasn't just a monster; he was a force of nature.

And I couldn't help but envy that power. My own limitations stung as I watched him, realizing I could never hope to wield such strength.

This king wasn't just a vampire; he was an ancient creature of myth. He had walked through centuries like a shadow, and now he was here, standing in front of me. But why me? What was his purpose? Was he here to save me—or to claim me?

I swallowed, fear and curiosity tangling inside me. Was he here because of my secret? Please, please tell me he didn't know.

The uncertainty buzzed in the air, thick and oppressive.

I couldn't ignore him. Not now, not when every part of me screamed to pay attention. My knowledge of vampires had always been academic—studied in books, discussed in whispers. But now that I was face to face with one, all that information seemed useless.

The only vampire I'd ever spoken to before this had been Jess, a flirtatious lab worker in Paris. Pretty, blonde, with blue eyes and a laugh that could light up a room. But compared to the king standing before me, Jess had been a child—a pretty, harmless child.

This vampire was all man—well over six feet, lean but powerfully built, a model of graceful strength. His dark, tousled hair framed his sharp face. His gaze locked with mine—intense, unreadable, black as night but flashing with an almost unnatural intelligence.

And his smile? It was small, polite, and utterly predatory. His lips barely parted, but I knew—without a doubt—that beneath them lay fangs that could tear me apart with a flick of his wrist.

But he didn't move. Not yet. He just stood there, watching me with the kind of patience only a predator could possess.

My breath caught. Something was coming. I could feel it in the air.

And I couldn't decide if I was about to be saved—or devoured.

The mere thought of teeth—sharp, deadly teeth—sent a rush of adrenaline through my veins. My fingers tingled, and all I could think was: Get out of this cell. Now.

Yeah, if only my legs would cooperate.

Instead, I was frozen, shackled to the wall, my body stiff as a board.

Then his power hit me—an invisible wave that didn't hurt, but wanted to connect. My skin buzzed with static, as if his presence was a live wire sparking against me. Every part of me recognized what I was facing: a predator. My hybrid instincts woke up, a primal hunger that overpowered my fear. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so alive—so electrified.

Chapter 2- Phia Pov. | A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King and His Hybrid Bride

“Took you long enough, Mr. kind sir,” I purred, the words slipping from my lips with a teasing edge, but in reality, I'm trembling. “I mean, King…?” I squeaked it out before the words caught in the back of my throat, and I quieted the urge to run screaming toward the exit even though there was no exit from this formidable place.

He stepped over the dented iron door he'd effortlessly taken down, his movements assured and deliberate. There was a menacing energy that radiated from him, a palpable aura of danger that made it clear he was not to be trifled with. Anyone foolish enough to stand between him and me at that moment would likely find themselves torn apart, their fate sealed by his bare hands.

A formidable, furious expression settled on his face, and I couldn't help but hope it wouldn't become a permanent fixture for his own sake. That scowl of his could frighten away any woman who dared approach him, leaving him alone and unapproachable. And then where would that leave me? Stuck with a man whose fury was matched only by his undeniable allure.

“I was late,” he replied, his godic voice sharp as a blade, brittle like the first ice of winter. Each word was crisp and cold, cutting through the tension that hung in the air. His gaze shifted from my eyes to my throat.

Before I could even blink, he squatted down beside me instead of positioning himself directly in front of me, instinctively placing himself in a position that allowed for quick reactions without blocking any potential escape routes. I admired his street smarts, the way he assessed the situation, always prepared for whatever might come our way. But I wasn't quite ready to overlook the deep scowl still etched across his features.

So, with a playful flick, I pressed a button on his long trench coat, relishing the annoyance it would surely cause him. The soft click echoed in the quiet space, and I couldn't help but smile, a mischievous glint in my eyes. It was a small act of rebellion against the weight of the moment, a reminder that even in the face of danger, I wouldn't be intimidated.

As the silence stretched between us, I studied his expression, curious to see how long he could hold onto that scowl before cracking. It was a game, one I relished playing, and the stakes had never been higher. Would he let my lightheartedness in, or would he remain ensconced in his brooding demeanor? Either way, I was determined to keep the atmosphere charged, balancing on the fine line between tension and teasing, all while we waited for the storm to break.

“Um, you've broken my door,” I grumbled, fake irritation tingling my voice.

He shot me another piercing look; his eyes narrowed with a blend of annoyance and resolve. “It couldn't be avoided,” he replied curtly, as if the matter were as simple as that.

“The shifters are going to send you a bill for this,” I countered, crossing my arms defiantly, unwilling to let him off the hook so easily.

“They're also welcome to sue me, little one,” he retorted, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Fucking dogs,” he continued in an oddly accented voice. It was mostly Oxbridge but had a touch of softness that I couldn't place. His eyes, which never left my face, were not actually dark at all, I discovered, but dominated by dilated pupils bordered with a grey-green sliver of iris. Their pull was insistent, and I found myself unable to look away.

The vampire's mouth was moving again. “I have a team of the finest attorneys on the continent who are currently twiddling their thumbs. They'd be thrilled to jump back into action, assuming the dogs who locked you up can even find me to serve the court summons.”

“Good to know you've got everything figured out.”

“I've been preparing for this moment for a long time,” he said, his expression turning serious.

“You mean you've just been biding your time, waiting for me to get thrown in jail so you could swoop in and rescue me?” I shot back, half-teasing, half-curious about the truth behind his intentions.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't a lewd inspection, yet the air between us crackled with a palpable attraction, making it hard to ignore the magnetic energy that surrounded him. I felt an urge to breathe deeper, to absorb more of his presence, but I knew that would only leave me vulnerable to the power he exuded.

Jesus, this man could wet any girl's underwear without even touching them.

It felt almost unnatural, this overwhelming reaction I had to him; every part of me responded as if he were a force of nature. To stave off any unwanted consequences, I instinctively held my breath, focussing on the moment while trying to maintain a sense of control. The tension hung thick in the air, charged with unspoken words and complex emotions, and I was acutely aware that I was playing with fire. Would I manage to keep my composure, or would I succumb to the powerful allure he represented?

Either way, I'll be his meal.

“Good thing you aren't injured,” he muttered. “Or at least you've healed already.”

I grinned at him. “I appreciate your power of keen observation.”

I was stalling as I gathered my strength. It was an effort to even sit up straight, so I wasn't sure I'd be able to stand up and not bump my head into his hard chest and thus embarrass myself.

So, I pretended to admire his hard-edged, icy beauty. Well, it wasn't all pretending.

This male was just as I remembered in my erotic dream. Only in the flesh, he was even more alluring with a strong face that was definitely a ten. His deep sapphire eyes held an aeon of dark secrets, though they stared at me with displeasure. I didn't blame him, as I didn't smell that great after being left to rot here.

I'm not dead yet, so I'm not complaining though.

I frowned again as my gaze traced along his aristocratic nose to his sensual mouth that women must fantasise over, imagining what it could do to fulfil their wicked desires.

I studied him carefully.

Okay, hunger could do that to a shy girl. If I hadn't felt so weak, I'd have whistled to show my appreciation of such a specimen in front of me. But when he didn't drop his glower, I smirked at him in a lopsided way, knowing well that few men liked my type of smirk.

Alpha Jehg frowned upon my smirk and had told me more than a few times to wipe it off my face. Even my dear friend Patrick often suspected that I was up to no good when I had my signature grin.

“You're starving,” the vampire said, his anger evident in the throbbing of his temples.

“It's not my fault,” I replied. “But don't worry.” I flashed him a bright, reassuring smile; I needed him to stay on my side. “I used to look better. Just give me a couple of days and a good meal, and I'll be back to normal.”

“You're weak,” Jason, the vampire king, noted, studying me closely. “You can hardly stand.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “I can prove you wrong.” I insisted. “I was just giving you a moment to take it all in. But you can't keep staring at me in this cell. You came to rescue me, right? Why else would you be here? Let's get out of here.”

I attempted to stand, but dizziness hit me hard. I stumbled forward and bumped my forehead against the vampire's cheekbone.

Ouch!

But he caught me, holding me steady with a firm grip.

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