Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man

The silver-eyed vampire slowly turned to face Blaze.

The moment her eyes met his, I felt the temperature in the room drop.

The werewolves had already retreated, their violent frenzy momentarily forgotten. A few of them still growled low in their throats, licking blood off their fangs, their eyes flickering between Blaze and the vampires.

But this wasn’t their fight.

This was something else.

Something older.

Blaze’s face was blank, but there was something in his eyes—something sharp and dangerous. A silent warning.

The silver-eyed vampire let out a soft chuckle, rising gracefully to her feet. "Yours?" she repeated, amusement lacing her tone. "Since when do you keep pets, Blaze?"

I stiffened. Pet. That was the second time I’d been called that.

Blaze didn’t answer immediately. His gaze flicked to me for half a second, and I swore his jaw ticked. But his voice was smooth when he finally spoke.

"Since it became necessary."

The woman’s smile widened. "Oh? And what exactly makes this one so necessary?"

Blaze’s expression didn’t change, but the air shifted.

One second, the vampire was standing, looking smug and entertained.

The next, Blaze was directly in front of her, his hand wrapped around her throat.

I barely saw him move.

The other vampires tensed, their eyes flashing dangerously, but none of them intervened. The werewolves watched with barely concealed delight.

"Touch him again," Blaze said, his voice a deadly whisper, "and I’ll rip your fucking head off."

The vampire’s eyes widened. Not in fear. In shock.

Blaze tightened his grip. I saw the way her pale fingers twitched, like she wanted to reach for him, like she wanted to test how far she could push.

But then, slowly, she smiled.

"Interesting," she murmured, voice slightly strained.

Blaze didn’t let go.

The tension was unbearable.

I wanted to run, to disappear, to pretend I hadn’t seen anything—but there was nowhere to go. The vampires and werewolves were blocking every possible exit.

Blaze must have sensed my panic because, without even turning to look at me, he said, "Get up."

I hesitated.

The silver-eyed vampire chuckled. "See? Even your little pet doesn’t want to listen to you."

Blaze’s eyes flashed dangerously.

I didn’t wait for things to escalate further. I scrambled to my feet, pressing my back against the wall, my heart hammering.

Blaze finally let go of the vampire’s throat. She stepped back, rubbing her skin, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"You should keep a closer eye on him," she said, casting me a sideways glance. "This is a dangerous place for fragile little things."

Blaze said nothing.

But his hand shot out so fast I barely saw it, fingers gripping my wrist in an iron-like hold.

"We’re leaving."

And just like that, he yanked me forward.

I stumbled, barely managing to keep up as he dragged me through the airport. I could still feel their eyes on me—the vampires, the werewolves, the humans who had been too weak to run.

And I knew.

I was no longer invisible.

Whatever Blaze had just done—whatever claim he had just made—he had painted a target on my back.

And I had no idea why.

Or how much worse things were about to get.

The night outside the airport was quiet.

Not the peaceful kind of quiet—the wrong kind. The kind that made your skin prickle with unease, that made the darkness feel like it was watching.

Blaze’s grip on my wrist was unforgiving.

He didn’t say a word as he dragged me away from the airport, his fingers like iron shackles digging into my skin.

My breath came fast, my heart hammering from the terrifying scene I had just witnessed. The vampires, the werewolves, the broken humans. My stomach churned with nausea.

I had made a mistake.

A big one.

And Blaze was about to make sure I never made it again.

The moment we were deep enough into the dark, empty streets, he stopped.

Spun on his heels.

And slammed me into the nearest wall.

I gasped. The impact knocked the air from my lungs, my spine throbbing in protest.

Blaze’s face was inches from mine, his eyes black as death.

His fingers tightened around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. A silent threat.

"Where the fuck," he growled, voice low, menacing, "do you think you were going?"

I tried to speak. Failed.

Blaze leaned in, his lips barely an inch from my ear. "I told you, didn’t I?"

His breath was cold.

"You do not leave this place."

I swallowed hard, my throat bobbing against his grip. "I—"

His fingers flexed slightly, cutting off my words. "You belong to me."

The way he said it sent a sickening shiver down my spine.

His eyes flickered red.

"And pets that misbehave," he whispered, "need to be punished."

Before I could even react, before I could even process what was happening—

Blaze lunged.

His fangs pierced my neck.

I didn’t scream.

I couldn’t.

The pain was instant.

A sharp, vicious sting that sent my body into full-blown shock. It was nothing like a needle, nothing like a knife—it was something worse.

It felt like my veins were being pulled from my body.

Like something inside me was tearing.

I choked, my hands shooting up to push him away, but he was unmovable.

His body was pressed into mine, holding me still as his fangs sank deeper.

The world tilted.

I could feel it.

The blood leaving me.

Draining out, flowing into his mouth, disappearing into him like I was nothing but a vessel meant to be emptied.

A sick sound filled the air—the wet, hungry pull of him drinking.

My vision blurred.

I was going to die.

I knew it.

My hands trembled as I clawed at his chest, his arms, his shoulders—anywhere—but I was getting weaker.

The world was fading.

Falling away.

I could barely breathe, barely think—

Then suddenly—

A snarl.

A violent roar.

And Blaze was ripped away from me.

I collapsed.

My legs gave out, my back sliding down the wall until I hit the ground in a dazed, blood-stained mess.

My vision swam.

I blinked hard, tried to focus, tried to breathe.

And then I saw him.

Reed.

Standing in the middle of the darkened street.

His chest heaving.

His silver eyes glowing with a rage so raw, so animalistic that the sight of it made my skin crawl.

Blaze staggered slightly, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

But he wasn’t surprised.

If anything, he looked... amused.

"Interrupting something, mutt?" Blaze murmured, voice dripping with arrogance.

Reed’s entire body tensed.

He took a slow step forward, his movements too controlled, too dangerous.

His voice, when he spoke, was low.

Lethal.

"I should rip your fucking throat out."

Blaze smirked. "You could try."

They stared each other down.

Two predators.

Two monsters.

I barely had the strength to process what was happening.

The pain in my neck was pulsing, every beat of my heart sending a fresh wave of agony through my body.

I felt sick.

Dizzy.

Everything ached.

Reed’s eyes flicked toward me for half a second.

His expression darkened.

That single glance sent a different kind of fear through me.

Because if Blaze had been terrifying, Reed was something else entirely.

A storm.

A creature barely holding itself together.

A walking execution.

The air around them was charged.

I knew—I knew—that whatever was about to happen next...

Would be a bloodbath.