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

Blaze’s POV:

It all started with him.

Invading my space.

He wandered into the hallway no one dares use—the one shrouded in shadows, where the walls seem to breathe and the silence weighs heavy.

My space.

The only place where my demons quiet down, even if only for a moment.

And yet, he walked in.

A soft heartbeat. Steady. Unaware.

Foolish.

No one leaves that corridor alive.

Humans who stumble into my domain don’t walk out. They become nothing more than whispers in the dark, their blood seeping into the very walls that trap them.

But him?

He survived.

I should have killed him that night. I should have ripped him apart, drained him dry, erased every trace of his existence before his soul even had a chance to flee.

And yet, I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

Something was wrong.

My demons—those wretched, howling beasts that claw at the edges of my sanity—stilled.

Not out of fear. Not out of submission.

But because of him.

That soft, delicate heartbeat.

I approached, expecting nothing but another worthless prey—a fresh offering lured in by the false promise of education, of a better life.

Humans come here every day, thinking they’ve found paradise, blind to the horrors lurking beneath the surface.

This place is a hunting ground.

Their soon-to-be Hell.

We keep our secret well-guarded. Those who know the truth never leave.

Not until they’ve been broken.

Only then are they allowed one final visit home, just enough time to sever their ties—to convince their families they’re staying indefinitely, that life is perfect.

Then, all contact is cut.

A permanent disappearance, wrapped in a perfect lie.

And should anyone dare speak the truth—dare whisper the horrors of this place—they die.

Quickly. Silently.

Along with whoever they told.

Humans are gullible.

They believe in fairy tales, in myths, in the comfort of ignorance.

Even when the monsters stand right in front of them.

So why did he feel different?

Why, when I laid my eyes on him, did the rage dissipate for just a second?

Why, when I inhaled, did his scent crawl beneath my skin, seep into my bones, twist around my mind like a vice?

Why did I hesitate?

Why did I let him live?

You’d think the stupid, pretty boy would have a shred of sense. That after feeling the weight of my aura, after catching the whisper of danger in the air, he’d know to run.

But no.

Humans get dumber by the day.

Because instead of bowing his head, instead of tucking tail and scurrying off like every other insignificant prey—he sat down.

On my seat.

And refused to move.

I should have ripped him apart right then and there. Torn his throat open, let the blood pool around my feet like a beautiful, crimson offering.

But instead—I walked away.

I left the damn seat.

Because for the first time in centuries, something was wrong.

Something was crawling beneath my skin, coiling inside me like a parasite, twisting around my thoughts with a suffocating grip.

And as if that wasn’t infuriating enough—he didn’t just get under my skin.

He got under Reed’s too.

I never thought I’d live to see the day.

That filthy, mangy mutt had no interest in humans—never had. Unlike the rest of his kind, Reed never lowered himself to mixing with them.

Wolves were notorious for their insatiable appetites, their violent lust, their need to dominate. But not Reed.

He only touched his own kind.

Never a human. Never a man.

So you can imagine my surprise.

And my amusement.

When I saw the way he looked at him.

At first, it was disgust. But then it was something else.

And that something else repulsed him so much, he tried to choke the poor bastard to death.

I had no plans to interfere. If Reed wanted to snap his fragile little neck, so be it. The world had no use for another weakling.

But my demons—they screamed.

And for the first time in a long time, I listened.

I stepped in.

And the stupid brat chose that moment to run.

That should have been the end of it.

But it wasn’t.

Because later that night, I hunted him down.

I had to know.

Had to understand.

What was it about this insignificant, foolish, reckless human that sent my demons into a frenzy?

That made Reed—the Alpha’s heir, the one wolf who had never so much as blinked at a human—snap?

I’ve had my fair share of humans before.

Humans were delicious.

Soft.

So fragile.

But I never kept them. Never let them get too close.

I indulged in the occasional distraction.

A nice meal. A night of pleasure. A body to warm my bed before I discarded them like the fleeting playthings they were.

And always, always—women.

Because women were beautiful.

Women were the perfect allure.

So why—why—was I now questioning everything?

All because of him.

When he found out what I was, he panicked.

Ran.

Straight to the airport.

How did I know?

I have eyes everywhere.

And the moment he set foot outside of school, I sent the alert.

The human knew.

He was not allowed to leave.

But then—fate intervened.

And this was my favorite part.

Breaking humans after they find out about us.

Watching as the hope drains from their eyes. As the weight of inevitability crushes them.

That’s why I went to the airport.

To watch him break.

But the little fool had walked straight into Hell.

A rampage.

A rare, terrifying phenomenon when wolves and vampires set aside their hatred for one night—to hunt together.

To feed.

To violate.

To destroy.

And their target that night?

The airport.

I don’t know what would have happened to him if I hadn’t arrived.

But one thing was certain—

Vanessa wouldn’t have let him see the morning.

I did something I never thought I would.

I declared him mine.

Vanessa’s eyes widened in shock.

She knew me. Knew my habits.

I never kept pets.

To vampires, humans were food. Playthings. Entertainment at best. But pets? No. But it wasn’t completely unheard off.

We never got attached.

But that was the only way I could take the stupid, reckless human out of there alive.

So, I listened to my demons.

And I bit him.

The moment my fangs pierced flesh, the moment his blood hit my tongue—

I knew.

I was doomed.

Because it tasted like divinity. Like something forbidden. Addictive.

I drank, and with every drop, my demons purred.

I drank, and with every pulse of him heartbeat against my lips, I craved more.

I hadn’t just fed from him.

I had marked him.

Mine.

My pet.

And now, no vampire would dare touch him.

I had tainted him scent with mine.

It was something I never imagined doing. Something I should have never done.

But my demons had driven me to it.

To vampires, keeping a pet was rare. We thrived on variety. On the endless, exhilarating hunt.

Blood was blood. We didn’t fixate.

But this pretty boy?

He was different.

His blood—it quenched my demons’ thirst.

And not just barely.

Completely.

That never happened.

Most times, my demons demanded more. More.

They would drain a human dry, feast on their life until their body went limp in my arms.

But with him?

A few mouthfuls.

And they were satisfied.

I should have stopped.

I should have pulled away.

But him blood was divine.

Intoxicating.

And I wanted more.

More.

More—

Until the stupid mutt interfered.