The Bestowed Mate

Of all the types of females parading the world, why did I have to have that one? I am no ordinary creature of no ordinary disposition. Just why her? I never asked for this and never would have. I went through this enough times ... I do not have it in me anymore.



"Mate..." whimpered Orien for the first time in so long, while both Vasilios and Tyrone manifested, but remained quiet. She is messing up everything I worked on- WE worked to put together... Just why again?



" Aziah?" upon hearing my name, I am out of my head. I look at my sire, the only one who is capable of seeing through me with a mere glance. "Which one?" he said, scanning the room. Damn it, he knew. "The one with glasses taking notes" I indicate and wait. He looks at her for a few seconds and tilts his head. " Do not do it" he says, looking back at me with an expression I do not understand. he then smiles at me and says, "She is different".