dera_damsel

WARNING WARNING!! 
THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.
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Orpheus was once a young vampire, born into a family of vampires who turned him into a werewolf through the use of black magic. This transformation created a battle within him as vampires and werewolves because of a deep-seated enmity towards each other. Orpheus struggled with this duality for thousands of years and eventually learned to live with his newfound self. However, this transformation left him ruthless and cold, instilling fear in people who worked for him. Despite his fearsome reputation, there was one exception - Camilla Grande. 

Camilla was a young woman in her twenties who lost her parents in a devastating car accident when she was just eighteen. She had to give up her dreams of pursuing a degree and a career in dancing to start working. However, her lack of a degree made it difficult for her to find a job in a regular office. One day, while wandering the streets, she overheard someone talking about a luxurious mansion on the other side of town that needed a housekeeper. The previous staff who worked there either got fired or left on their own accord, and no one could tell a complete story about the mysteries of that house. 

Camilla was about to dismiss the thought, but when she heard the amount they were offering to pay, she decided to apply. Little did she know that her decision to work at that mansion would change her life forever.

Prophecy: rising of the first hybrid

Camilla felt Orpheus's hands on her thigh, though her body still ached from their night together. "Mmmph," she murmured, shifting away.

Orpheus, his breath warm against her skin, whispered, "What's wrong, my love?"

"I'm still sore from last night. Let's continue later," Camilla replied softly.

Orpheus's disappointment was evident; he was already aroused and eager. He sighed but nodded, lying back on the bed, his desire still simmering.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit house on the outskirts of town, a figure cloaked in mystery sat hunched over a cluttered workbench. The room was thick with the scents of old metals, smoke, and blood, the flickering candlelight casting ominous shadows on the walls.

Breaking the oppressive silence, a deep, enraged voice cut through the air. "I can't believe you failed!" the masked man roared, his voice dripping with fury. "One target! You were supposed to take him out and bring him to me. And you failed!"

Chapter Fifty-three: Masked man