Angellove69

Ziaani never asked to be part of this world. One moment, she was living an ordinary life, and the next, she was dragged into a realm where vampires and werewolves ruled the night. Caught in the middle of a war she doesn't understand, she finds herself imprisoned in a dark castle, claimed by none other than Queen Nikita-the ruthless ruler of the vampires, feared by many, respected by all.

But there's one thing Nikita never expected. Ziaani isn't just another prisoner-she's the Queen's fated mate.

Fierce, stubborn, and unwilling to bend, Ziaani fights tooth and nail to escape, but the castle becomes a battlefield of its own. As much as she hates Nikita, there's an undeniable pull between them, something raw and dangerous lurking beneath their clashes. Slowly, as Ziaani starts to trust the Queen, whispers of prophecy rise in the shadows-she is the Chosen One, destined to either unite or destroy an entire species.

Betrayed by the revelation, Ziaani questions everything. Was Nikita's love real, or just a means to control her fate? Conflicted and heartbroken, she runs-but the moment she steps beyond the castle walls, she is taken once more. This time, by King Silas' son, Prince David, a werewolf convinced that Ziaani is his mate. Trapped in enemy hands, she must fight for her freedom while longing for the vampire queen she left behind.

With war looming, a prophecy unraveling, and love caught in the crossfire, Ziaani must make a choice-one that will change the supernatural world forever.

Can love defy destiny, or will fate tear them apart?

War between the bloodlines

"Not right now," I muttered to myself as I walked through the palace halls.

"Sorry, my Queen," one of my helpers said, bowing slightly. "But you'll need to start preparing for tonight."

"Oh, shit." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I had almost forgotten—I was supposed to have dinner with my family tonight. Not just my family, but the members of my council as well, the vampires I considered family.

"Yes, my Queen," she said, watching me expectantly.

"Right, I'm going. Thank you." I turned to leave, but she spoke again.

"What about your visitor? Should we get her ready for dinner?"

I hesitated, my mind racing. Ziaani wasn't ready for this. She didn't know the truth yet, and she couldn't find out—not now. If the council started asking questions, things could get complicated.

After a moment, I nodded. "Yes, get her ready. Make sure she looks presentable."

"Yes, my Queen," she replied, bowing before heading toward the garden.

Once I reached my chambers, I sank onto my bed, rubbing my temples. How was I going to introduce Ziaani as the chosen one? As my mate?

A feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time crept into my chest—worry.

This dinner needed to go perfectly, but she wasn't ready. And if they told her the truth or started questioning her, everything could fall apart.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

My dad must be worried sick. Even if I do go home, he'll be disappointed I missed my last track race. Wait… was it last Friday? Or is it this Friday?

I had no idea how long I'd been here. Everything about this place was confusing.

Still lost in thought, I barely noticed someone approaching me.

"Sorry to disturb you, Luna, but I'm here to help you get ready for tonight."

I blinked at her. "Luna?" I repeated, confused.

She didn't respond—just looked at me like I was the one saying something weird.

"Wait… tonight? What's happening tonight?" My chest tightened with unease.

"The dinner. Our Queen didn't tell you about it?" she asked, still looking at me like I was supposed to know.

"She definitely didn't," I mumbled.

"Is there anything I can explain? Since you're confused—"

"How did you—" I started, but then it clicked. "Oh, right. Vampire hearing."

I exhaled sharply. "Okay, so what exactly is happening tonight? Why do I have to get ready? Isn't it just going to be me and the Queen?"

"No, Luna. The council is coming to celebrate your arrival. Everyone is eager to meet you… you being the chos—"

"Shouldn't you be in the kitchen?" the Queen's voice suddenly cut through the air, making the girl flinch.

She bowed immediately. "Yes, my Queen." Then, without another word, she scurried off.

I turned toward Queen Nikita as she walked up and sat beside me.

"I'm sure you're confused about the dinner," she said.

I scoffed, not looking at her. "That's not the only thing I'm confused about."

And for once, she didn't have a response.

CHAPTER ELEVEN