Their Queen

Prologue; til the end

Having the Four brothers chasing after me was exciting.. It was a nice high.. But I couldn’t run anymore.. Even for a vampire, I was reaching my limits.. I stopped for a second until I see a blur.. Of course they caught up to me.. I was thrilled slightly but annoyed, I know they felt my annoyance.. I bare their marks, their venom courses in me, I’m never alone anymore.. Four different bites, marking me as theirs as I had to mark them all.. I know where they are, sometimes their thoughts filter into my head.. Their emotions, oh boy are they pissed too..

“SHE’S RIGHT HERE!” Valentine roars and I sigh.. He’s the one that found me first.. He stops beside me and steps from the shadows, his dark brown hair ruffled from his running. He stands about seven feet tall evenly, just like his other brothers.. He has broad shoulders and despite him being a king he’s very muscular.. He stares down at me, his normally crystal blue eyes now burning red.. His eyebrows scrunched together as his full soft lips form a thin line. He slams his fist into the tree behind me and I hear the crack and the sound of it falling.. It’s like a silent cry to me, I whip around staring at the fallen tree.. I’m in tuned with my elements since I can wield them well.

“Why did you do that Valentine!?” I yell my question at him and his anger falters slightly as he realizes I’m actually hurt over his actions.

“Why did you run?” He asks, his deep voice seething but I can tell he’s trying to calm his anger but I feel it as if it were a fire near me, a dangerous fire.

“I can’t be what you want me to be.. None of you.. I can’t sit back and watch you kill innocent vampires! Or humans.. I get it, you rule with an iron fist.. It doesn’t mean I like it..” I whisper softly and he grabs my face and tilts my head back as he stares down at me.

“You’re a Queen. Of all points. You will obey everything and anything that comes out of our mouths. You’re our mate, you won’t be harmed, but your actions do have consequences Morgana.” He whispers and my heart trembles at his words. It’s the most softest threat I’ve ever heard him speak..

CHAPTER ONE; Getting Ready

I stand in my room.. I wear a velvet red dress that clings to my curvy figure.. My long massive golden curls fall down my back, I pin my hair slightly with a red rose clip, it keeps my hair out of my face and I paint my full pale pink lips with black matted lipsticks, I stare at the mirror looking back at my reflection, my dress slitted on the front to shape a V and exposes the inner parts of my cleavage, which I have a lot of since my breast are big.. My hips and butt nicely clinging to the dress as if it were a second layer of skin.. red heels to match the dress make me about five foot five. I’m usually five foot four and I have nice thick legs. I always appreciated my figure honestly, it’s nice to look at. My almond shaped green eyes framed by thick eyelashes and black eyeliner, I don’t really know how to do makeup but I do know the basics.

“MORGANA!!” My mothers shrill voice pulls me from my admiration and I sigh softly as I grab my black robe and I slip it on, my mother is a witch and my father a vampire, she’s managed to make an immortal serum that would give her the immortality of a vampire but won’t harm her magic.. Hence why me and my siblings are gifted. My mother is my fathers mate as she is his, they are one piece of a whole soul as they like to say.

“She’s coming dear, no need to yell at her.” My fathers calm deep voice speaks up from behind me as I’m walking down the stairs, I look back and I smile at him. My father and I resemble each other the most, he and I both have the matching green moss eyes, heart shaped faces, and we both have small button noses. My siblings carry my mothers traits more than anything, they have her raven black hair, brown eyes, and pale complexion. While my father and I are both blonde and look like the sun kissed us. We’re not dark but we do have a soft tan about our skin. Our golden locks clash with our skin complexion.

“You always make us late for things.” My mother speaks up and I sigh softly as she wears a black shin length dress that clings to her curvy figure, the only thing I got from her was her body and full lips. My sisters though got their figures from my fathers side, tall and model bodies, my mother and I both five foot four while my sisters tower us about five foot nine. Like I said, tall and graceful. My fathers about six foot nine almost seven feet tall.

“You make yourself late, and I don’t see Valerie here?” I tell her and she clicks her tongue, but my father kisses her forehead and she sighs softly.

“I’m here!” She speaks up as she walks to us, seventeen years old and she looks older, she has her normally black straight hair now bundled in loose curls, her thin lips painted in red, her brown eyes crammed by fake eyelashes and eyeliner, I stare at her as she wears a black dress that matches mine but in black.. She’s going to be furious.

“Alright let’s get a move on.” My father tells us and my mother nods as she grabs some powder from a little witch bowl she keeps above the chimney, where are we going? Today marks the Four kings birthday, they’re quadruples and they rule over each cardinal points.. Each brother has a different rumor about them.

King of the West rules with an iron fist and he’s very hard. King of the North just as cold as his point, King of the East has a harem of women, while King of the south is more easygoing and always throws parties whenever he can.. This year the party was extended to a lot of people to come and celebrate them, we can go. I sigh softly as I she throws the powder into the chimney and we all step through..

And a palace it is.. I hear the murmurs of people talking, I smell four different intoxication smells.. I close my eyes trying to identify them.. But I can’t, they’re entangling themselves with each other.

“Do you smell that?” I ask Valerie and she rolls her eyes as if I just said something stupid.

“I don’t smell anything Morgan.” She tells me and I roll my eyes, I remove my robe from my shoulders by unclamping the clasp and she gasps softly as she looks down at me.

“What?” I ask and she glares down at me with thin arched brows.

“You’re trying to embarrass me aren’t you?! You look perfectly like a s**t! Mom! Tell her the change!” She practically screams and I just walk away grabbing a glass of wine I know is mixed with blood.. I look around and I see them, humans, they’re naked while they dance, the women have little to no clothing, while the men just wear a cloth that covers them.. I see collars on their necks.. Slaves.. They dance or they.. Oh god.. Intimate positions.. I’ve heard of parties like these, this is considered entertainment and if a vampire likes how one of the humans move wether it be a man or a woman they’ll pay extra money to take them to the back and have their way with them.. One rule though, they mustn’t kill the human wether it be by drinking too much of their blood or being too rough during intercourse.

I watch the place though, there’s golden and silver lights along with decorations hanging from the ceilings making it glimmer.. The room only lit by the lights.. I walk into another room seeing it’s a red room.. A red room for vampires are.. An exclusive group room.. I see lots of things.. I turn to walk away before seeing a woman wearing a collar walk by me, she has heart pasties over her perky breast and a black thong, her collar has a chain that dangles between her breast and her orange hair pinned up onto her head. She wears light makeup, she has bite marks on her neck, cleavage, stomach and I’m sure her thighs.

“Are you lost my lady?” She asks in a sweet voice, I shake my head and I smile at her, she’s a little taller than me.

“No, I’m just exploring the rooms.” I tell her and she nods slightly and smiles at me. She walks away and I sigh softly. She’s petite… Pretty and petite. I watch her walk away and I sigh softly.. I can smell the perfect scent of honey and wilderness.. I close my eye inhaling the smell again until it hits me strong.. I’m not alone.. I move behind a marble pole and I see him and a woman.. She’s on her knees in front of him, the hallways are dark, his back to me.. His hair dark brown pushed back, he wears a golden cape and a black suit.. I stare at his broad shoulders then down to his smooth pale butt. His suits pants being pushed to his knees as his legs are parted for two reasons, he’s slightly crouched and holding his pants in place.. It smells like sèx.

“Enjoying the show?” Someone whispers and I close my eyes, I look like a damn pervert.. This man smells like fresh grass and the ocean.. It smells oddly good, I turn slightly.. Jesus he’s the King.. His eyes are a sky blue, his eyebrows are thick but neatly trimmed I know for a fact, his lips full and he has a sharp jawline and cheekbones.. He looks devilishly handsome.. He’s wearing a black suit but his cape is red with a golden band holding onto the vine clasp to keep it closed. He smiles at me revealing his small fangs and straight white teeth.. I close my eyes for a second as his scent engulfs me.

“I swear I was trying to give him the privacy.” I whisper and once I speak, he stands upright.. He’s taller than my dad.. He looks down at me then he crouched down pressing his nose into my neck.. Smelling me.. I close my eyes as he inhales my scent making me conscious.. What do I smell like? I know I sprayed on some rose perfume, did he smell awful?

“You smell so good..” he whispers softly as his lips brush against my skin causing me to shiver, his hand moves around my hip and he pulls me against him, it almost felt like I fit into him.. Like I was made for him.. My eyes widen.. No.. I can’t be..

“I-I have to go.” I whisper and even my whisper quivers, he knows the affects his touch must be having on me.. I think this is the Eastern King.. I’m not sure honestly but my stomach flutters because I feel like I know why I smell four different scents that smell so good.. I think I may be mated to the Kings.