Page 168 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

I needed Kyros in the same way I needed shelter, food, and air.Family, Iwantedwith every fibre of my being.

My eyes stung at his daughter bomb, and I really hoped his question wasn’t rhetorical.

I nodded. “I’m sure.”

The king stood again. I wrinkled my nose, my eyes flicking to Laurel. She was smirking.

Bitch.

I smiled at her though, and then the others.

“Thank you all for helping me,” I said softly.

Gina cocked her hip. Safina didn’t outwardly react. Vladymir winked, and Laurel’s smirk faded. King Julius arched a brow. And my mate…

He flooded my system with every ounce of love he carried for me.

“We drain and then fill,” King Julius growled, crouching again. I barely managed to avert my eyes in time.

Jesus!Give a girl some fucking warning.

Kyros smoothed my hair away from my neck, and my heartbeat thundered for all to hear. The other vampires bent over my limbs while Laurel curled over my stomach.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Focus on me, mate,Kyros whispered in my mind.

His eyes captured mine before he brushed his lips against my forehead.

Soothe Kyros.

Inhaling, I focused on the gentle tide and the sunshine again, blanketing him with it as he kissed the pulse in my neck.

“We’ll see each other soon, vixen,” Kyros murmured against my skin.

“I’ll be the one in a blood-splattered white nightgown,” I replied mildly.

Fangs sliced into my flesh.

Epilogue

“Open your eyes, my beauty.”

Through thick lashes, I gazed up at the other half of me.

“Such beautiful eyes,” Kyros whispered.

The transition left my skin flawless and glowing, my hair lighter and silky smooth, and my body was effortlessly toned and lithe. My topaz eye colour also remained, which made my mate ecstatic.

His prediction wasn’t wrong. At twenty-two years of age—or a six-month-old Vissimo—my power was strong. Stronger than Gina and Safina’s powers combined. Because I was made and not born a vampire, my powers wouldn’t ever mature and grow like theirs, but that was fine by me.

After six months, lapses in dialling down my strength and speed to human norms were still a regular occurrence—particularly when my mate’s body distracted me. He’d made it into a game that I had no objections playing.

I stretched, basking in his avid attention to my body. “I’m glad you think so.”

“I have a goddess for a mate,” he said, leaning to kiss the swell of my breast.

Because being a multi-billionaire wasn’t enough in life, my ties to Kyros technically made me a princess. Tommy said she’d make it her life’s work to prevent it going to my head, so I wasn’t too worried.

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