Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 24

Stella

I wake up to my gurgling stomach and frown once I realize where I am: alpha Raphael's estate.

The night was spent dreaming about Evan. We were splashing in a lake, swimming and having fun. And after that kind of happy dream, it's a letdown to wake up here as a prisoner. I hate this place.

With a gloomy feeling in my heart, I put on some nice clothes Leonora left on a chair. They are my size-she probably used magic to measure me when I was sleeping.

I won't complain. The jeans suit me, and I've always wanted to have a cut leather jacket. I think it fits my red hair, which I brush while opening the door to my room.

I'm relieved that the barrier doesn't keep me locked inside the room any longer and head downstairs. I can smell the scent of fresh toast, and I don't think alpha Raphael will starve me. I slip into the kitchen and drag out a chair.

Alpha Raphael is sitting by the far end of the table, scrolling on his phone. He hands me a smile while Leonora serves him a plate of eggs, bacon, and baked goods.

"Here you go," Leonora says in an oddly sweet tone. I think she has a slight crush on the alpha who saved her life. "Enjoy your breakfast, master. I made everything from scratch." Raphael doesn't even look at her. He is far too busy focusing those green eyes on me.

It irks me that he is handsome.

"Thank you, Leonora."

Leonora smiles, happier than ever just to be acknowledged. She beams at her master for a long time before looking at me.

And then her demeanor changes faster than lightning.

Her mood immediately turns sour, and her eyes become unfriendly. The elf clearly doesn't like me.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Leonora hisses, unable to hide that she doesn't want me here.

"Leonora..." Raphael warns in a growl. "Speak in a friendlier tone to your future luna. Stella deserves your respect."

Leonora stares at Raphael in disbelief. Her lips are parted, and her eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. That perfect elf appearance suddenly makes her look like a fallen angel.

"Why should I respect your damn mate when she doesn't treat you like her alpha?! Stella didn't even bow before entering the kitchen! Neither did she say good morning! I don't care what you think, but that-" Leonora points at me with a shaking hand. "Girl does not deserve my respect! She lacks werewolf code and manners!"

Raphael sends a cold glare at his elf. His chest swells, and his hand clenches around his phone. For a moment, I worry he will hurt Leonora despite her being a woman.

But luckily, Raphael doesn't get up from his seat.

Instead, he roars at Leonora.

"Stella was raised by vampires-do you honestly think it's weird for her to lack werewolf code and manners? Besides, she doesn't have to bow to me as the future luna. I will be fine with that as long as she listens to me and give birth to future children." Leonora's eyes glisten with unshed tears. "Before Stella came along, you said I would give birth to your children."

"That was before we knew I had a mate. And no offense... But a legendary silver wolf will give me more powerful children than you ever could, Leonora. It's important to keep the alpha line strong."

Hurt flashes over Leonora's face, and then she runs away. I watch her leave through the way I came from and grimace. This is so freaking awkward. Am I supposed to say anything?

I'm not in love with Raphael. I barely know the guy, but Leonora is definitely in love with him to the point she wishes to have his children and... s**t, I just watched them argue.

I wet my lips and let my gaze travel to Raphael. He sighs and massages his eyelids with his digits.

"Don't mind the elf. Leonora and her kind are very emotional. I've cared for her since we were little, and she seems to have imprinted on me. It's not her fault. Even my family likes her, and Leonora thought we would marry each other until I discovered you're my mate."

There is a bitter taste in my mouth. Leonora might hate me, but I feel bad for her. She clearly loves Raphael.

"Maybe you should marry Leonora? She seems more okay with turning into a soulless woman who is only good for giving birth."

"Is that what you think of us?" Raphael asks. His eyes are looking me up and down. "My pack doesn't respect women, and our females are soulless machines with only the purpose of bearing children?"

I narrow my eyes. "You said women aren't allowed to fight, and our purpose is to give birth to puppies. So yes, I don't believe there is equality in your pack."

"You're right. Females and men are treated differently."

"See!"

"But no one has ever complained."

"Really?"

"Yes, nursing and caring for our young is usually what female werewolves do without questioning it."

I glare at him, and Raphael rolls his eyes.

"Anyway, I didn't decide how a werewolf pack is run-the elders and my ancestors did. And do you really think it's such a bad thing to be home and take care of children? Most women happily let the men fight and make their decisions." "I'm not most women," I glare daggers at him. "And even if there is nothing wrong with being a housewife, I don't want my future mate to make that decision for me."

"Wow, you must hate me-I can hear it in your tone."

"Hate is a strong word," I keep my eyes locked on his. The position of alpha doesn't frighten me. "I don't know you well enough for that."

"Then why do you keep pushing me away then? You're not even giving me a chance to get to know you."

"My main problem is that you just decide things without asking me. You're a total stranger to me, yet you've already dropped the bomb of wanting me to give birth to your pups." "Ah, so you want us to bond?"

"That's obviously how it goes in a relationship, but no, I don't want to get to know you because I'm not interested in you!"

Alpha Raphael slams the table before rising from his chair. I regret snapping at him the second he towers above me. Those green eyes are no longer patient but burning with inner rage.

"I'm trying to treat you kindly, Stella, but I'm about to lose my patience with how you're behaving. You're a spoiled brat even for having been raised as a servant. A wiser woman would be grateful that I had saved her from the vampires."

I know better than to speak and simply blink away tears when Raphael grabs my cheeks. He digs his finger into my face, forcing me to meet the smirk spreading over his lips.

"As the alpha, I take what I want and... Perhaps we have to share a bed for you to give up and yield? You look like the type of woman who needs to be properly f****d to listen to a man. And I would gladly f**k some manners into that mouth of yours." My eyes widen, and my heart slams against my ribcage. Raphael smirks and releases me.

"Eat whatever you may find inside the kitchen. I'm going to train with the warrior werewolves. Have a good day, Stella. Leonora might let you try some dresses later for the Spring Festival."

Raphael leaves the kitchen, and I catch my breath. Fear is circling inside my chest. The werewolves are supposed to be the good people, yet I'm not interested in sleeping with Raphael. I would rather die than have s*x with him.