Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 32

Stella

I didn't expect to see Evan here. I've spent the night with Raphael talking about his pack and the future. He isn't that bad, at least not criminal enough to die, but I'm glad Evan is here. Raphael was going to kiss me.

And I'm not ready for that kind of action.

Still, that doesn't mean I was Evan to murder Raphael.

Apart from the mate-bond, there is a second reason why the alpha can't die on me just yet...

"So you're saying that I'm your mate, but so is this loser?" Evan laughs, but the sound is dark. "Do you even know what Raphael has done? He isn't a good person, trust me."

"Oh, but you are?" Raphael sneers. "Please... You let Ashley's family keep Stella a prisoner for years. You're just as bad as me."

Evan's chest swells, and he glares down at the werewolf. "I hadn't met her back then, and I'm regretful of what I've done. The question is: have you even told Stella what your plans are, huh?"

I glance between them. "Hold on, what are you guys talking about? What plans?" I peer up at Raphael. His face is shrouded in shadows as he glowers at the taller vampire. "What does Evan mean?" Raphael averts his eyes to pretend whatever they are talking about isn't anything important. "We can talk about it later."

Evan takes a step forward. "Oh, that's just rich. Keep things away from your mate and watch what happens. You're such a f*****g-"

I step in between them and hug Evan. It looked like he was about to kill Raphael. Therefore, I'm attempting to calm him.

"That's enough fighting," I mumble. "Just relax..."

My cheek leans against Evan's broad chest. It's strange to me that Evan, a vampire, is bigger than the alpha behind me. I press my palm against his beating heart and feel absolutely tiny. It doesn't take long before Evan is hugging me.

No, not even a hug-it's an actual embrace.

I'm enveloped in his muscular arms and can feel his dense muscles flexing as he runs his calloused fingers up and down my back, comforting me. He smells so damn good.

Silently, I lean back to look up at him. His hand travels to my shoulders and my jawline, tracing my skin. It baffles me that a hug was all it took to make him put down the urge to kill. Instead, he delivers me feather-light touches. Soft. Addicting.

"Evan?"

"Mmm?"

"I had nothing to do with your capture."

He pauses, and I lean against him again. No matter how tight I hold him, I can't seem to get enough of Evan. I wrap my arms around him, inhale him, and hope he believes me. Evan doesn't say anything but strokes the top of my head, brushing through my hair before whispering. "I have to go."

I look up again. "But why?"

Evan glares at Raphael. "Because while that i***t is here playing house with you, his pack and his witch are busy plotting to murder my father. I can't stop it from happening, but I intend on giving him a burial. Keep them from waltzing away with his body parts." I step away from Evan, staring at Raphael.

I keep finding out disturbing facts about Raphael. He is such a master of secrets that it ain't even f*g funny!

"Is that true?" I demand. "Are your pack attacking the vampire mansion while you're here entertaining me?"

"Yes..."

I blink. "But why?"

Raphael meets my eyes. "The vampires will no longer be the rulers of the city of Lunaris. I will, and I intend on killing every last bloodsucker on this damn planet," he blinks at Evan. "Including him."

"W-wait, why would you do that?" I ask in disbelief. "I get that you wish to rule Lunaris-you're an alpha; it's natural for you to want power. But kill every vampire? Not all of them are bad!"

"Not all of them?" Raphael snorts. "Stella, you must be blind if you haven't watched the news lately. There are so many vampires attacking hospitals to steal blood. They murder people in alleys, and the humans think it's the work of thugs." "All vampires aren't-"

"Some vampires even kill children, anything to get their desperate hands on the blood. It doesn't matter to them who the victim is."

I pause, and experience shudders running up my spine. Raphael is right: most vampires are evil.

But maybe they just need a leader? Someone to teach them what is wrong and right. Or perhaps that's just wishful thinking?

"But..." I hesitate, wetting my lips. "You don't even have the pack numbers to take over Lunaris. There aren't enough werewolves to defeat the vampires living there."

Raphael laughs and crosses his arms over his chest. "Oh, but there soon will be. See, that's where my second plan comes into play. The one Evan knows about-we can talk about it later. But one thing is for certain: we have the right numbers." Evan growls. "We should just end him right now-"

I hold up my hand to stop Evan. I press it against his broad chest, meeting his eyes when he looks down.

"Evan, please don't kill Raphael. I understand he has done something wicked, but... There is a second reason I don't want him to die. It might be selfish of me, but please don't kill him." "Second reason?" Evan questions.

I gulp and feel my heart pound against my chest. I've spent a few hours with Raphael, and... I've gotten to know some exciting things.

It's time to reveal what it is.

"Raphael claims that he knows who my father is. And he is still very much alive, isn't that right, Raphael?"

Raphael smiles. "Yes, your father is a powerful werewolf, and I know where he resides. The man isn't a silver wolf like your mother, but he is capable, and if you let me live, I can take you to him." Understanding crosses Evan's features when I look at him. His eyes are still piercing blue, hinting at him not being too angry.

Still, my stomach won't stop turning.

It's a strange sensation. A new one I've never felt before, anticipation jostling in the pit of my stomach. I'm so afraid of Evan judging me and calling me stupid for wanting to find my father. "You want to find your family?" Evan asks.

I nod.

My knees feel wobbly. Weak. I can barely focus, bending my neck to weakly smile at Evan.

Does he hate me now?

I like Evan; I'm probably in love with him already. Enamored. Charmed by his rough edges and jagged lines. We are opposites, yet I'm drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and I hope he doesn't hate me.