You Rejected Me. Remember?

Dinner time was full of happiness. After a lot of struggles, they were having a moment of peace and all the pack members wanted to enjoy it. The chef had prepared a variety of mouthwatering delicacies. From a wide range of meat and vegetables to different kinds of sweets. There was a lot of food to choose from and Monica wanted to try everything, however, she wasn’t used to eating a lot so she chose to have a piece of meat with some vegetables and decided that she would have dessert after her food.

What interested her the most was something that Celeste was holding. It was a new kind of packed drink – something Monica had never seen before. Wrinkling her forehead, she tilted her head, wondering what it could be. She squinted at the packet, trying to read what was written on it. However, the letters were too small, to be read from where she was seated. There were drinks prepared, so she wondered why Celeste was having something different.

Curious, Monica watched as Celeste poured some of it into an empty cup. Her lips parted when she realised what it was. It was dark, red b***d. Of course, Celeste was a vampire and it was natural for her to drink it. B***d was an important part of their diet and maybe she had brought those packets from the vampire kingdom.

Monica forced herself to look away, thinking that her stare might bother her. She didn’t want Celeste to feel awkward. She looked at the piece of meat on her plate and frowned. She wanted to focus on her food and finish eating, however, all she could think about was b***d.

Dark, red b***d…. It looked so good to her.

She blinked and shook her head a little. She couldn’t understand why she was interested in the scarlet coloured liquid. She never felt like that in the past. Frowning, she cut a piece of meat, trying to forget about the crimson liquid. However, she seemed to have lost her appetite. Not liking what was happening to her, she forced the chewed lump down her throat.

She didn’t feel fine. She was starting to feel sick. The metallic, yet sweet smell of b***d seemed to be conspicuous over the aroma of all the other food to her and it was slowly pulling into a trance.

This isn’t normal…. She thought.

Breathing heavily, she dropped her fork on the plate, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Is everything okay?” Cade worriedly asked her. His heart raced when she didn’t reply. She was sweating profusely, while her breathing had laboured. Clutching onto the sides of her seat as hard as she could, she tried her best to calm herself down.

“Asena…what is happening?” She tried to contact her wolf, however, it was useless. Asena was unreachable. Her hands trembled and her eyes wandered around in confusion.

What is happening to me? She thought as she felt herself being pulled deeper into a daze.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Mate isn’t fine. I can’t contact Asena,” Aspen alerted Cade and he felt his senses heighten. He sprung up from his seat and took Monica’s hand in his, trying to comfort her.

“Moni, what is it?” He desperately asked, however, she couldn’t reply.

She was overwhelmed. She had tried to contact her wolf, however, it was impossible. It felt as though Asena was blocked out of reach. There was a strange feeling in her mouth. A kind of irritation in her gums and teeth. But what concerned her the most was her interest in b***d.

Sweet b***d…. Her conscience told her.

Squeezing her eyes shut, “no!!!” She screamed.

“No! No!” She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off whatever was taking over her conscience. Yet, when she opened her eyes, all she could see was b***d. B***d everywhere. The food on the table, the walls, and the dining table was dripping with b***d. She involuntarily ran her tongue over her lips. They looked delicious.

Sweeeeeet……

There was a strange force that attracted her towards what she was seeing. She sniffed the air. Her mouth watered when the aroma of fresh b***d hit her nose.

“B***d…”

She whispered. Her throat felt as dry as the Sahara desert. She needed to quench the thirst and for that, she wanted….no needed b***d.

Celeste understood what was happening. She quickly covered the cup of b***d, and tightly closed the packet so that its aroma would stop bothering Monica.

“It’s her vampiric side,” she said, hurriedly standing from her seat and rushing towards her side.

“So? What should we do now? Aspen can’t contact Asena. I am getting worried now,” Cade was desperate to bring his mate back. There was no doubt that Monica wasn’t her true self at the moment.

“We can’t let her taste b***d right now. If we do, her feral side will take over and she won’t be able to control herself. Her feral vampire must be tamed. She must control it,” Celeste mumbled, holding Monica’s shoulders.

“Call her. Your mate bond might be able to bring her back,” Celeste told Cade. “Her wolf will be blocked. Usually, a vampiric trance will confuse the wolves. But both of you and your wolves have to fight against it. You must get stronger than the feral vampire and tame it. Then, her vampiric side will be an advantage for her,” Celeste explained. “But all of this is very new to us. She is the first werewolf who I know is turning….” She added as she held Monica’s shoulders, trying her best to keep her in place.

Cade shifted so that he was facing Monica. He wished that she would look into his eyes so that they could connect. However, her eyes wandered here and there.

“Monica….babe! Look at me!” He begged. But she didn’t pay attention to him.

“B***d…I need b***d,” she hissed under her breath.

“No. No, Moni…you need to look at me,” Cade pleaded.

Monica felt as though her head might burst. The continuous struggle between her wolf spirit and her new vampire was putting her soul into unrest. She grabbed the sides of her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Clutching fistfuls of hair, she growled in frustration. The continuous chant that repeated in her head was disturbing her to no end.

B***d …b***d ..b***d….

“Aaah!” She screamed and suddenly jerked up from her seat. Celeste and Cade were not expecting that and were taken by surprise. However, Cade was quick to step in front of her, preventing her from doing anything she shouldn’t.

“Moni, please….snap out of it!” He pleaded.

The rest of the pack leaders were now on their feet and on standby. They were warned that she might turn, however, none of them were expecting something like this.

“We must help Monica control it….” Celeste cried out. “Don’t let her escape. She will try to feed on a wild animal…or anything. She shouldn’t taste b***d in this state,” she warned.

Everyone heard the young vampire loud and clear. They surrounded her and watched her moves. Ava quickly formed a force field around them using magic while Amelia closed all the doors and windows.

Monica felt herself slowly drowning in a sea of confusion. Everything and everyone seemed alien to her. Her anger boiled as she looked around. She couldn’t recognise them and it infuriated her that they were blocking her path.

She snarled and hissed at them as a warning.

“Monica! Please, snap out of it!” A male among them stepped forward and held her arms.

Another male, a tall, athletic one with shoulder length hair aided him.

She let out a growl that resounded in the room. She didn’t fathom who they were, and she didn’t care. All she knew was, she needed to taste b***d. Her eyes landed on the man’s neck, who was holding her.

A smile curved her lips. Her fangs had elongated and now she was ready to attack.

Stupid! Offering himself to me. What an easy prey….. She thought.

Philip was too focused on holding the girl he saw as a little sister in place to notice her open her mouth, revealing her elongated fangs. However, Celeste was carefully watching her as she had anticipated it. Monica wasn’t in her right mind.

“Philip! Watch out!” She screamed and shoved her mate away just in time.

Shocked, Philip let go of Monica and stepped away. Thankfully Monica had not succeeded in biting him. Celeste’s forehead wrinkled as she glanced in between her mate and Monica. She breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw that Cade was holding her tightly in his arms.

Miles, Nolan and Castor rushed to help Cade and held her limbs, preventing her from running away.

Cade faced her and cupped her face, forcing her to make eye contact with him.

“Mate!” He whispered. “It’s me, Cade,” he said, desperately trying to make her recognise him