Chapter 83

Maeve's POV I woke slowly, instantly aware that Oliver had been inside our house. I left my room and checked the main area, nothing was out of place. Still, I knew. In the kitchen, I grabbed a drink, already sick to death of these pathetic blood bags. We were only allowed to hunt animals, never humans. Never wolves. And as much as I hated to admit it, there was nothing like the rush of drinking from one of them. That was real pleasure. That was what I missed most about our old life. Their fear. The way they trembled as we fed. That high... nothing compares to it. But after what they did to the rest of our group, Reina and I would’ve been fools to admit we truly were like the rest of the group. Oliver and Darius had saved us, and we weren’t about to waste the opportunity. I had never seen vampires like them, so powerful, so disciplined. Being here, learning from them, was... enlightening. The moment I realized Oliver was royalty, I knew I wanted him. Mating with him would make me strong