PARANORMAL: Tamed By My Alpha Vampire (Vampire Billionaire Alpha Male Paranormal Romance) (BBW Multicultural Mail Order Bride Short Stories)

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Author: KELLY IRIS
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enter. He had a perfectly manicured haircut, a fine business suit, and a solid red tie.
    The wrinkles on his face and the cold ice behind his gaze told me he wasn’t my type, but he was far more inviting than most of the men I had known in my life. Still, he could work for them, I couldn’t let my guard down.
    He picked up the clipboard at the foot of my bed and looked it over.
    “Jane Doe, that’s not your name, is it Natalia?” he asked.
    My heart stopped. No one but my captors knew my name, he had to be one of them.
    “Please, don’t kill me! I’ll go back, I promise!” I shouted.
    The man raised one of his gloved hands and silenced me.
    “I don’t know who you’re running from, and frankly I don’t care. I represent a powerful businessman who specializes in mail-order brides from around the world. I have reviewed the current options with him and he believes you will make an excellent wife. If you come with me now, I can not only promise your immediate safety, but also a life of luxury. I don’t have much time, so you must decide now.”
    I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by “mail-order bride,” but if he wasn’t with my captors, he was a way out. By all accounts I should have been dead, so I wasn’t about to turn down a second chance.  
    “Yes, fine, I’ll come with you. When do we leave?”
    The businessman reached over to the bag with my clothes in it and threw it onto the bed. “We leave now. Get dressed.”

Chapter 3
     
    I could not stand the sight of myself during the initial days of the cycle. When the statue drained me, it reduced me to nothing. It was the closest to a true death that I could feel. I always came back as a creature with no certain form or shape. Until I fed on blood, I was nothing more than a grotesque creature made from flesh and with nothing but a long bony tube with which to feed.
    I could barely move. I usually spent my first nights in this broken and simple form beside the statue that had cursed me with this eternal existence. Soon, Richard would arrive with another wife to call my own. He was instructed never to enter the vault while I was in this form. Similarly, my new wife was to be blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back.
    The hunger for blood struck at me with a vengeful pain that emanated from my very soul. I had no form, no nerves, or body to harm. No, this was beyond a physical hunger, it was a spiritual and supernatural one. The door to the vault swung open, and though I could not hear it, I could feel the presence of a healthy young woman. I acted out of instinct. I was not gentle, but I was precise. The crude feeding tube that emerged from my shapeless form shot into the skin at the base of her neck.
    Blood flowed freely into me, and I felt myself coming back from the brink. Death, once again, was forced to watch as I drank the life of another and took my first uncertain steps back into my miserable and cursed life. She was terrified, I could taste it with every drop I took from her. That was normal, they were always scared at first.
    I pulled the tube back and retreated into the shadows behind the statue. Learning restraint was perhaps the most difficult part of my existence. When I tasted blood, all I wished was to drink until there was none left. It was a lust that couldn’t be satiated, but there were limits. I only took what I needed, and no more.
    Richard entered the room, I felt his presence next. He guided my new wife out. She was alive thanks to my restraint. As instructed, he left the door open so I could emerge when the time was right. We had done this countless time since he was first taken into my employment. One of my wives had been his mother. Before she died, she begged me to take care of her son. She was one of the few I truly loved, so I obliged.
    Richard spent his entire life working for me in one capacity or another. He was the only person I trusted in this world. As the blood of this new wife surged through me, I was given

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