Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

Damien found himself comfortably nestled between his two mates, both of whom possessed an undeniable beauty that left him feeling incredibly fortunate. The anticipation for the day ahead was palpable, as the Cullen family, including Edward, who was once destined to be Kiki's mate before Damien claimed her, were scheduled to visit. The air was thick with excitement as Damien eagerly awaited their arrival.

Damien's lips curled into a mischievous smirk as his eyes caught sight of Edward's entrance into the grand Salvatore-Mikaelson manor. The elegant manor, adorned with opulent furnishings and intricate artwork, served as the backdrop for this unexpected encounter. Edward, accompanied by the distinguished couple Carlisle and Esme, exuded an air of sophistication as he stepped into the room.

With a swift motion, Damien gently pulled Keiko onto his lap, her presence adding to the allure of the moment. As Edward's presence filled the room, Damien's lips brushed against Keiko's delicate neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses in their wake. The atmosphere crackled with a tantalizing blend of anticipation and secrecy, as if the room itself held its breath, aware of the clandestine connection unfolding before its very eyes.

Edward's voice boomed through the room, filled with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Isabel, pray tell, why is your son engaging in such intimate activities with my dear friend?" His words reverberated off the walls, demanding an explanation.

Isabel couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before her. Her son, entangled in a passionate embrace with Keiko, sat comfortably on the couch. The room seemed to come alive with their affectionate display.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Isabel responded to Edward's outburst. "Oh, Edward, my dear, it appears that you have been outpaced in matters of the heart. Your mate has slipped through your fingers, too slow to claim what was rightfully yours." Her words dripped with playful sarcasm, as if she were relishing in the irony of the situation.

In the dimly lit room, Keiko's soft moans filled the air, her voice carrying the sweet melody of Damien's name. Each syllable rolled off her tongue, a whispered plea for his touch. The passion between them was palpable, as if the very air crackled with electricity. Meanwhile, Damien, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, couldn't help but smirk at Edward, a silent challenge passing between them.

"Oh, God, please stop!" Isabel exclaimed, her annoyance evident in her voice as she furrowed her brows.

Edward, with a deep growl resonating from his throat, confronted her, his eyes filled with anger. "Your half breed of a son, with his mixed blood, has shamelessly stolen my mate from me!" he accused, his voice laced with bitterness and resentment.

Isabel, her voice now cold and demanding, shot back at him, her eyes piercing through his very soul. "Edward, do not dare to growl at me! Show some respect!" she commanded, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade.

The entire Salvatore-Mikaelson coven, consisting of witches, vampires, and werewolves, stood frozen in place, their collective breaths held, as Edward, a member of a rival coven, brazenly began to disrespect their esteemed coven leader, Isabel. Despite her youthful appearance, Isabel possessed a lineage that commanded respect and reverence. As a descendant of both the powerful Salvatore and Mikaelson bloodlines, her supernatural heritage was undeniable. Furthermore, she bore the prestigious name of Volturi, a name synonymous with authority and dominance in the supernatural world. Thus, any act of disrespect towards Isabel was not merely a minor transgression, but a grave offense against the very essence of their coven's principles and values.

A low, guttural growl, filled with an unmistakable sense of menace, abruptly shattered the tranquility of the air. The members of the coven instinctively turned their heads towards the source of the sound, their bodies freezing in place as their eyes fell upon none other than the notorious Niklaus Mikaelson. His presence alone was enough to send shivers down their spines, but it was his unmistakably furious expression that truly struck fear into their hearts.

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