Forbidden

prologue

A/N: Welcome to Forbidden! Play the song Castle by the wonderful Halsey right now!! Enjoy 😁

•Lauren•

I wrinkled my nose. It reeks in here. I look around the city of Houston, my eyes landing on plenty of undercover werewolves. They bare their fangs at me, but one look tells them otherwise. I approach the massive building - the werewolf headquarters. I can't believe that I have to do this shit. But no, the newly crowned queen wants me to speak to her. Bullshit.

Camila wipes her finger under my lip, probably wiping away the tiny traces of blood that was left. Yes, we stopped for a small snack. Nothing major, just a pizza guy. I ran my tongue over my teeth, letting Camila fix my outfit.

I wore black heels and jeans, a white blouse unbuttoned around the cleavage area. I had a black leather jacket draped over my shoulder, and my hair was in a high bun. I reapplied my red lipstick, approaching the front desk. It took everything in me not to gag as I looked at the woman behind it.

"Hello," Roger says, knowing that he'll keep better composure than me. "We've come to see Normani."

"That's queen Normani," The woman growls. "To you."

"Where is she?" Camila snaps.

"Upstairs," The woman replies angrily. I fight back a curt response, following Roger to the elevator. I groaned.

"What's got your fangs in a twist?" He asks, his dark British accent filling the elevator.

"Why am I meeting with her again?" I ask.

"She invited you," Roger shrugs.

"I can't believe I'm eating dinner with a whore," I snarl. "I don't approve of this polygamous shit."

"It's not your decision," Roger sighs. "But please refrain from disrespecting her. This is her home."

"No guarantees," I say, exiting the elevator. Roger and Camila take up their places at my side, trailing back a little bit. I followed the escort that had been waiting for us, letting him lead us to the dining room.

It was grand, I'll give it that, but I wasn't used to seeing bright Victorian furniture. Of course, my mansion is Victorian style but the coloring is quite dark. What do you expect? I'm a vampire.

The table is silent when we arrive, and Normani eyes me from across the room. I'm not going to lie, she's gorgeous. But she's a werewolf. There's a throne at my end of the table, which I so graciously take a seat in. I kick my legs over the arm rest, making myself comfortable. I give everyone a smug but challenging look, holding my wine glass out for the servant. He trembled slightly, the wine spilling over the side of the glass. I chuckled and smiled, my fangs appearing.

"I don't bite," I say as the boy comes slightly closer. I eye his neck a little before letting him continue to pour the wine into my glass. I hiss at him, startling the boy. I chuckle to myself, earning an amused look from Camila. Roger shakes his head, shooting me a look.

"Childish," The girl mutters.

"What was that?" I ask, smirking. "Mind speaking up, Normani?"

"That's queen Normani to you," A Polynesian girl states.

"She is not above me," I laugh.

"Oh?" Normani finally speaks up, her voice low and soft. "Are you saying that you are above me?"

"I only stated a fact," I mocked, swirling my glass around. "Who's to say that I implied that I am above you?"

"You're right," Normani cocks her head. "But I'd advise you to hold your tongue, Jauregui." I smirk. A glass of water is placed down in front of me. I furrowed my eyebrows, pushing it away. It already smells of holy water.