Chapter 77. The Vampire King's Palace

I was in the vampire king’s palace.

“Claire, if there’s something I could do for you...”

Jonas’s lips trailed down my neck, his tongue circling on my smooth skin, while we were both lying on the soft, wide bed in his elegant room, fancier than Edison’s back in the pack manor.

There was no doubt that the vampires were hiding more treasure in this place than any werewolves had on this continent. That was why their kind posed a threat to all werewolves. Vampires were immortal. They possessed riches beyond anyone’s imagination, and they had been existing for hundreds, maybe thousands, of years.

Exhausted and drained by grief and anger last night, I couldn’t remember things when Jonas brought me to his palace. I couldn’t even remember what road we took to get here or the appearance of the halls and corridors as he carried me into his room.

My mind was so blank last night. The notion of not caring about what would happen to me anymore made me yearn for my dea