His One And Only Mate
Chapter 1
Your Innocent Author
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In the heart of the bustling New York City, where the neon lights danced and the shadows grew long, there was a man who stood apart.
His eyes, a piercing blue, reflected the cold moon above, a stark contrast to the warm glow that surrounded him.
He was not like the others who hurried through the streets, their laughter and conversations a distant murmur to his heightened senses.
Alaric Valemont / ML
Looks like it's going to rain.
Alaric murmured to himself, his eyes scanning the dark clouds that had rolled in over the city.
His long, black coat fluttered in the midnight breeze as he was resting on the edge of a skyscraper,
Alaric was a creature of the night, a being born centuries ago to a world now unrecognizable, yet he remained ever watchful, ever patient.
Suddenly a scent hit his nostril.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*eyes widened as his senses alert*
Alaric Valemont / ML
What was that?
Alaric Valemont / ML
I–Is that...
The scent was faint, but it was there, wafting through the concrete jungle like a phantom's whisper. A cocktail of jasmine and sweet human blood that could only belong to one person.
His heart, long dead, began to thump in his chest as the memories of her fiery spirit and gentle touch flooded his mind.
It was a scent he knew better than his own, a scent that had haunted his dreams and driven his waking moments for lifetimes untold.
The scent of her, the one he had lost so long ago.
He took to the skies, his form a silent blur as he followed the trail.
As he descended from his lofty perch, the scent grew closer and closer, each flap of his powerful legs propelling him through the air with such force that it was difficult to guess his age.
The scent led him to a quiet, unassuming apartment complex, its ivy-covered walls standing as a sentinel to the secrets within.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he looked at the apartment, his heartbeat quickened*
On the fourth floor, a balcony door was open, inviting in the cool night air inside.
Alaric landed lightly on the balcony, his eyes immediately drawn to the silhouette of a sleeping girl through the open glass door.
The curtains danced in the breeze, casting shadows on her pale skin. His nostrils flared, the scent confirming what his heart had already known.
She was here. Finally, after eight long centuries, the girl he had sworn to find was within his reach.
The girl's breathing was even, the gentle rise and fall of her chest the only sound that filled the space between them.
He stepped inside, The room was simple but cozy, filled with the trappings of a modern human life, a laptop, a few books, and a framed photograph of a smiling family.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*He took a deep breath, savoring the moment before he approached her*
Her hair fell in soft waves across her face, framing a face that was a perfect blend of innocence and strength.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*his hand trembled with excitement*
His trembling hand reached out to brush the hair from her face, his touch as gentle as the moonbeams that painted her features in silver.
Her skin was warm to the touch, a beacon in the cold embrace of the night. He could feel the pulse of her life force beneath his fingertips.
The girl stirred slightly, a flicker of consciousness crossing her features.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he paused, his breath held in his throat, watching as she settled back into her slumber*
For a moment, he just watched her, memorizing every detail as if he had never seen beauty before. Her full lips parted slightly with each breath.
The room was bathed in a soft moonlight that painted her features in a ghostly glow, and for a moment, he could almost believe she was the same fierce vampire he had lost so long ago.
The sight sent a jolt of electricity through his body. It was her, the one he had searched for, the one whose rebirth he had awaited with bated breath for over six centuries.
He leaned closer, the scent of her blood a tantalizing symphony that sang of life and love and loss.
He knelt beside her bed, his eyes tracing the line of her jaw to the gentle curve of her neck. His fangs grew painfully sharp, and he had to force himself to look away, lest he give in to his primal urges.
The promise he had made to her in their final moments together echoed in his mind.
Alaric / Vampire King
I will find you again, no matter how long it takes.
*sobbing and whimpering*
And now, here she was, reborn into a world that had changed so much in her absence.
Carefully, so as not to disturb her, Alaric reached out and gently brushed the hair from her face again. The warmth of her skin and the steady rhythm of her breathing brought him to peace he hadn't felt in centuries.
Her features were a mix of the familiar and the new, a blend of the woman he loved and the girl she had been when last they had parted.
The softness of her human form was a stark contrast to the warrior he remembered, but the essence of her soul remained unchanged.
He watched her sleep for what felt like an eternity, his mind racing with questions and fears.
Would she remember him? Could he protect her from the dangers that had taken her life before? And what of the one who had killed her?
The thought of their unresolved past sent a cold shiver down his spine, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the warmth of her presence.
The room was silent, save for the soft patter of rain that had begun to fall outside. The sound grew louder as the droplets grew larger, and the scent of the storm mingled with hers, creating an intoxicating symphony that filled his senses.
With a tremble, Alaric leaned in, his cold breath ghosting over her ear.
Alaric Valemont / ML
Finally, *he whispered* I found you, Lubirea mea (My love)
The corners of his mouth turned up in a sad smile. He knew he had to leave her, at least for now. He couldn't risk her being afraid of him when she awoke.
He stood up and looked at the room for one last time. Then suddenly his eyes fell on a I'd card.
Alaric Valemont / ML
Hazel...
*read her name on the I'd card*
Alaric Valemont / ML
*looked at her*
So now this is your name.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*sleeping peacefully*
Alaric Valemont / ML
*smiles softly*
Welcome back... Lubirea.
With one last, lingering look, Alaric vanished into the shadows of the room, his ancient powers allowing him to move with the stealth of the night itself.
The rain had grown heavier, the drops now hammering against the balcony doors like a drumroll announcing his departure.
The room felt emptier without his presence, as if a piece of the night had been torn away and left behind.
He's waited 600 years for her, and now she's finally here.
But the question is still there...
Who killed her centuries ago?
Is the killer still alive?
Your Innocent Author
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Chapter 2
The rain followed Alaric all the way back to the mansion.
It was hidden deep within the ancient forest, far from human eyes, the estate stood like a dark king overlooking his kingdom, Black stone walls rose toward the stormy sky while wrapper itself around centuries-old pillars.
The massive iron gates opened before Alaric's enter inside.
His coat whipped behind him as he crossed the courtyard and entered the mansion.
The mansion was illuminated by warm golden lights that glowed through massive windows. To humans, it would look like the home of an eccentric billionaire.
To the supernatural world, it was the residence of one of the most powerful vampires alive.
Alaric stepped inside. Without removing his coat, he strode into the grand hall.
Butler Lee
Master your coat—
Alaric Valemont / ML
Not Now.
The servants immediately bowed and hurried away.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*removed his wet coat and gave it to him*
Alaric removed his wet coat and walked toward the grand hall.
For the first time in centuries, there was something different about him. His normally unreadable face held an emotion nobody had seen in centuries.
Alaric Valemont / ML
Damien. Leora.
Alaric Valemont / ML
Gather everyone. Now.
His voice echoed through the mansion.
A few moments later footsteps approached.
The first to arrive was Damien Drakovich.
Tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly handsome, Damien carried the confidence of a man who knew every secret worth knowing.
His dark hair was pushed back casually, and amusement permanently lived in his silver eyes.
Officially, Damien was the owner of the most exclusive nightclub in the city.
Unofficially, the club served as neutral ground for vampires, witches, and other supernatural beings.
If there was gossip, a scandal, or a secret hidden anywhere in the country...
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
Someone better be dying, *he complained* Do you know what time it is? My club is packed.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
Well... *he drawled, grabbing a glass of whiskey* Either the world is ending or you've finally smiled.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*ignored him*
He stopped when he noticed Alaric's expression. The teasing smile disappeared.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
What happened?
Before Alaric could answer, another figure entered.
Unlike Damien's intimidating presence, Leora radiated warmth and power.
Long chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her emerald–green eyes glowed with ancient magic.
She was one of the strongest witches alive. Centuries ago she had been feared throughout magical circles.
Today she preferred a quieter life as the owner of a globally successful Ayurvedic medicine company.
But beneath her calm exterior remained enough power to level entire cities.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
What is it?
*she asked*
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*She folded her arms*
What's wrong?
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he looked at both of them*
For a moment, he simply stood there.
Six hundred years of searching.
Six hundred years of hope and disappointment.
Six hundred years of loneliness.
Alaric Valemont / ML
I found her.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*he blinked*
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*she froze*
Neither of them moved. Neither of them breathed.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
What?
*he nearly shouted*
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
No...
*she whispered*
Alaric Valemont / ML
*his lips curved into the smallest smile*
Yes.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*she gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth. Tears immediately filled her eyes*
No way...
Alaric Valemont / ML
*his voice softened*
I found her.
The words seemed impossible even as he said them.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
When?
Alaric Valemont / ML
Tonight.
The glass slipped from Damien's hand. Thankfully vampire reflexes caught it before it shattered.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
No.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*A grin slowly spread across his face*
No way.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he nodded*
It's her.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*she took a shaky step forward*
You're certain?
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he closed his eyes briefly*
I would recognize her soul anywhere.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*her eyes immediately filled with tears*
Oh my God.
Before Alaric could react, she threw herself at him. He barely managed to catch her.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
You found her!
*She hit his chest repeatedly*
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
You actually found her!
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
You stupid immortal idiot!
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
Do you know how long I've waited to hear those words?!
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he laughed, actually laughed*
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*his jaw nearly hit the floor*
That's illegal, *he muttered* I haven't seen you laugh from centuries.
Neither of them paid him any attention.
For centuries she had watched her best friend die over and over again.
She had watched Alaric search every corner of the world.
She had watched him become colder. Harder. Lonelier.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*she laughed through her tears*
That stubborn woman finally came back.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*he snorted*
Poor girl.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*she smacked his arm*
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
What?
*he shrugged*
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
Like imagine... waking up one day and discovering an 800-year-old vampire billionaire has been obsessively waiting for you for six hundred years.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he glared at him*
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*he raised his both hands*
I'm just saying.
For the first time in decades, genuine laughter filled the mansion.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*she immediately became serious again*
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
Okay, now tell me everything.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
How you find her.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*his expression softened*
I followed her scent...
He recounted every detail. The city. The apartment. The balcony. The moment he saw her sleeping. The way her hair fell across her face. The way his dead heart felt alive again.
By the end, even Damien looked emotional.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*rubbed his face*
Damn! You really found her.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he nodded*
I did.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
What does she look like?
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
Is she healthy?
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
Did she see you?
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
Does she remember anything?
Questions flew from Leora faster than arrows.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he chuckled*
No.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
No?
Alaric Valemont / ML
I didn't wake her.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*her eyebrows rose*
You willingly left?
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*he snorted*
Impossible.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
I know right.
*she agreed*
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he rolled his eyes*
I wasn't going to break into her apartment and introduce myself at three in the morning.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*he looked disappointed*
That would've been entertaining.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*she elbowed him hard*
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
Ow.
Alaric Valemont / ML
You deserved that.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*he rubbed his arm*
She's definitely back.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*his expression grew thoughtful*
She doesn't remember me.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*her smile softened*
Not yet.
The room fell quiet. Leora walked toward the large fireplace and stared into the dancing flames.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
I still remember her.
*she said quietly*
Alaric Valemont / ML
*he looked at her*
So do I.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*she smiled sadly*
She challenged me to a duel the first day we met.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*he burst out laughing*
That sounds exactly like her.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
She lost.
*she grinned*
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
Then she demanded a rematch.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*he laughed harder*
And?
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
I lost the second time.
The three of them shared a rare moment of warmth.
A ghost from another life.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
*she looked at Alaric*
What's her name now?
The question made him smile. A genuine smile. The kind that hadn't appeared on his face in centuries.
Alaric Valemont / ML
Hazel
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
Hazel...
She whispered the name softly. As though greeting an old friend.
Leora Drakovich / Damien Wife
Welcome back, Hazel.
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*smiles*
Damien Drakovich / ML's Bestfriend
*he crossed his arms*
So what now?
Alaric walked toward the massive window overlooking the dark forest. The rain continued to fall.
Far away, somewhere beyond the city lights, Hazel was sleeping.
Unaware that destiny had finally found her.
Unaware that an ancient vampire had spent centuries searching for her.
Unaware that two old friends were already celebrating her return.
Alaric stared into the darkness.
Alaric Valemont / ML
*His crimson eyes glowed softly*
Now, *he said quietly* I make sure nothing ever hurts her again.
Neither Damien nor Leora missed the dangerous promise in his voice. Whoever had taken her from him centuries ago...
Would not get a second chance.
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Chapter 3
The rain had stopped, and the early morning first rays of sunlight began to peek through the gap in the curtains.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*stirred in her sleep*
Ummh...
Everything was peaceful. Then the necklace resting against her chest began to glow.
A soft golden pulse thud against her skin.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
As if responding to something far away. Something ancient. Something that had finally awakened.
Suddenly— Hazel was no longer dreaming. Or at least it didn't feel like a dream.
In her dream she stood in the middle of a battlefield. Blood stained the ground beneath her feet. The metallic scent filled the air.
Screams echoed in the distance.
Her heart pounded. She turned.
Ancient stone castles rose against a crimson sky. Torches burned. War banners fluttered violently in the wind.
None of it should have been familiar. Yet somehow... It was.
A blur of movement caught her eye. A swirl of images and emotions engulfed her, like a kaleidoscope of memories that didn't belong to her.
A woman stood in the distance. Long dark hair. Golden eyes. Power rolled off her like a storm.
Hazel couldn't see her face clearly. Every time she tried, the image blurred.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*said in her dream*
“Who are you?”
*whispered*
The woman smiled sadly. Then vanished.
And then the dream shifted.
Darkness. Cold stone walls. Footsteps.
A pair of golden eyes appeared. Beautiful yet heartbreaking.
Hazel's chest tightened painfully.
Those eyes... Why did they feel familiar?
The figure stepped toward her. She tried desperately to see his face. But the shadows swallowed everything except those impossible golden eyes.
A voice. Soft. Gentle. Filled with centuries of longing.
Hazel froze. The name echoed through her soul. Not Hazel bht Siren.
Again. The voice sounded closer. As if it was trying to reach for her. Like searching the world just to find her.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*she was sleeping and tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes*
Tears unexpectedly burned her eyes. She reached toward him.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*in her dream*
"Who are you?"
The figure stretched out his hand.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*She tried to say his name*
She knew it. She knew she did. It sat right on the edge of her memory.
But every time she reached for it– It slipped away. Like smoke. Like a forgotten lifetime
Then suddenly she was running, her feet barely touching the ground, pursued by a shadow that loomed ever closer.
The panic grew until it was a living thing inside her, threatening to rip her apart.
"Siren... I will make you mine"
The shadow had eyes that burned with an unholy hunger, and she didn't know, but deep down her soul knew, that it was the one who had taken her life so cruelly.
The fear was so real, so palpable, that she could almost taste it. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she screamed, the sound echoing through the corridors of her mind.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*shaking her head in sleep*
No... Stop....
Hazel Bennett / FL
*her body drenched in cold sweat*
Hazel Bennett / FL
*she gasped awake and she shot upright in bed*
Her breathing was uneven. Her heart was hammering. Her chest hurt. As if she had lost someone. Again.
Hazel Bennett / FL
Again... These blurry dreams.
*she murmured to herself, her voice thick with sleep*
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. The dream had felt more like a memory than a nightmare, and it lingered in her mind like a persistent echo.
The details of the dream remained hazy, but the emotions were vivid: love, fear, and a promise made in the face of death.
The dreams had grown more intense over the past few months, each one leaving her with a heaviness in her chest that didn't dissipate with the dawn.
They were always the same— a shadowy figure with eyes that burned like stars, promising love and protection, only to be torn away by a rush of dark figures and the sound of her own screams.
Hazel Bennett / FL
I'm sure it's not just a dream.
*she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible*
Hazel Bennett / FL
But what does it mean?
Hazel Bennett / FL
What the hell...
*she muttered and ran a hand through her messy hair*
The necklace resting against her collarbone felt strangely warm.
It was an antique, a gift from her mother on her 18th birthday. It felt warm against her skin, as if it had been recently touched by another.
This necklace. It was as if she had lived this moment before, a déjà vu that sent a shiver down her spine.
The dream had felt so real, so intense, that it was hard to shake off the feeling that she was missing a piece of herself.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*She sighed heavily*
Okay. That's creepy. I seriously need therapy.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*She glanced at the clock*
Throwing the blanket aside, she climbed out of bed.
An hour later she was dressed and ready for work.
Her long dark hair and her sharp eyes reflected the stubborn determination that often got her into trouble.
Hazel wasn't the kind of woman who knew how to mind her own business.
She was an investigative journalist. A very successful one.
Unfortunately for everyone around her.
She was fearless. Independent. Sharp-tongued. Stubborn.
And possessed an almost supernatural talent for irritating powerful people.
Politicians hated her.
Corrupt businessmen feared her.
Criminals wished she would disappear.
Hazel considered all three categories a compliment.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*She headed downstairs*
Immediately the smell of breakfast hit her. Fresh pancakes. Coffee. Eggs. And homemade bread.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*Her stomach growled*
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
There she is!
*she announced dramatically*
Hazel Bennett / FL
*she rolled her eyes*
Good morning to you too, Grandma.
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
*she immediately pointed a fork at her*
You're late.
Hazel Bennett / FL
It's just eight in the morning.
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
Exactly.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*she dropped into her chair*
Across from her sat her father, Ethan Bennett. A successful architect with a calm personality.
Next to him sat her mother, Clara Bennett. A high school literature teacher who somehow still had enough patience to deal with Hazel's constant chaos.
Both adored their daughter. Probably more than was healthy.
Clara Bennett/ FL Mom
Morning, sweetheart.
*she said warmly*
Hazel Bennett / FL
*she kissed her mother's cheek*
Morning, Mom.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*then her father*
Morning, Dad.
Ethan Bennett / FL Dad
*he smiled*
Any plans to avoid danger today?
Ethan Bennett / FL Dad
*he sighed*
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
*she nodded proudly*
That's my granddaughter.
Ethan Bennett / FL Dad
Mom!
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
What? Fearlessness runs in the family.
Clara Bennett/ FL Mom
It absolutely does not.
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
It absolutely does.
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
Don't forget who your father was.
Hazel Bennett / FL
A military general.
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
Correct sweetheart.
*said proudly*
The family immediately began arguing. A normal morning. Yet despite the laughter around her...
Hazel couldn't stop thinking about the dream.
The voice.
The eyes.
The name.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*Her fingers unconsciously touched the necklace*
Clara Bennett/ FL Mom
*she noticed immediately*
The dreams again?
Hazel Bennett / FL
*shr paused*
Yeah.
Ethan Bennett / FL Dad
*He exchanged a glance with her mom*
The same dream?
*he asked*
Clara Bennett/ FL Mom
*nodded*
Hazel Bennett / FL
*she nodded*
Mostly.
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
What happened this time?
*asked*
Hazel Bennett / FL
*she hesitated*
Hazel hesitated. Normally she laughed them off. But today it felt different. Real.
Hazel Bennett / FL
It was weird... It felt real.
Hazel Bennett / FL
*She continued*
There was blood. Castles. Someone is calling me... *She frowned* Siren.
Hazel Bennett / FL
To be honest, It doesn't feel like a dream.
Clara Bennett/ FL Mom
Honey, you've been chasing dangerous stories for months. Your mind needs rest.
Ethan Bennett / FL Dad
Yes, Take a vacation.
Hazel Bennett / FL
Dad, criminals don't schedule corruption around my vacation plans.
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
Maybe stop investigating murderers for one week.
Hazel Bennett / FL
Grandma, that's literally my job.
Elizabeth Bennett/ FL Grandma
And yet you're still alive. Very disappointing.
*she joke casually*
Clara Bennett/ FL Mom
Mom!
Her Mom becomes concerned because Hazel isn't sleeping well.
Dad suggests stress from her investigative work.
Grandma says she watches too many crime documentaries.
Hazel gets annoyed because nobody understands why the dreams feel so real.
Ethan Bennett / FL Dad
Dreams are weird sometimes.
*he said quickly*
Clara Bennett/ FL Mom
Yeah.
*she agreed*
Hazel wasn't convinced. She looked down at her coffee while still thinking about it.
Hazel Bennett / FL
(It doesn't feel like a dream.)
For some reason... It felt like a memory.
A memory that didn't belong to her.
And somewhere far away, hidden behind centuries of darkness and secrets...
A pair of golden eyes waited for her to remember.
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