HUNTED-Chapter 406: Broken Fang (1)

Broken Fang had somehow turned into one of their local hangouts. Both because of the privacy from the media and none of the Vampire King’s men were stationed at the club. It was actually one of ONYX’s competitors and the Duke who owned the bar was one of the King’s more responsible subjects.

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Unlike other establishments, it could be run without any of the King’s spies. That made it the perfect location for two royals who needed to relieve themselves of stress without the watchful eyes of everyone. Here in Broken Fang, only a few knew who they were—or, more precisely, who Rhea was.

They steered clear of Rhea, not wishing to get involved with the ruthless King’s precious daughter, and she did the same in return. It was a win-win situation.

At Broken Fang, the trio didn’t reserve a VIP table and was on the fourth floor of the club. Each floor beside the basement floor featured chic bars, each with a unique colour theme and a dance floor. Although werewolves and other creatures were permitted entry to Broken Fang, it was predominantly a vampire bar.

On the fourth floor, the theme was dark wine red, with plush sofas arranged on a slightly raised platform to the side. The lights flashed between red and white, mist sprayed around them from the ceiling and the DJ booth, blurring their surroundings and casting shadows of others dancing.

In contrast, the basement floor was more like a feeding station for vampires. Those who wished to be fed on had to sign agreements stating their consent whilst entering the club.

Keira asked the bartender once if it was safe. A vampire’s bite is addictive, and some might also lose control. The barman smirked but proceeded to explain the bar’s rules and how the owner had figured out a system that enabled the safety of all patrons. Names of humans who consented were taken and given a tally mark every time they entered Broken Fang.

Their allowance was once a week, running up to four consecutive weeks, after which they were restricted for at least two weeks. Many opted to enter Broken Fang every other week to avoid the two-week restriction following a month of entry.

If a vampire was found taking too much blood, they were handed off to authorities immediately; whether that was the Hunters or the Vampire King’s authority, it depended on who arrived first. Most pleaded for the Hunters to come because they were merciful.

The girls danced, each holding the other’s hand, swaying their hips to the beat of the music.

"Thirsty!" Sora shouted over the music, slicing her hand across her throat, indicating to stop.

"Me too!" Keira shouted back, then looked to Rhea. She liked to wander off on their nights out.

Rhea rolled her eyes. "I’m coming too!"

Sora led the way through the throng of dancers, forming a connected chain with Keira holding onto her and Rhea holding onto Keira, weaving through the crowd in a single line. Amid the mist, the tightly packed bodies, and the dancing, the atmosphere had grown a bit sticky and heated.

Once they were at the bar, the girls leaned against it. Sora fanned herself; Keira tried to flag the bartender to them while Rhea leaned her back against the bar, eyes scanning the area, most likely for her pick of the night. Rhea preferred her vampire heritage to her werewolf one.

She never claimed this, but it had become obvious over the years from her actions, especially compared to her younger brother, who had Alpha genes.

The bartender bypassed others who had been waiting at the bar before the girls and stopped in front of Keira, leaning against it and revealing his sharp fangs with a broad, flirty grin. Girls beside Keira swooned which was exactly what he was hoping for, putting an end to their complaints about Keira and her friends being served first.

"My lady," he said charmingly. He, along with the owner of the bar was well aware of who Keira and Rhea were. Not once had they ratted them out.

"Three glasses of water, please," Keira ordered, grabbing one of the red serviettes piled on the side and dabbing it at her chest where droplets of sweat had begun to trickle down.

The barman pouted. "Water? The night is so young." His gaze then followed her actions almost hungrily.

"We have been drinking for a while," Sora answered in a clipped tone. "Please, I’m so thirsty."

"Aren’t we all?" Another charming voice, one familiar to Keira’s ears, answered as he smoothly slid in beside Keira.

Dressed in black slacks and a dark green button-down shirt that matched the green of his eyes, which were flecked with red specks, Adrian Sinclair was certainly sinful to look at. His golden locks, cropped short on the sides and left slightly longer on top, brushed along his forehead in gentle waves.

Those who had been swooning over the barman were now almost drooling over the vampire with his deadly good looks.

Sora’s eyes widened, and Rhea stopped scanning her prey as Adrian Sinclair, a powerful young vampire, greeted Keira as he always did—with a kiss to her knuckles. "Put their drinks on my tab, Don."

"How noble." Keira added, holding some cash out for ’Don’ to take. "I can buy them, though."

Kiera was mostly oblivious to Adrian’s charms, but she couldn’t deny how much she revelled under his attention. He was a hopeless flirt, and nobody else was significant to him in the room whenever he sought her out.

The cash remained in her hand and so she looked at Don expectantly. However, the barman didn’t take the cash, he was looking at the young Vampire Lord.

Adrian leaned closer, his breaths fanning the side of Keira’s neck as he whispered into her ear. "Can you not make this gentleman happy by accepting a drink?"

Keira’s gaze held his, a smirk tugging on her lips. "Since when have you ever been a gentleman?"

Adrian’s eyes twinkled in amusement. "Ouch, Cross. That hurts." He clutched at his chest like his heart really was in pain.

"Shh!" Keira placed her hand to his lips, fumbling slightly as she fell into him. "Don’t say that name!"

Adrian steadied her, his arm around her waist, the other brushing strands of her raven locks away from her face.

"I think you need to rest," he murmured, gaze lowering down Keira’s frame until her feet. "Those look painful."

Adrian lifted Keira an inch from the ground, easing the pain and swelling in her killer heels. She uncharacteristically whimpered, leaning into Adrian more. Sora and Rhea cast a glance at each other, trying and failing not to smile.

"You should take a seat with us."

"Us?" Keira narrowed her eyes on the guy, even while he began sauntering towards the raised platform where the VIP lounge was. Her feet throbbed from the weightlessness on the pads of her feet and the growing blisters on her heels.

Keira looked over her shoulder and sighed quietly as Rhea dragged Sora with her and carried the bottled water after Keira, determined to stay with her bestie.

"Of course, Sebastian and Celeste." Adrian nodded at the two who usually accompanied him and the free sofas across from them.

Adrian lowered onto the sofa, slyly allowing Keira to sit on his lap. She subtly glided off while Rhea sat beside Sebastian across from them, smiling flirtily at him.

Sebastian had tanned skin for a vampire, light blue eyes, thick lashes and was clean-shaven, dressed similarly to Adrian, but he was adorned in all black, a gold chain around his neck where some light chest hair tickled it. He was cocky, legs wide like he had the biggest schlong going.

On the other hand, Sora introduced herself to Celeste. Celeste was just as obnoxious and didn’t even return Sora’s greeting, deeming her too beneath her.

Her friend didn’t take it to heart, though—she never did. Instead, she shrugged and relaxed further into the sofa, gulping down the bottled water and giving her attention to the phone rather than the short-haired blonde, who was stunning if not for the chilly atmosphere surrounding her.

Sebastian and Rhea had met before, and—yep, Rhea was already on his lap whispering in his ear while he watched Celeste and the vampiress glared at Keira. She knew Celeste liked Adrian, but seeing Sebastian watch Celeste while Rhea kissed his neck prickled Keira’s chest. From how Rhea glanced in Celeste’s direction, she knew Sebastian also liked her.

"Do you have any idea how many men and women are salivating over you right now, princess?" A whispered caress tickled the side of Keira’s ear.

She looked at Adrian, swallowing down the sudden dryness in her throat. Adrian followed the action, his eyes darkening to a forest green.

"Stop trying to charm me, Adrian Sinclair," Keira whispered back.

"Why?" Adrian grinned, his fangs glinting in the red lighting. "Because it’s working?"

Yep.

"Because you’re full of it," Keira murmured, feeling a little too lightheaded in the warm, sticky room and how her body was heating up to Adrian’s closeness. She grabbed the bottled water left on the coffee table and sipped on it, overly aware of Adrian watching her and…

Her back straightened, and she looked behind her.

Someone else was watching her.

"I’m not charming you, Keira. It’s the truth," Adrian murmured, his hand sliding along her jaw, causing her head to swivel back and look at his flecked green eyes. "The worst thing you can do is have an open wound in a vampire club."

His free hand lowered along her thigh. She swore the floor rumbled a little, but the sensation of Adrian’s cold hand warming against her heated skin distracted her from that strangeness.

She was probably imagining it. It wasn’t like she was exactly sober right now.