The Vampire King's Wife

Exes and Problems

Alianna expected a lot from Arabella Clairemont Duchess of Istanbul. She expected glamour, poise, grace, and elegance. 

And she got all of that. In a sexy dress, draping off her figure, the woman looked every bit of a European goddess, the woman in front of her like she was lacking. But Alianna’s lips curved up in this sexy catty smile because she knew she wasn’t. 

And that was a problem apparently. 

“Marco.” Arabella greeted as she was flanked by her older brother Wesley, and best friend Magnolia. Marco kept his arm around Alianna as she went to approach for some kind of greeting. But when he made no move to meet her half way, Arabella scoffed rearing back, “Ouch, no love for you first love?” 

Long brown hair with honey high lights, beautiful brown eyes, perfect golden skin, legs for days, breasts more than a handful. Stomach non-existent, and she had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. But Marco had never loved her. Because for how hot Arabella was, he knew she was a lot of other things that dimmed it all for him. 

“Good morning Arabella, might I introduce you to my betrothed, Alianna Princess of Russia.” Arabella looked Alianna over, her ears burning hearing the name. “Right…your future wife so the rumor mill is saying.” Alianna smiled so sweet it gave diabetes as she purred, “No rumor, just facts.” Arabella’s eyes narrowed and Alianna smiled, “Arabella, Duchess of Istanbul, I loved your talk at the seminar last year. Very powerful.” 

Arabella didn’t know if the little girl in front of her was trying to get in her head. But she tried not to show she was confused on the tactic as she stupidly bitched, “And what are you known for? Seems like your brothers are the ones getting most of your family name. You’re just a piece of ass being sold off.” 

Scoffing at the audacity of the woman in front of her, Marco was about to rip into her when her voice did it for her. “Now that’s just disgusting behavior.” Marco’s grandmother, Queen Mother Veronica looked like she was in her early fifties maybe. But she was really old enough to be dirt. 

And the tough as nails woman was a bad ass with a French heritage. Walking over to them in a beautiful white gown, the older vampire watched the younger generation bow in respect and then she walked to Arabella. Bopping her head with her fan, she watched the young girl flinch, “You disrespectful girl, your father will hear about this.” 

Arabella wilted and Veronica pushed past her, “Besides,” touching Alianna’s hair fondly, the old woman whimsically noted, “You never stood a chance, he already had him a queen.” Alianna beamed at her and the older woman stuck out her arm, “Come, let’s blow these losers. I saw a triple fudge chocolate cake.” 

Linking arms, Alianna joined Queen Mother Veronica at the desert table, Marco following behind them with a small smile. 

It was a moment of victory, followed by waves of problems. 

Josh was protesting the betrothal of Alianna and Marco. Which of course, pissed off Marco. He didn’t want that pretty prick thinking he could for a second have his Ali. Not only did he not like Josh, but he damn sure didn’t trust him. 

Which is what he told Delgado. 

Meeting up in an old church off the coast of his Island on another Island more touristy and human infested, Marco slammed back a shot. “He’s trying to protest it so he can propose a courtship with her. Then he can send for her.” Delgado breathed out, “And I know she does not care for him, he…he makes her anxious.” 

Marco nodded, “I noticed that too.” 

Rolling his shoulders, Delgado admitted, “If you ask her to spurn his advances…she will.” Marco swallowed hard, “And risk war if he tries to fight for her?” Delgado grinned tossing back another shot, “Scared of a war young king?” Laughing as he ordered them another round, Marco taunted, “I’m never afraid of a little war Delgado.” 

Finishing another two rounds, Delgado looked at Marco who seemed to now be in his drunk thinking stage. “Have you told her?” He whispered uneasy. Marco winced and shook his head and Delgado immediately wanted to throw up. But not because he had been drinking, but because he knew the agony of waiting was sitting on his stomach. 

The longer Marco didn’t tell Alianna, the longer he’d be hiding something from her. And it bothered him to his soul, especially with her so far away and without him. 

And them at odds no less, “I’m going to tell her…it’s just hard to tell her.” Delgado nodded understanding why Marco felt that way. After the accident that happened, Marco had never been the same. And Delgado had seen the light dim in the kid in the years. 

He knew he’d been of no help keeping Alianna away from him. 

But it had been to protect her, to shield her for something he wasn’t sure she was ready for. But now, now he had no choice but to let her grow up. And hope she’d be okay as her mate fought to keep her. 

“She’ll be angry, she’ll be hurt. You might lose her for a minute, but…you might get her back. As long as you stop lying to her…and remove the patches.” Marco’s jaw ticked as he angrily hissed, “And how do I start that huh? Where do I start that off on that roll of duct tape?” 

Delgado looked over at his son in law amused, “Start at the beginning.”