Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate-Chapter 288: She Will Not Take Your Blood Money

Thessara knew where the Blood Moon child was, but their actual identity? That delightful headache was for Kaan to figure out himself. And considering this was his first big gig as a villain, well, let’s just say things were bound to go sideways.

To avoid putting all his eggs in one very unreliable basket, Kaan sent multiple people to investigate. Why? Because people were, unfortunately, people. They lied. They messed up. Or worse, they were both liars and idiots.

By having several spies, he could cross-check their intel and, in theory, get the truth. Solid plan, right?

Well.

The problem? His spies weren’t oblivious. They quickly realized they were all working for the same arrogant employer, one who was notoriously stingy with rewards.

Instead of offering them actual compensation, Kaan’s idea of ’payment’ was not killing them. (Wow. So generous. Truly, what a saint.)

And so, they turned on him.

Because, really, calling Kaan their employer was a stretch when he hadn’t paid them so much as a dime. They weren’t loyal minions—they were volunteers. And nobody signs up for unpaid villain internships.

So instead of working for Kaan, they started working with each other, taking turns spying on the werewolf pack and pooling their findings. This way, they could still feed Kaan intel while also, you know, actually making a living elsewhere.

But by doing so, they effectively ruined the one smart part of Kaan’s plan. What was supposed to be a multi-spy operation turned into a glorified solo gig. And a single person can only gather so much intel.

Unless, of course, they were Puck because Puck could get any information he wanted.

As a result, they completely missed the painfully obvious signs pointing to Lacy as the Blood Moon child. Instead, they made the genius assumption that the title must belong to the strongest werewolf in the pack. You know, the Alpha.

And that assumption was about to cost Kaan dearly.

Kaan was absolutely confident in the intel he had gathered. How could he not be? Multiple people had investigated, and their reports all pointed to the same conclusion. That meant the information had to be solid.

With that certainty, he dismissed the spies who had been watching the werewolf’s lair, generously rewarding them with the privilege of not dying. Then, he turned his attention to his next move—capturing the Alpha, who was obviously the Blood Moon child.

Alphas, whether in this era or ages past, always had enemies lurking in the shadows. Rival Alphas were eager to claim their title, expand their territories, or bask in even greater dominance—it was the natural order of things.

Remus, of course, was no stranger to these power struggles. He’d spent years fending off challengers, and on occasion, he was the challenger. So when yet another batch of hired assassins came after him, he barely blinked. Just another Tuesday.

This time, however, there was a twist—Kaan had actually paid for the job. Shocking, really. Granted, he paid barely enough to cover a decent meal, let alone a high-risk assassination, but hey, progress! The job was simple: capture Remus and bring him in alive.

Because Kaan had a personal to-do list, and right at the top was: Kill the Alpha myself so I can steal his Blood Moon power.

Simple plan. Flawless plan.

Or so he thought.

Turns out, capturing Remus alive was not as simple as Kaan had hoped. Not a single assassin made it back to report their failure. Why? Because they were all dead.

Not a single one crawled back to report, Hey boss, this guy’s kinda tough. No. Just radio silence, followed by the undeniable fact that he was now fresh out of assassins.

Naturally, Kaan was not thrilled. He had paid actual gold for this job. Well—half of it, because he wasn’t an idiot. He needed proof before handing over the rest. But now, not only was Remus still out there, but he was also short on mercenaries. And worst of all? The job wasn’t done.

Never mind that Remus was built like a mountain and could probably snap a grown man in half without breaking a sweat. Never mind that every single assassin he’d sent had died a horrible, bloody death. None of that mattered to Kaan. The job wasn’t done, and that was the real crime here.

Clearly, he needed stronger, more competent mercenaries. Ones who actually understood how to take down werewolves. freewёbnoνel.com

That’s when he heard about the Zacharias. A group of highly skilled, highly feared mercenaries with a reputation for getting things done. After some research, Kaan was convinced—they were the ones to do the job.

There was just one tiny problem.

They hated vampires. Like, centuries of bad blood levels of hate. They only worked for humans and werewolves, which meant Kaan—undead, blood-drinking Kaan—wasn’t exactly on their client list.

But that was a problem for later. He’d cross that bridge when he got there. Maybe he could threaten them. Maybe he could bribe them. Maybe inspiration would strike mid-conversation. Either way, he had a plan.

So he paid the Zacharias a visit.

And Nina Zacharias, leader of the mercenaries, greeted his generous offer with all the warmth of a frozen dagger.

"Why would I want to kill my own kin just to get your money?" she spat, looking at him like he was something she’d scrape off her boot.

Remus wasn’t exactly Nina’s long-lost brother or anything, but as a fellow werewolf, he was infinitely more appealing than Kaan. So, naturally, she rejected the offer without a second thought. No amount of gold could buy her loyalty—especially not from a smug, condescending bloodsucker like Kaan.

And yet... when Kaan dramatically revealed a crate overflowing with gold, her eyes did widen just a little.

That was a lot of money. Enough to fund their pack for centuries. No more scrambling for resources, no more worrying about silver weapons, and—most importantly—no more struggling to keep up with fashion trends. Warren would lose his mind.

But Nina had principles. And she wasn’t about to toss them out just because a vampire was flashing a little (okay, a lot of) shiny metal in her face.

"I’d rather slit your throat and watch you bleed out," she said flatly. "You have no place here, and I have zero interest in working with your kind. You’re shady, bloodsucking leeches. Who knows what kind of twisted scheme you’ve got hidden up your sleeve?"

Kaan had come prepared to throw an absurd amount of gold at this problem. He’d heard of Nina’s reputation and figured everyone had a price.

But judging by the pure disgust in her voice, he was starting to realize something.

Gold meant nothing to her—not when it was coming from him.

Well. That was inconvenient.

Good thing Kaan came fully prepared, right? Of course, he did. He had a backup plan.

With a smug smirk, he leaned in ever so slightly. "Your sister, Daciana. Don’t you want her back?" His tone was dripping with taunt.

Because this—this was the one reward Nina could never refuse.