Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate-Chapter 290: A Bloody Love Story

They had been playing the world’s longest game of cat and mouse, and honestly, at this point, the mouse was getting tired. Nina Zacharia had done her part, convinced she was the only one stabbing Remus in the back.

But in reality, every bit of progress she made became a stepping stone for Kaan to push things even further.

Back then, Kaan wasn’t emperor yet, which meant that despite technically having an entire imperial army at his disposal, he couldn’t just throw them at Remus like some overpowered warlord.

His father would notice, ask a few annoying questions, and—boom—game over. The entire operation would be shut down in an instant.

So instead, Kaan got creative. He combined Thessara’s top-tier manipulation skills with his own military genius and managed to send just a small squad of elite knights after Remus. You know, casually.

Now, Remus wasn’t just any werewolf—he was annoyingly slippery, absurdly strong, and somehow managed to wriggle out of most situations like a soap-covered eel. He fought off almost everyone. Almost.

But even the best can only dodge so many arrows, especially when they’re coming from two completely different playbooks.

He could handle the werewolves; their attack patterns were familiar, expected. He knew their style, their tricks, their go-to moves. The second group, though? That was new. They were quiet. Too quiet. Their attacks were sharp, precise, almost... elegant.

Remus wasn’t totally sure they were vampires, but let’s be real—who else fights with that much grace while trying to kill you?

Not that it mattered. What mattered was keeping his lair safe.

With enemies closing in from all sides, Remus couldn’t afford to return home and put his pack in danger. So he moved farther away, drawing the fight away from them.

But in doing so, he unknowingly left his sister, Lacy, to bear the weight of heartbreak alone—and later, to face the devastating consequences of carrying the Blood Moon power.

His reputation as the ultimate traitor—the guy who abandoned his entire pack to marry a vampire princess—was practically writing itself. Meanwhile, he actually thought his grand plan was working.

And to be fair, it would have worked—if only Lacy hadn’t handed her heart over to a walking red flag named Callum.

Maybe in some alternate universe, Callum was nothing more than a speck of dust, instead of Lacy’s so-called Prince Charming. In that reality, she might have actually done something useful with her Blood Moon power—like, I don’t know, saving her brother from the clutches of the real bad guys.

Maybe she would’ve even lived long enough to pass on some wisdom to her niece instead of, you know, dying tragically.

But that was just a fantasy—one the Fallen One still couldn’t bring himself to let go of.

Reality, unfortunately, had no interest in happy endings. Not for Lacy, not for Nina, and certainly not for Kaan. All their carefully laid plans, all their sacrifices—only to kill the wrong man.

Meanwhile, Remus, the target, had slipped away to the Kingdom of Eira, where his love story became the stuff of legend among werewolves. And by ’legend,’ that meant they all despised him even more.

He met Amara and fell in love at first sight—a beautiful romance, really, if you ignored the minor detail that the whole thing happened simultaneously with his sister’s death, his entire pack’s destruction, and a bunch of assassins who had tried to kill him.

A real fairytale. Just with a lot more blood. Quite literally.

Now that Remus had set foot in Eira, Kaan and Nina found their movements severely restricted. And with the vampire princess now in the mix, they had to be extra, extra careful.

Amara wasn’t just royalty—she was Eira’s golden child. The king adored her, her brother practically had her on a pedestal, and, as if that wasn’t enough, the entire court and kingdom practically worshipped the ground she walked on.

If word got out that they were targeting Remus—and by extension, Amara—it wouldn’t just be a minor inconvenience. It would be a disaster. Nina could see it now: a full-blown interracial war between vampires and werewolves.

Meanwhile, Kaan would be stuck explaining to his father why he’d gone from future emperor to diplomatic disaster in record time.

The assassination attempts dragged on, but Remus, oddly enough, never fought back. Whether he was unaware of his attackers’ identities or simply refusing to risk his new family more than he already had, no one could say.

Either way, he and Amara had apparently decided that their top priority wasn’t revenge—it was playing house and keeping their little family bubble intact.

Until it was no longer possible.

Nina had been the first to track him down, but she and Kaan had learned their lesson—rushing in without a plan was a great way to get murdered. Remus was ridiculously strong, and with Amara backing him up, they were practically untouchable.

But now, they had a weakness. The child.

To be clear, Nina had no moral objections to killing children—especially if they were mixed blood. But in this particular case, it just didn’t seem worth the effort. She wasn’t a monster for free.

Kaan, on the other hand, saw the child as the perfect bait to finally take down Remus.

There was just one tiny problem: no one had a clue where they were keeping the brat. Their hiding spot was new, and the only reason Nina’s subordinates even caught a glimpse of Remus was pure dumb luck—seeing him on the road right before he did his signature vanishing act.

Amara, of course, was to blame. Her magic not only hid their exact location but also made sure that anyone trying to follow them ended up confused, lost, or questioning their life choices.

Once Kaan narrowed down the general area, his men scoured the surroundings. Eventually, he decided to check things out himself. No sign of Remus—annoying—but he did spot someone who might know where the elusive Alpha was hiding.

Amara.

Without hesitation, Kaan captured her, spinning a quick, ruthless lie: he had her child. If she wanted the kid back, she had to come with him. In reality, Kaan didn’t even know if the child was a boy or a girl. Not that it mattered—Amara took the bait.

But he wasn’t done. In the process of capturing her, he deliberately left clues, breadcrumbs for Remus to follow. He wanted the Alpha to come running. And Remus did.

Bravely, stupidly, Remus walked right into Kaan’s trap. He even dropped to his knees, offering himself in Amara’s place. Very touching. Very dramatic. Very ineffective.

Kaan wasn’t an idiot—letting Amara go would expose his underground dealings, risk his father’s wrath, and possibly ignite a war between the Asvaldur Empire and the Kingdom of Eira. None of that was on his agenda. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

In the end, Kaan got exactly what he wanted. He killed Remus. And now, all that was left was to claim the grand prize—the legendary Blood Moon power.

Except... nothing happened.

Seconds ticked by. Kaan flexed his fingers, waiting for some surge of godlike strength. Nada. Not even a tingle. He turned to Thessara, eyes narrowing.

Seconds passed. Then more. Kaan frowned. No surge of energy, no newfound strength, nothing. His fingers twitched in frustration as he groaned.

"What the hell is this, Thessara?" he demanded. "You said I’d get the power once I killed the Blood Moon child!"