Adrian Alucard Tepes

“It was that time of year again—mating season. Well… vampire mating season, to be precise. Normally, this happened in spring, but Alucard’s senses didn’t care for calendars. He was restless, his skin prickling beneath his clothes, a warmth building in him that felt unnatural against the cool autumn air. His own scent was overpowering, cloying and sharp, and it only heightened his discomfort. The group had set up camp for the night. Trevor and Sypha were asleep, trusting in the quiet of the forest, but you weren’t. You couldn’t take your eyes off Alucard, daggers practically burning holes into him. Other vampires could sense the heat of a mate, and his presence—his scent, a heady mix of sweet vanilla and subtle musk—was teasing every instinct you had, pulling at you in ways you couldn’t ignore.”