My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Yuri sat across from Fiona in a dark room, the tension hanging thick in the air. The heavy shadows of the space matched the weight of the conversation that lay between them.

A single lamp cast a low light over the table, flickering slightly, as though it too was uncertain of the path ahead. Yuri's eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, were tired but focused, her mind already deep in thought. She had been running on pure willpower ever since the coup.

Fiona, leader of A X E, sat calmly across from her, poised and ready for whatever came next.

"What have we found out?" Yuri asked.

"Vladimir and Solomon aren't making any moves," Fiona began, her voice quiet but firm. "They're staying put, keeping clear of Southside."

Yuri tilted her head slightly, her gaze narrowing. "Both of them?" she asked, more to herself than to Fiona. Her mind churned with possibilities. Solomon had a reputation for interference and Vladimir wasn't stupid enough to waste an opportunity like this. The fact that they were both choosing to stay silent now made the picture a little clearer.

Fiona nodded. "Seems like neither of them are willing to get involved in this mess, at least not directly."

Yuri leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest as she processed the information. "It's obvious now, isn't it?" she said softly, more to herself than anyone. "Ivo and Armand… they must have already made their deals. Covered their bases with both Vladimir and Solomon before the coup even began."

Fiona remained quiet as Yuri spoke, letting her work through her thoughts aloud. Yuri sighed, a deep, frustrated sound escaping her lips. "I should've seen it coming. I was right not to approach them for help. Who knows what they would've asked in return. No, it's clear now.

They were never going to stand with me."

The room fell into a brief silence, only broken by the distant hum of the city outside. Yuri's mind raced as the puzzle pieces began to fall into place. Her husbands had betrayed her long before the first blow of the coup, making alliances behind her back to ensure their own survival.

Fiona shifted slightly, drawing Yuri's attention back to the present. "There's something else," Fiona said. "Ivo's called off the search."

Yuri raised an eyebrow. "The search for us?"

Fiona nodded. "They're not looking for us anymore. They've shifted their focus to Ezra Matten."

Yuri's lips pressed into a thin line. Her suspicions were being confirmed, one after the other. "Ezra," she muttered. "That must be Solomon's price for staying out of this. When he couldn't get what he wanted from me, he went to my husbands. They've offered Ezra up in exchange for Solomon's support."

Fiona's eyes gleamed in the dim light, understanding Yuri's words immediately. "So Solomon's still playing the long game."

"Of course he is," Yuri said bitterly. "And Ivo and Armand are more than willing to feed Ezra to him to save their own skins. They likely promised him Ezra from the start. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, isn't it?"

She let out another deep sigh. "I should've known. Ivo and Armand advised me against sacrificing Ezra to end this war. It wasn't loyalty, it was self-preservation. They had their own deals with Solomon in the works, and Ezra was always part of their plans."

Fiona remained silent but alert, waiting for Yuri to continue. The weariness in Yuri's eyes gave way to something sharper, colder. Determination. She wasn't one to dwell on regret for long, not when action was still an option.

"Ivo's not chasing us anymore," Yuri said, her tone suddenly more focused. "Which means he's setting a trap. He thinks he's in control, biding his time while we're on the run. But he's wrong."

Fiona leaned forward, sensing the shift in Yuri's mood. "What do you want to do?"

"We can't give him time to prepare," Yuri said decisively. "The longer we wait, the stronger his trap will be. He wants us to think we're safe, that we've bought time, but we haven't."

The resolve in Yuri's voice was unmistakable now. She pushed herself up from the chair slightly, her expression hardening. "We need to strike first. Ivo and Armand are sitting at the Old Museum, and that's where we'll attack. They won't expect it, not now."

Fiona's lips curled into a smile. "An immediate attack, then."

Yuri nodded. "It's our best chance to take back control. Ivo and Armand think they've already won. We need to show them they're wrong." .net

Fiona sat up straighter, her eyes glinting with anticipation. "When do we move?"

Yuri's answer came without hesitation. "As soon as possible. Tonight, if we can."

Fiona grinned, her excitement evident. She had been waiting for a fight, and this was exactly the kind of swift, decisive action she craved. "I'll get the girls ready."

Yuri nodded, her focus shifting toward the plan taking shape in her mind. The tension between them, the uncertainty that had loomed over the room, was gone now. In its place was a shared determination, a mutual understanding that they were on the same path toward the same goal.

"We'll hit the Old Museum hard and fast," Yuri continued. "We can't give them time to regroup. We catch them off guard, and we make sure they don't walk away."

Fiona stood, her body practically humming with readiness. "Consider it done."

Yuri's gaze sharpened as she stood alongside Fiona, their eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken agreement. The room was no longer filled with doubt or worry, only the cold, calculated resolve of two women ready to fight for what was theirs.

As Fiona left to gather her team, Yuri remained for a moment longer, her eyes drifting to the window. She stared out into the night, the city lights flickering in the distance, and allowed herself a single breath of anticipation.

"Ivo." She whispered softly to herself. "You won't see me coming."

With that, Yuri turned on her heel, leaving the room with the weight of the coming battle on her shoulders but with her mind clear and focused. This war was far from over, and Yuri was about to remind her enemies that she wasn't someone to be cornered.

The Old Museum would fall, and with it, Ivo and Armand's hold on Southside.

They wouldn't have the luxury of another chance.