My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 302

Chapter 302: Captain Matten
Ezra drove his hover car smoothly into the underground garage, the faint hum of the vehicle blending with the distant echoes of the city above.

Faewall was different from First City. It was more… secretive, more complex in its layers of deception. The Law of secrecy was the most important law in Vampire Society but in Faewall, it was the MOST IMPORTANT.

The vampire citizens knew how to keep themselves hidden, leaving the pageantry to their Counts and Lords. In this city, secrets were the most important currency.

As Ezra drove the car deeper into the dark garage, he maneuvered into a hidden alcove, nestled away from prying eyes. He cut the engine and stepped out, looking this way and that.

Here, unlike in First City where the peacekeeper headquarters was safely hidden under the City Lord’s domain, Faewall’s peacekeeper HQ was hidden under the actual official police headquarters.

Ezra walked to the trunk of the car, retrieving the black bag that contained Green’s body. Hoisting it over his shoulder, Ezra made his way to a seemingly ordinary maintenance door. With a quick glance around, he pressed his hand against the panel, which flashed red before sliding open to reveal a hidden entrance.

He stepped through the threshold, descending the metal stairs into the hidden peacekeeper HQ.

The air was cooler here, with bright lighting. No expense was spent to make the place as comfortable as possible for the officers.

The only problem was the subtle vibration from the machinery powering the building underneath them. Humans would not be able to notice it but for vampires, it was as if someone was constantly humming in the background.

As Ezra entered the main corridor, the familiar sights of the peacekeeper operations came into view, an orderly, underground network of offices, cells, and briefing rooms, all looking good under the natural lighting bulbs.

“Captain Matten.” A voice called out as he reached the main hall.

Ezra glanced up to see a female peacekeeper standing behind the reception desk. Her crisp white peacekeeper uniform was immaculate, her dark hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. She saluted him with a smile, her eyes bright with respect.

Ezra returned the salute. “Officer Connell.”

“You got Green?” she asked, noticing the black bag slung over his shoulder.

“I did.” Ezra replied, dropping the body bag onto the floor in front of the desk. “Transfer him to the cells.”

Connell nodded briskly, her expression turning professional as she keyed in the necessary orders. “Yes, sir. I’ll handle it.”

Ezra gave her a curt nod before adjusting the collar of his white uniform. He’d never once thought that one day, he’ll be wearing the white uniform and have the peacekeeper insignia sit on his chest.

He chuckled to himself and began to make his way towards his office, his boots once again echoing in the narrow halls.

As he passed a side door, it opened, and Gen stepped out, a wide smile crossing her face as she spotted him. Dressed in her own peacekeeper uniform, she looked sharp, her white hair cut short, framing her face as her eyes glinted with humor.

“Ezra.” She greeted, falling into step beside him. “So, you got Green?”

“Yeah.” Ezra said with a half-smile. “I did.”

“Why didn’t you let us chase him down? Would’ve saved you the trouble.” She teased, glancing at him sideways.

Ezra shrugged. “I’ve been cooped up in the office for too long. Thought I’d stretch my legs. Besides, this was a violation of the Law of Secrecy. I couldn’t just sit back and watch.”

“It’s sad though.” Gen’s smile faded slightly, and she nodded, her voice lowering. “Green’s likely going to end up dead. We both know he was set up by his Count, Hyde.”

Ezra’s face remained neutral, but there was a tension in his voice. “I know. But the rules are the rules. I don’t make them. I just enforce them.”

“It would have been great if they gave him a fighting chance.” Gen spat. “Fucking cunts. Everyone knows Hyde and the Arbiter are tight with the City Lord. Green doesn’t stand a chance.”

“No, he doesn’t.” Ezra admitted quietly.

Gen gave him a soft pat on the arm before straightening. “Well, I’m headed upstairs to the police HQ for my shift. Gotta keep the mortals safe and ignorant.” She said with a wink. “They’ll never know how much we’re actually protecting them.”

“As long as they don’t find out.” Ezra said, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. “Stay safe, Gen.”

“Always.” With a final smile, she turned and headed for the elevator that led to the police HQ above.

Ezra watched her go before turning back towards his office.

The walk was short, and as he reached the door, he stepped inside, sighing softly in the cool quiet of the space. He looked around, taking in his sanctuary.

The office was modest. He’d left the wall plain and undecorated and made sure the lighting was warm. A large wooden desk sat at the center, neat and organized, with only a few files and a datapad placed on its surface.

To one side of the room was a single, unassuming bookshelf filled with law books, peacekeeper reports, and a few personal items, a photo of him and his wives and another of him as a boy, long before his life had taken this path.

A chair sat behind the desk, the leather well-worn from years of use. Ezra sat down with a relieved sigh and leaned back, his eyes drifting to the ceiling.

The door creaked open, pulling him from his thoughts. He glanced up to see Red, his third wife, step inside. Her fiery red hair stood out against the white peacekeeper uniform she wore. She strided in with the casual confidence of a woman who knew and was good at her job.

“Captain.” She greeted him with a smile, handing him an envelope sealed with the distinctive crest of the City Lord. “James Harlow has sent you an invitation. His annual ball.”

Ezra raised an eyebrow, taking his eyes off her considerable bust to take the envelope from her. He always wondered how they managed to fit inside her uniform.

He took the envelope and studied it. The ball was Faewall’s most prestigious event, attended by both humans and vampires. Getting an invite was an acknowledgement in Faewall’s high society.

He’d received one ever since he came here and he also knew why he’d been invited. It wasn’t just because of his position as a peacekeeper captain. James Harlow, the City Lord, knew of his hidden status.

Ezra Matten wasn’t just a peacekeeper. He was also a prince.