My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a deep purple hue across the cityscape. Ezra navigated his sleek, expensive hovercar through the streets, the engine humming with restrained power.

The drive from his office at Ascendant Capital to his new mansion on the outskirts of the city was a time for reflection, a brief respite from the demands of his dual life. The assassination attempt today even gave him more to think on.

As the city lights faded behind him, the landscape shifted to a more serene, tree-lined road. The gate of the mansion stood ahead, its silhouette framed by tall trees that whispered as it swayed in the evening breeze. Genesis had been the one to suggest the mansion stating that she'd had a memorable fight inside of it. And with the owner dead, it had been easy for them to buy it.

Ezra turned into the long driveway, the tires crunching over gravel as he approached the grand estate. The mansion ahead stood proud and isolated, a fortress for him and his wives.

He parked in the garage, the car door closing with a satisfying thud. As he walked towards the entrance, he allowed the chameleon tattoo's effect to fade. His human guise dissolved, revealing his true form with striking red eyes. He entered the mansion, the familiar warmth and scent of home enveloping him.

Inside, the lights were dim, casting soft shadows across the elegant furnishings. He stepped through the doorway, the heavy oak door closing with a quiet thud behind him.

His eyes scanned the room, immediately falling upon Gen, who was pacing back and forth, her movements quick and agitated. The sound of her footsteps against the wooden floor was a rhythmic reminder of her worry.

Olivia stood nearby, her faces marked with concern. The moment they saw him, they hurried over, each laying a gentle hand on his arm, their eyes searching his face for answers.

"Are you alright?" Olivia asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile calm.

"I'm fine," Ezra replied, though the tightness in his voice betrayed him. He moved to the center of the room, where the chandelier above cast his shadow on the floor. "But we need to talk."

Gen turned to face him, her hands clenched at her sides. "What happened?" she demanded, unable to keep the edge of anxiety from her tone. "I heard you called in someone. The custodians?"

"Yes." Ezra took a deep breath. "There was an attempt on my life," he said, and the room seemed to grow still, the air thickening with tension. "A vampire assassin."

Olivia's eyes narrowed. Gen's eyes widened as she stepped closer to him.

"An assassin?" Gen asked.

"Yes," Ezra confirmed. "But she didn't succeed. I managed to fend her off and took this from her." He reached into his coat and pulled out the small, golden medallion. It glinted in the light, and as he held it up, the trident symbol engraved on its surface became visible.

Gen's eyes narrowed as she came closer to examine the medallion. "What is it?"

Ezra shook his head. "I don't know yet. But it must be important if she was carrying it. We need to find out where it came from and what it means."

"Olivia," Ezra said, turning to the dark-haired woman who had remained silent. "I need you to use our resources to gather information on this symbol. Find out everything you can."

Olivia nodded sharply, her expression resolute. "I'll start immediately," she said, taking the medallion from him. "But it won't be easy. We don't know how widespread this symbol is or who might be behind it."

Gen stepped forward, her brow furrowing. "Ezra, we need to be careful. We can't afford to spread our resources too thin. We have other matters that require our attention as well."

Ezra met her gaze, smiling softly. "I know, Gen. But this is a direct threat to us. We need to prioritize it."

Olivia, always the voice of calm and reason, spoke up. "Perhaps we can allocate a portion of our resources to this investigation while maintaining our other operations. It will be a delicate balance, but it can be done."

Ezra nodded, appreciating her perspective. "You're right. We'll have to be strategic about this."

He took a deep breath, feeling the support of his wives bolster his resolve. "Alright. Olivia, you'll lead the investigation into the medallion. Gen, I need you to maintain our current operations and ensure everything runs smoothly. You'll also be keeping an eye on our defenses and security. The investigation takes priority."

The two women nodded, understanding their roles and the importance of their tasks. The room, which had been filled with tension moments before, now felt charged with a sense of purpose.

Olivia glanced at the clock on the wall and then back at the group. "It's getting late. Why don't you go upstairs and freshen up while I take care of dinner? I'm preparing something special."

Ezra managed a small smile, appreciating the sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of the day. "That sounds like a good idea."

As they moved towards the dining room while he headed for the stairs, Ezra couldn't help but glance at the medallion in his hand once more. The trident symbol seemed to catch the light, almost glowing.

Just as he reached the stairs, his personal phone chimed with an encrypted message. The sender was unknown, and the content was brief but ominous. His hands tightened on the phone as he read the message.

"This is only the beginning. You are not as invincible as you think."

Ezra's eyes darkened. He knew what this was. It was a challenge, a taunt from the assassin.

He glanced at his wives who were now relaxed, chatting among themselves as they set the table. He looked back down at the message. With a sigh, he clicked off his phone and put it back in his pocket.

He wouldn't tell them about this. Not now.

He resumed climbing the stairs. He would need to uncover the identity of this assassin and confront them head-on. He felt the giant lake of vitality within him. He'd need to ascend to the third ring.

Soon.