Isaac has one goal—kill the vampire king who destroyed his life. When Lucian hosts a bride selection, Isaac seizes the chance to infiltrate the castle disguised as a vampire. But things spiral fast when he unknowingly catches the eye of Lucian himself. Now, surrounded by enemies and bound by blood trials, Isaac must choose: Kill the king… or worse, fall for him.
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To every reader who picks up Cage to Cage — thank you. Writing this story has been a journey into shadows and light, and it means so much that you’ve chosen to step into this world with me. Dark romance can be intense, emotional, and sometimes difficult, but it is also a space where characters grow, fight for survival, and discover the parts of themselves they never thought existed. I hope you find yourself drawn in, challenged, and captivated. Most of all, I hope you enjoy the ride. Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior. • Drug use and substance manipulation – including non-consensual drugging. • Explicit sexual content – mature scenes described in detail. • Sexual assault, coercion, and blurred consent – including situations where a character’s ability to consent may be impaired. • Toxic relationships – involving obsession, jealousy, power imbalances, and unhealthy dynamics. • Kidnapping and captivity – characters may be held against their will. • Death, murder, and violence – including gun violence, weapon use, and physical altercations. • Organized crime activity – depictions of mafia families, underground clubs, and illegal dealings. • Psychological trauma and PTSD elements – characters may display or relive traumatic experiences. • Self-harm or suicidal thoughts – referenced or portrayed within the narrative. This novel is intended for mature audiences only (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you find any of the above subjects harmful or difficult, this may not be the right book for you. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, businesses, organizations, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. The actions, choices, and perspectives of the characters do not reflect the beliefs, morals, or values of the author. Scenes involving violence, abuse, or criminal behavior are not intended to encourage, endorse, or glamorize such actions. Instead, they are included as part of a fictional narrative that explores the extremes of human behavior within the high-stakes world of organized crime and forbidden romance. Readers should understand that the content is written solely for entertainment purposes. While the characters may struggle with difficult themes, the story does not serve as advice, guidance, or reflection of real-world relationships. Healthy, respectful, and consensual interactions should always be the standard in real life. By continuing to read, you acknowledge that you are doing so voluntarily and are comfortable engaging with dark, mature, and sensitive subject matter. Please prioritize your own well-being and step away if any of the material becomes overwhelming.Isaac The rules for choosing the new bride were clear. They cared about looks — face, body, posture. They cared about blood scent. And most of all, loyalty. The first two tests were easy. Almost too easy. They lined us up in the courtyard, two nights before the blood moon. Blue flames flickered in silver chandeliers above us. We stood there while vampires watched us from a high balcony, silent and serious. They looked at everything — our skin, how we stood, how we moved. The Devereux didn’t just want power. They wanted beauty too. I stood tall, shoulders relaxed, chin up. I tried to look proud, but not full of myself. The blood I had taken made my skin glow a little, just enough to look more like them. A little smoother, a little more attractive. Marcus was on the other side of the courtyard. His arms were crossed, and he was wearing that annoying smile he always had — part laugh, part insult. I glanced at him, then looked away like he didn’t matter. He didn’t like that. “Medo
Chapter 4 Lucien I never wanted a bride. Not really. The whole idea of it—choosing someone to stand beside me, when I could barely trust the people I shared blood with—was laughable. But here I was, standing on the dais, watching masked smiles and sharp eyes parade before me like wolves dressed in silk. Father called it strategy. Mother called it tradition. I called it bait. “Keep your head up,” Elias muttered beside me. “Don’t let them see you drift off.” “I’m not drifting,” I said, keeping my voice low. “I’m watching. Every twitch. Every step. Especially him.” I didn’t need to point. Elias knew who I meant. The one who called himself Medor Thornwell. He was too smooth, too clean for an exile. Every movement of his tonight had been too controlled. I watched the way he fought Marcus—fast, precise, like someone who’d been trained to kill in silence. Not someone who’d been banished and left to rot. “He’s good,” Elias said after a pause. “But not clever enough to fool you?”
Chapter Three Isaac Lucien looked at me with sharp, silver eyes. “Who are you, really?” he asked again. His voice was quiet but strong, and it felt heavy on my chest. The talking around us stopped. Everyone was watching us in the big hall. My heart beat fast. I wanted to run away and hide in the shadows. But if I ran, it would mean death—and failure. I forced my jaw to relax, lifted my chin, and gave a slow, calm smile. “I guess people here don’t like secrets?” I said, my voice smooth but a little teasing. “My name is Medor Thornwell. I was kicked out by my family in the west. I’m here to find my place with the powerful Devereux family, where strength and smarts matter.” Lucien’s eyes got smaller. I could see he wasn’t sure if he believed me. For a moment, I thought I failed. But then his face changed a little—he wasn’t happy, but he was interested. “Trust isn’t easy to get here,” he said, stepping closer. I wanted to step back but stayed still. “Especially from someone who’
Chapter Two Isaac The sun was rising slowly. The sky still looked sleepy. My bag lay on the ground, ready to go. Then Aunt Eleanor spoke behind me. “You’re a fool, Isaac. A blind fool.” She was angry. But mostly she was scared. I could hear it. “I know,” I said. I didn’t turn around. I just kept looking at the road. Then I heard Lydia crying. I turned. She was on the porch, shaking, eyes red. “Please don’t go,” she said. “We can run away. Just us. Start over.” I walked over and wiped her tears. “I have to, Lyds,” I said. “I don’t have a choice.” Evelyn stood next to her. She wasn’t crying. She just looked at me. “If you leave now,” she said, “we might never see you again.” I rested my forehead on hers. She smelled like lavender. It hurt. “You will,” I whispered. “I promise.” Then Sebastian came. He had his crossbow, looked stressed. “You’re really doing this?” he said. “You know how bad this could go.” “One mistake and that’s it.” “I won’t screw it up,” I said. “Y
Chapter One: The Night It All Began Isaac “Isaac, take Lydia and hide!” My dad’s voice cut through the noise like a knife, sharp, panicked. I froze. My little hand clutched Lydia’s tight. She whimpered, her tiny fingers shaking in mine like they might slip away. The fire was everywhere behind us, lighting up the house in angry orange and gold. Everything was breaking. Crashing. Screaming. Then I heard it—Mom’s voice. Her scream. It cut through me like a sharp knife. “Go! Now!” Dad yelled again. I couldn’t see him, but his fear was loud enough to shake the whole house. He was fighting them off—the Devereux. The monsters we’d only ever heard about in stories. I pulled Lydia closer and ran. We threw ourselves into the pantry. I slammed the door shut and leaned my back against it, heart pounding. My arms tightened around Lydia. I didn’t care if it hurt… I wasn’t letting go. I couldn’t. Through the tiny cracks in the old wooden door, I saw them. Shadowy shapes
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