Vampires and Werewolves? Yeah, they don’t mix. Vampires think they’re superior. Werewolves can’t stand their arrogance. But when Hunters come for both clans, there's only one choice—team up or die trying. As the Alpha’s sister, Aritzea is stuck working with her enemies—the same people who killed her father. And to make things worse? She’s paired with Lucian, the irritatingly lazy, frustratingly charming Vampire Prince who just can’t seem to keep his fangs off her. Oh, and apparently… he’s her mate.
View MoreLucian’s POVI didn't lock the door out of spite. Okay, maybe a little. It was my car after all.Aritzea rattled the handle again, turning to my slowly, eyes narrowed like she was one second away from launching herself to the driver's seat and snapping my neck.“Is this your twisted little way of asserting dominance?”I stretched out, fingers tapping lazily against the steering wheel. “No, this is my way of explaining the rules.”Her eyes narrowed. I smiled slowly, because frustrating her was already becoming one of my favorite pastimes. She was still pissed about the whole arrangement and this wasn't making things any better.Cute.“Rule one,” I started, dragging the words out, “don't touch my things.”She snorted. “Like I want anything in your dusty old vampire castle.”I ignored that.“Rule two... stay out of my way.”Aritzea leaned back against the seat, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded with boredom. “What next, no curfew?”I smirked. “Would you even listen?”“Not a chance.”Exactly
Aritzea’s POVThis was a mistake and I should have known. A terrible, idiotic mistake. I could feel it the second the elders opened their mouths.“Well arrange for you to move closer to Prince Lucian,” one of them said. “To ensure smooth cooperation, that is.”I tilted my head. Closer? What did they mean by closer? As in, the same district? A house nearby? A room in the same building?“And by closer,” another elder continued, oblivious to the rising tension, “we mean she’ll stay at his residence.”His what? No. No fucking way.I turned to my brother, already knowing there was no damn way he was agreeing to this. But again, before he could put in a word, he was cut.His frown deepened even more that it already had and he turned to Lucian“I refuse.” Lucian’s voice seemed serious. Very much unlike how he'd been the entire meeting.I blinked.He leaned back in his chair, looking completely unimpressed. “There’s no reason for her to stay at my house. We can work together just fine without
Aritzea’s POV “Ari, I think I kissed a bloodsucker last night.” Selene's words filtered through the phone, taking me aback. What the heck? “Excuse me? You did what?” I blinked rapidly in disbelief staring at the screen. Selene buried her face in her hands. “I didn’t know he was a vampire! I just—I was dared, and he looked good, and he tasted good. Oh, fuck. I'm so lost!” I suddenly felt pity for her, but first, I burst into laughter. “I can’t believe you kissed a bloodsucker.” “I know! He must have been so confused. I ran as soon as I realised though!” “I CAN’T believe he let you.” “I know!!!” I spent the next few minutes consoling her. After all, it was a drunken mistake. Not like my own case…. No! I'm not thinking about him! Selene groaned, dropping into her seat. “I need to erase my memory. Think Elma can get some potion for that?” I laugh, amused. “I'll try to ask her.” “Thanks, Ri. You're my true love.” She blew a kiss to the camera. I chuckled. “Really? Wasn't that
Lucian’s POV There was something so poetic about walking into my father's domain knowing fully well he despised me. The hall was exactly as I remembered—cold, grand, and drenched in old power. My father sat atop his glamorous throne-like chair that remained from a time when Vampires still considered themselves Kings. Dear Cassius Vaughn had refused to let go of the power that comes with being King and insisted I walk in his very entitled shoes “Lucian,” he said, his frown at my casual suit very apparent. I step forward, offering a slow, lazy bow to the king himself. “Father.” His gaze lingered on me for a bit too long and I could tell what was coming next—an unbearable long lecture. I waited for him to begin, hands tucked into my pockets. “How long do you intend to disgrace your lineage? You’ve had your fun roaming about, but it’s time to return and act like a proper prince.” And there it was. “You're not living up to your status,” he continued, his sharp eyes narrowing. “I
Aritzea’s POV I stormed through the hallway, my brother's words still stinging in my ears. He could handle it? I didn't have to do anything? He didn't trust me. He didn't think I could handle it despite everything. I was a powerful werewolf, not just his baby sister, but his protective stance annoyed me greatly. It was almost like he was implying that I was incapable. Damn! My fist shot out at the nearest thing—a wall, slamming against it. I sighed in frustration, almost shifting into my wolf form on impulse. No. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing while this was going on. If Thorne wasn't going to let me in on the problem, there was someone else I could go to. Elma. If anyone could help me, it was her. My initial urge to shift into my wolf form and sprint through the trees was replaced by a more practical plan. I paused, clenched her fists, and stomped back upstairs to grab the keys to my motorcycle. For now, I couldn't just wolf out whenever I like. Sometimes, being h
Aritzea’s POV The moon hung high above the villa, casting an eerie silver glow over everything, making the shadows seem deeper, more threatening. My heart pounded against my ribs, my mind turning blank as I stood, frozen. The mutilated body at my feet was unrecognizable, a horrifying pile of flesh and bone, twisted in ways no living thing could ever be. The blood soaked the stone steps, dark and slick, seeping into the cracks like it had always belonged there. Then, the scent hit me hard— blood and death— and along with it, a horrifying thought. My sister! Without a second thought, I bolted past Thorne and into the house, the door slamming behind me with a loud bang. "Laura!" I took the stairs three at a time, heart racing, my mind filled with fear. Not her. Please, not my sister. "Laura!" I screamed again, louder, my voice cracking as panic clawed anxiously at my throat. I could hardly breathe as I ran through the dark hallway to Laura's room, my body moving on pure instin
Aritzea POV I was still fuming by the time I left the banquet with my brother. The nerve of that damn vampire—walking up to me like we were old friends, then leaning in close as if… Damn! The smirking vampire had somehow managed to make a fool of me without even trying. He had teased me—played with ne like a cat toying with its prey—and I'd just stood there, frozen like an idiot. I should have punched him. Right there! ‘Or at least done something’, I thought bitterly. I'd had never let anyone get the upper hand like that. Not vampires, not even my stubborn brother. Yet that infuriating vampire had made me feel...off balance. And worse—my wolf wasn’t helping! Every time I thought of his smug, lazy smile, there was a flicker of something, something I didn't want to acknowledge. It wasn’t just anger. It felt like a pull, maybe. Something primal. And this little whore that was my wolf kept bringing back the thought of him— his scent, his voice, the way he— Nope, stop. Absolutely no
Aritzea POV Him. The man from the auction. The one who should have been dead, had I not been a fool to leave him alive. I bit the inside of my cheek as our eyes met, his gaze calm, almost smug, like he enjoyed seeing how frustrated I looked. He raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to react. Fuck. I looked away instantly. This man was dangerous. Very dangerous. He didn't give off any scent, not even a trace. Not werewolf, not vampire, not human—nothing. How was that even possible?! I was a werewolf. And my extra keen senses meant I should have picked up something, anything, but there was only emptiness. And why the fuck was he following me around? I stopped in my tracks, turning round to face him. "What the hell do you want?" I asked, my voice sharp. He looked like my annoyance very much pleased him. His stance was casual, a faint smile tugging on his lips as he met my gaze. "I came to find you," he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. I crossed
Lucian POV "There's an invitation... from your father" I paused, my work suddenly interrupted by Armand. "Here." I stretched out my hand and he gave me the invitation— a ridiculously fancy thing with a bright seal. I could tell where the invitation was from without even opening it. The Vampires Association. I sighed, slitting open the envelope and unfolding the letter. With a flick of my wrist, I opened it. The words were formal, filled with unnecessary flair; A grand event bringing together vampires, blah blah, foster diplomacy, yadda yadda yadda. "It's a waste of time," I remarked casually, scrunching and tossing the letter into its rightful place— the waste bin. "I'm not interested. Tell him I'm not coming. You can choose between sending a text message or writing such an elaborate reply. Have fun." My words were quite clear but Armand, being himself, pressed on. "It's a significant event, apparently. Your father's words, not mine." I raised a brow, leaning back into my ch
Aritzea POV "Ugh!" I woke to a dull throb of pain in my head and the cold bite of metal against my wrists and ankles. My mind was as foggy as a forest before dawn, but as my vision cleared, I finally noticed my surroundings. I was bound, shackled in some dark, musty room that reeked of dampness and rot. Where was this? I was utterly confused. The last I remembered was of me leaving early from a party with Selene and her friends with me leaving early. Then how the hell had I come here? My first instinct was to shift into my wolf form, rip these chains apart and find my way back home. But when I tried, I felt nothing. I just realised, my wolf was completely silent, a dull ache where she should have been. At once, I panicked. How was this possible?! What had they done to me? I tried again, more desperately this time, trying my best to summon my wolf from wherever she was. But no matter what I did, it was like reaching into a void. My wolf was gone! The door creaked open and a sl...
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