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. “Ignoring your responsibilities. Do you think the title of prince is just a decoration?” I waited. Let him talk. He always liked to talk. “You should be here, advising, leading. Instead, you act like a rogue, gallivanting wherever you please. Indulging in rotten pleasures.” I said nothing, my eyes fixed to a gold tassle in a corner. “I'm speaking to you!” He suddenly boomed. My eyes narrowed as I looked up at him, meeting his deep gaze as he looked down at me from his fancy throne. Was he trying to… intimidate me? A sneer formed on the corners of my lips. “I can see a double chin, father.” His eyes widened in frustration. “You—” “Cut to the chase, Your Majesty,” I sighed, tired of the performance. “Skip to the part where you actually tell me what you want.” Father's eyes darkened as he eyed me, clearly regretting the impulsive mistake that ended up producing such a demon like myself. He held himself back from commenting. Then finally, he stood. “Come with me.” Without waiting for my response, he strode toward a side corridor, past heavy doors and down musty winding steps that led into a dungeon deep underground. I followed, my steps unhurried. My father rarely showed his hand so easily—if he was bringing me to see something, then it was bad. The scent of damp stone thickened the deeper we walked in, mixed with something else, the stench of something both strange and familiar. Death. The chamber we entered was dimly lit, with torches flickering on their stands. Rows of open coffins lined the walls, their contents out for anyone to see like a bizzare exhibition. I stepped closer, observing them. Vampires, all vampires. Dried corpses, twisted and withered, their mouths frozen mid-scream. I recognised them all. Raffael. Pierre. Celine. All high born vampires with little political power. They spent their entire lifetime drowning in pleasure. “They were drained and dumped outside the castle.” My father said, from behind me, his voice somber. I traced a slow line along the edge of the coffin with my fingers, “I see that.” He continued, his voice lowering like what he was about to say was a curse. “We suspect hunters.” I arched a brow. "Hunters? I thought we wiped out that particular breed of pests years ago." “They’re back,” he said grimly. “And they’re not just targeting us. The werewolves have suffered casualties as well.” I exhaled slowly, already anticipating what he would say next. “That is why you will be attending the meeting,” he declared. “The werewolves will be there, and we will discuss what must be done.” Now, I finally understand the reason for the last elaborate banquet. I turned, my gaze fixed on him. “You're working with the very people you hate? Surprising.” His expression darkened. “That is not the point.” “The enemy of my enemy is my ally,” he said curtly. "Whether I like it or not, the werewolves are being targeted as well. This is bigger than petty rivalries.” I looked at him deeply for a few seconds before looking away. “Hm. I understand.” “Lucian!” "I know, I know." I rolled my shoulders, glancing back at the dead before turning toward the exit. "I’ll be there. Don’t forget to remind me.” The night air was crisp as I left the castle, but my mind wasn’t on the cold. I didn’t like this. Hunters, dead vampires, and now a forced collaboration with werewolves? It was all too messy. And I didn’t like messy. I had no intention of getting too entangled with the wolves. Even if I was particularly fond of the little wolf I have my eyes on. I let out a breath as I pulled my phone out to send a message. * Armand's POV Well, I'd been dumped. The club was alive. The music pounding as laughter rang out, and bodies swayed to the beat. I moved through the crowd easily, heading straight for the bar. The bartender barely looked up as I sat down. “What’ll it be?” “Whiskey. Neat.” The glass hit the counter a moment later. I took a sip, letting the burn settle in my chest. This was the what… 200th rejection? Centuries of giving romance a try and it always ended this way—taking a break that morphed into getting a wedding invitation from her. Maybe I should take a break from romance altogether. Maybe I was just masochist. If not more than a century of going through the same thing over and over again should be enough warning. But no. I kept at it. Halfway through my drink, a light tap landed on my shoulder. I turned, already half-annoyed, and found myself staring into a pair of big, bright brown eyes. The girl looked quite familiar, staring up at me with rosy cheeks and her lips parted in a playful smile “Do you want to kiss me?” she blurted out. I blinked. “Excuse me?” She quickly shook her head. “No, wait—that’s not what I meant.” She paused, looking even more flustered, then grinned sheepishly. “I meant I want to kiss you.” I was still trying to process that when she suddenly leaned in. Soft lips pressed against mine. Quick, warm, unexpected. It was brief, leaving me just as startled. First of all, was this even a kiss? She pulled back just as fast, beaming like she’d accomplished something. “Done!” I just stared at her. What did she get done? For some reason, I felt an impulse to teach her what a proper kiss looked like. So I did. I pulled her back, my hands cradling her face, and pressed my lips to hers. At first, she was startled, her eyes flying open in surprise. But then, something seemed to give way inside her. Her lips softened, parting slightly, and I took advantage of the invitation. My tongue slipped inside, tangling with hers sensually. She tasted like alcohol and fruit, a heady sweetness. Finally, I broke the kiss. Her eyes widened as she tried to chase the kiss. An amused smile curled my lips as I caressed her moist lips. “Now that's a proper kiss,” I whispered. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked at me with amazement like I'd just done some magic. But then, her nose scrunched up as she sniffed lightly. “Wait.” Her brows furrowed. “You smell like—” She paused, then her eyes widened as she took a panicked step back. “You’re a vampire!” She gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth like she’d just kissed a serial killer. “Oh no.” And then—she ran. I blinked, confused. …What? Then it clicked. Selene, best friend of Lucian's little werewolf obsession. That’s why she looked familiar. I’d seen her at the banquet. A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. What the hell just happened? Shaking my head, I wiped my mouth and took another sip of whiskey, watching her disappear into the crowd like I might chase after her. As if. Then my phone buzzed. I sighed, already knowing who it was from. [Come here. Now.—Lucian] With a sigh I downed the rest of my drink, set the glass down, and stood. Great way to keep my mind off being dumped.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
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
Lucian’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 POVI stormed down the hallway, my irritation growing with every step.The water in my room wasn’t working. The water. Of all the things that could go wrong, this was what I had to deal with? I’d been prepared for… well, a lot worse when I was told I’d be staying here, but at the very least, I expected basic functionality.It was a minor inconvenience. A stupid, stupid inconvenience. But after the day I’d had, it was enough to send my patience spiraling into the abyss.I marched down the hall, bare feet silent against the polished floors. The house was too big, too modern, all dark glass and sleek minimalism. It felt more like a luxury hotel than a home. Then again, I doubted Lucian saw a difference. After all, all this shiny stuff and yet, apparently, plumbing was where he drew the line.Reaching the study, I lifted my hand to push the door open—only for it to swing inward before I could touch it.“Lucian—”I barely stopped myself from colliding into the person standing t
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
Lucian POV Desperation. Greed. Filth. The stink of these three was as pungent as always in a place like this. This auction was always a place for people who delighted in the darker pleasures of life. From vampires to humans and the occasional supernatural oddity, they were all the same— vying for their next new toy. I clicked my tongue in disdain, leaning back into my seat, barely paying attention to the latest round of bids. It was all so..... boring. Ah, it seems I have to find a new place. The auction hall had lost its luster to me. It was all the same faces, and the same twisted games. Terribly repetitive, there was no fun in that. "We shall begin the bidding for this beauty...." A new item had probably been brought on to the platform and the buzz of the crowd heightened. It seemed as if a new, more twisted sense of excitement had been injected into them. I tilted my head, a bit curious despite myself, and then, I saw her. A beauty indeed. They dragged her o
Lucian POV ‘Swish!’ The blade sliced through the air with surprising speed aimed right at my heart. Already expecting her actions, I caught her blade just before it could reach me. I looked down, her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the knife mere inches away from my chest. A slow smile spread across my lips. "Impressive," I praised, "But you'll need to do better than that, love." Our gazes clashed, my amusement a complete opposite to the fire of fury in her eyes. She was clearly at loss here, but she was still so defiant as if she had all the odds in her favour. It intrigued me. I released her wrist slowly, the blade slipping from her fingers as it clattered to the floor. She tried to slip away, but I moved faster, grabbing her wrists again as I pulled her towards my chest. "Bastard, get away from me!" She grunted in anger as she glared at me. I ignored her words and gently cupped her face. Her skin was warm, soft beneath my touch. I could feel the rapid pulse of her he
Aritzea’s POVFuck! Why hadn't I killed him?!Why did I let him off with just a scratch?!Aritzea Duval, this is the most disappointing thing you've ever done!With every step I took, my anger grew. Sure, I had managed to snap the heads of those men who had tied me up in that hell hole, but that wasn't enough. Not even close.I should have killed him too. I had the perfect opportunity. One move and I'd have snapped the head off the damn bastard. Instead, I had so foolishly left him with just a little scratch.The thought of him lingered and I tried to shake him off my head. It was over and there was nothing I could do. But, his figure kept appearing in my head. His touch, his voice, the way he made my body react against my will— it sent a shiver down my spine. His wanton chuckles and his breath against my skin.... I despised it all. But my wolf seemed to disagree with me. I suppressed the weird feeling growing inside of me.Gosh! Stop thinking about him!The lights of our estate fin
Aritzea’s POVI stormed down the hallway, my irritation growing with every step.The water in my room wasn’t working. The water. Of all the things that could go wrong, this was what I had to deal with? I’d been prepared for… well, a lot worse when I was told I’d be staying here, but at the very least, I expected basic functionality.It was a minor inconvenience. A stupid, stupid inconvenience. But after the day I’d had, it was enough to send my patience spiraling into the abyss.I marched down the hall, bare feet silent against the polished floors. The house was too big, too modern, all dark glass and sleek minimalism. It felt more like a luxury hotel than a home. Then again, I doubted Lucian saw a difference. After all, all this shiny stuff and yet, apparently, plumbing was where he drew the line.Reaching the study, I lifted my hand to push the door open—only for it to swing inward before I could touch it.“Lucian—”I barely stopped myself from colliding into the person standing t
Lucian’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