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Mated To Valentine Chapter 109:
Paris is a graveyard. Not in the literal sense, but in the way it feels as we step off the private jet into the cold night air. The city is alive—buzzing with cars, laughter, and life that doesn’t care about our grief. But for me, and for Valentine, this place is a tomb.Achilles isn’t here. Not in the way he used to be. His voice, his laughter, the way he would crack the worst possible joke just to piss me off—it’s all gone.The car ride from the airstrip is silent.Valentine sits beside me, his fingers laced with mine, his grip tight as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away too.His thumb rubs slow circles over my skin, grounding me, reminding me that I’m not alone in this. He’s hands are cold, but somehow they hold more warmth than Paris, and it's the only thing keeping the cold from seeping into my bones.“We don’t have to be here,” he murmurs after a while, voice soft, thoughtful. “If it’s too much, I’ll take you back.”I turn to him, taking in the worry in his gold eyes. He’s barely
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The night air is thick with the scent of blood and death. Shadows stretch across the battlefield, twisting under the pale moonlight. The gathered forces stand like an unholy army—vampires, witches, warlocks, shapeshifters—all brought together by a common enemy. The Ascendants. The hybrids.And at the center of it all, Valentine.We're on a hunt for the hybrids, and so far, this gathering is overpowering whatever hybrids are out here.It's night anyway. Most gathered here are creatures of the night.I watch Valentine from a distance, his movements sharp and ruthless, slicing through the hybrids like they are nothing but paper beneath a blade. He is a storm of rage, a relentless force of destruction, his power rippling through the battlefield with every strike.This is different.I’ve seen him fight before. I’ve seen him kill. But this isn’t just battle. This is retribution. This is grief turned into violence.This is the breaking point.A hybrid lunges at him, grotesque and snarling
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The estate is cloaked in silence when we return, the weight of the hunt still pressing down on us. The scent of blood lingers on our clothes, mixing with the crisp night air. I can feel the exhaustion settling into my bones, but I know neither of us will find rest tonight.Valentine stands by the fireplace, staring into the flames, his shoulders tense, his jaw clenched. I've always wondered why he likes standing by the fire place. But then I remember he's cold blooded and it makes sense to me.He hasn’t spoken a word since we came back.I exhale, stepping closer. “Your mother spoke to me tonight.”Nothing. No reaction. Just the firelight flickering across his face, casting shadows that make him look even more haunted.I continue, “She said your grief is consuming you.”His fingers twitch at his sides. A barely-there response, but a response nonetheless.Still, he says nothing.I take another step forward. “She doesn’t understand,” I say softly. “But I do.”His eyes flick to mine the
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The Ascendants’ headquarters looms in the distance, a fortress of cold steel and shattered memories. The last time I was here, I was their prisoner, broken and bleeding under their hands. Now, I return—not as a victim, but as their reckoning.The army at my back—vampires, warlocks, shapeshifters—moves like a force of nature, their hunger for vengeance as sharp as my own. Most of them, especially the vampires are here because some of their loved ones have been claimed by the Ascendants.The witches, warlocks, shapeshifters and others are here because they are now aware that even they aren't safe from the Ascendants.The hybrids guard every entrance, their soulless eyes scanning the darkness for threats. They don’t know we’re already inside.As I step through the gates, my breath catches. The scent of antiseptic and death slams into me. The walls, the floors, even the air—I remember all of it. The cold steel tables. The white, blinding lights. The sharp bite of a scalpel on my skin.
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The corridor stretches endlessly before me, a cold, metallic tunnel reeking of antiseptic, blood, and death. My steps are steady, but inside, I am a storm. My body remembers this place—the pain it inflicted, the horrors it concealed. It wants to recoil, to retreat, but I force myself forward.Valentine is here.I tighten my grip on the dagger in my hand. Every fiber of my being screams for vengeance, but right now, there is only one thing that matters—getting him out.When I reach the cell, my breath catches.Through the thick glass, I see him—bound, weakened, barely conscious. Sulfur gas coils around him like a serpent, its toxic presence burning his skin, keeping him in agony. Tubes pierce his arms, draining him of his strength, of his life.I slam my fist against the panel. “Valentine!”His head lifts slightly, dazed eyes searching, and then, ever so faintly, he smiles. A broken, weary smile that shatters something deep within me.I press my hand against the glass. “I’m getting
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The night air is thick with smoke and the scent of burning flesh. The car is parked a short distance away from the base, hidden among the trees. I pull open the door and ease Valentine into the passenger seat, careful not to jostle his weakened form. He barely has the strength to move, his body slumped against the seat. His skin is pale, the burns on his arms raw and angry, refusing to heal.The sulfur intake was crazy on him. And I can imagine that if it's burning him on the outside, it's burning him on the inside too.His fingers twitch when I step back. His breathing is shallow, uneven.I brush his damp hair back. “You’re safe now.”His eyes flicker open, hazy and unfocused. “Stay.”I sigh, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I can’t.”His grip tightens on my wrist. “You promised.” His voice is hoarse, but there’s a desperation in it that claws at my chest.I kneel beside him, cradling his face in my hands. “I promised I wouldn’t leave you. And I’m not. But I have to finish this.”Hi
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The battlefield is chaos. Blood, smoke, and fire twist together into a nightmare that refuses to end. The last remnants of the hybrids are falling, but they fight like cornered animals, desperate and rabid. The vampires are retreating into the shadows, the warlocks and witches still hurling spells, the shapeshifters tearing through the last of the hybrids. The sun is creeping higher. Soon, it will be too late for the vampires.And yet—Valentine is still fighting.He has stepped away from behind me a long time ago.I find him again in the midst of it all, weak but standing, barely able to keep himself upright. He’s using the last shreds of his strength to claw through enemies that barely acknowledge him, as if he’s already half-dead.The sulfur is eating him away.“Valentine!” My voice barely reaches him through the roar of the battle, but he turns. His knees nearly buckle, his hands trembling.I reach him in seconds, steadying him before he collapses. “What the hell are you doing
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I wake up wrapped in warmth, the weight of his arm draped over my waist, his breath steady against the back of my neck. I don’t move. I don’t want to. If I could, I’d stay here forever, in this bed, in this moment, letting the world outside fade into nothing.The room is dark, as it always is. Here, though, there’s only the soft glow of candles and the faint hum of the air conditioning. It’s a world of shadows, and I’ve come to find solace in it.“You’re awake,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with sleep. His grip tightens around me, pulling me closer. “Good. Now I can tell you again—you don’t have to go.”I sigh, pressing my fingers against the arm resting over me. “We’ve had this conversation.”“And we’re having it again,” he replies. “You don’t have to go back.”“I do.”“No, you don’t.”College. It's been a month since tue fight with the Ascendants and I want to pretend that I'm back to normal.I roll onto my back, looking up at him. His light hair is mussed from sleep, his
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Mated To Valentine Chapter 128: Achilles POV
If I had a coin for every time someone looked at me like I was an inconvenience, I’d probably own a nice pair of boots by now.Valentine’s mother, however, doesn’t just look at me like I’m an inconvenience—she looks at me like I’m a cockroach she’s too disgusted to crush.And I have to say, that’s not new.She says nothing when we run into each other in the halls, just gives me a long, cold stare before turning the other way and ignoring my existence entirely. But I can feel her disapproval dripping off her in waves. The king is no different—silent, unreadable, always watching me with mild curiosity, like I’m some street cat Valentine dragged in from the gutter.(Which, to be fair, is accurate. But still.)I keep my mouth shut, keep my hands to myself, but the longer I sit there in that stifling palace, the more I realize I hate it. I hate the way their presence makes Valentine tense, hate the way his mother’s sharp words cut him down without effort.So when he grabs my wrist later
Mated To Valentine Chapter 127: Valentine's POV
Achilles is a menace.A charming, loud, dramatic menace.And somehow, against all logic and reason, I am enjoying myself.I’ve spent nearly three centuries in this world, drifting through time with the same predictable routine. Nothing ever surprises me. But Achilles—Achilles is unpredictable. A whirlwind of sarcasm and chaos wrapped in a too-thin frame, wearing my clothes as if he owns them.And now, I am taking him into the city.Paris at night is a sight to behold—cobblestone streets glistening under the glow of gas lamps, the murmur of voices spilling from cafés and carriages rolling down the avenues. The scent of warm bread lingers in the air, mixing with the ever-present perfume of the Seine.Achilles stretches his arms above his head as we step onto the street. “Ah, freedom! I can already smell the possibilities.”I give him a dry look. “That would be fresh bread, not possibilities.”He waves a hand. “Same thing.”We walk, side by side, and I notice he’s still too thin. The
Mated To Valentine Chapter 126: Achilles POV
I should’ve seen it coming.The ridiculous wealth. The manor that looks like something out of an ancient royal painting. The way people around here bow slightly when they see him, as if he’s made of something more than the rest of us.Of course, Valentine isn’t just an important vampire. He’s a prince.The prince of all vampires.I pause mid-step in the corridor, my brain struggling to process this absurd fact. I mean, I knew he was high up the vampire ladder—no one lives in a place this extravagant without some serious power backing them—but the son of the king and queen? This is their manor?I’m staying under the same roof as the vampire king and queen?I run a hand down my face. Holy shit.And yet, despite all this, my senses don’t go haywire. I always assumed that if I ever stood in the presence of powerful supernaturals, my body would react—some primal, deep-rooted fear kicking in. But right now, all I feel is…Well. Mild panic. But that’s normal.I shake off the thoughts and
Mated To Valentine Chapter 125: Valentine's POV
The moment we step into the manor, I hear Achilles’ heart pick up its pace.He’s overwhelmed.It’s evident in the way his wide, dark eyes dart around, struggling to take everything in—the marble floors polished to a mirror shine, the chandeliers dripping with golden light, the tapestries lining the hallways like relics of another time.He hasn’t lived like this before. That much is clear.I don’t acknowledge his awe. Instead, I lead him down the grand hall, past the looming portraits of my ancestors who watch us with unblinking eyes. The silence between us stretches, but I don’t break it. Not yet.We arrive at the dining hall. A long, gleaming mahogany table stretches nearly the entire length of the room, fit for a feast that no one ever has.Achilles lingers at the doorway.“Sit,” I tell him.He hesitates before obeying, perching stiffly on one of the velvet chairs like he’s ready to flee at any second.I turn to one of the maids, who bows instantly. “Something hefty,” I instruct, g
Mated To Valentine Chapter 124: Achilles POV
Pain blossoms across my ribs as another kick lands. The crowd jeers, their shouts merging into an incomprehensible storm of voices. Blood trickles down the side of my face, the warm sting mixing with the bitter cold of the Parisian night.I try to move, but a boot presses against my shoulder, pinning me down."Filthy thief," someone spits.I close my eyes. This is it. This is how it ends. Torn apart in the streets like a rat. I don't even have the strength to shift to save my own life.The hunters—standing just beyond the mob—watch with unnerving patience, hands resting on their weapons. They’re waiting for the right moment. The moment I’m too weak to fight back.Then, a voice. Smooth, deep, unhurried.“Enough.”The weight lifts off my shoulder. The kicks stop. The crowd shifts uneasily, murmurs rising like rustling leaves.I open my eyes.A man stands there, tall and composed, golden-blond hair neatly arranged, his fine black coat barely disturbed by the night breeze. There’s some
Mated To Valentine Chapter 123: Valentine's POV
The gas lamps outside the cabaret flicker weakly, their orange glow barely cutting through the thick fog that clings to the streets of Paris.Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of cheap perfume, spilled wine, and the faint, metallic tang of blood.The orchestra plays a frenzied waltz, the violins screeching like banshees, while couples spin across the floor in a chaotic blur of silk and sweat.I sit in a shadowed corner, a glass of absinthe in my hand, the green liquid swirling like liquid poison.Across from me, a young woman—Marie, she said her name was—chatters incessantly.Her voice is high-pitched, grating, and she’s been going on about her village, her family, her dreams of becoming a singer.I smile, though my patience wears thin.“Do you come here often, monsieur?” she asks, leaning forward, her décolletage on full display.Her French is tinged with a provincial accent, marking her as new to the city.I tilt my head, letting my lips curl into a dangerous smile. “Only when
Mated To Valentine Chapter 122: Achilles POV
I stand frozen, the heat of the flames licking at my skin even from this distance. The crackling of the fire is deafening, but it’s the silence in my chest that terrifies me. My mother’s voice echoes in my head, sharp and desperate: “Run, Achilles! Run and don’t look back!”I can still smell the acrid smoke, the burning wood, the charred remains of my childhood. Half of it is gone now, reduced to ash and embers. The other half stands like a hollow shell, a monument to everything I’ve lost.My legs move before I can think, carrying me away from the only home I’ve ever known. Greece. My mother’s coven. The demon. They’re all chasing me now, and I don’t know where to go. All I know is that I can’t stay here. My heart pounds in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I stumble through the dark streets. I don’t even know where I’m going. Just away. Away from the flames. Away from the coven. Away from the demon that haunts my nightmares.Away...that leads me to Paris.The stree
