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Achilles pulls away from Valentine’s embrace, his movements stiff, almost mechanical. His broad shoulders are tense, the fabric of his jeans jacket straining as he steps away. Valentine’s hand lingers in the air for a moment, fingers curling into a loose fist before dropping to his side. The air between them feels heavy, charged with something unspoken, something that makes the room feel smaller than it is.Then he turns away.Achilles boots thud against the marble floor, each step deliberate, as if he’s forcing himself to move forward. His hair falls into his face, shielding his expression, but I catch the faintest flicker of something in his red rimmed eyes. Fear.Valentine watches him go, his expression somewhere between concern and something else I can't place. His silk pajamas shimmer faintly, the deep crimson fabric catching the light as he shifts his weight. He doesn’t call out to Achilles, doesn’t try to stop him. He just stands there, silent, until the sound of Achilles’
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I step out of Valentine’s chambers, shutting the door quietly behind me. The hallway is dimly lit, the faint glow of a single sconce casting long shadows on the walls. My heartbeat is steady, my breathing controlled, but inside, my mind is a storm. The Ascendants. He won’t talk about them. But I know something happened—something big. Something that left both of them shaken, though they’re too proud to admit it.And if it involved vampire hunters, then it involves me.Maybe they aren’t after me specifically, but I’m a vampire. A hybrid. If they’re after him, they’re after my kind. That’s enough of a reason to get involved.Unless they aren't aware that I'm a vampire.One way or another, I’m going to find out the truth.I move quickly down the hall, my steps light against the wooden floor. The house is massive, old and elegant, but eerily quiet at this hour. Valentine might be content to sleep on his secrets, but I’m not.I need answers.And I know exactly who to get them from.Achi
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I move through the halls of the house like a ghost, my feet barely making a sound against the polished marble.My search for Achilles has turned into a frustrating game of hide-and-seek. I’ve checked his room. The garden. The fountain. The library. The kitchen. Nothing. The house feels too big, the silence pressing in on me.I head toward the training room next. It’s my last option, though I don’t expect to find him there at this hour. But as I push open the heavy wooden door, I freeze.He’s here.And he’s tearing himself apart.Achilles stands in the dimly lit space, his fists crashing into a thick wooden training beam. Over and over. The sharp crack of skin meeting wood echoes in the air, a sickening, repetitive sound that makes my stomach twist. His knuckles are split open, blood dripping down his fingers. But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even flinch. His face is blank, locked in a trance, eyes fixed on the beam like it’s his greatest enemy.I step forward cautiously. “Achilles.”
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Achilles walks beside me, his movements stiff, controlled, too controlled. His shoulders are tight, his eyes scanning everything and everyone. His head tilts slightly, nostrils flaring as he subtly takes in scents around him. He’s on edge. More than usual.I feel it too.The weight of something unseen pressing in on us. The knowledge that someone, somewhere, could be watching.The Ascendants aren’t just a story now. They’re real. And they’re close.I swallow and glance around the campus courtyard. Students move between buildings, some laughing, some half-asleep with coffee in hand, others absorbed in conversations. No one looks out of place. But that’s what makes it worse, isn’t it? Achilles said it himself—they’re human. They blend in. They don’t have supernatural tells. No fangs, no glowing eyes, no otherworldly auras. Just people.People who might want to take us apart, piece by piece, to see what makes us different.My fingers curl around the strap of my bag as we step into the
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The sun is low, stretching golden streaks across the campus as we step out of the last building for the day. Achilles walks beside me, his posture casual, hands shoved into his pockets, but I know better. His body may be relaxed, but his senses are razor-sharp, taking in everything—every scent, every heartbeat, every movement.And yet, he’s talking about a sweater.“So there I was, in this absurdly overpriced boutique in Paris, right?” His voice is smooth, confident, like we’re discussing weekend plans and not actively trying to avoid getting murdered. “This place had chandeliers, velvet seating, and security guards who looked like they were waiting for an excuse to throw me out. And there it was, sitting on the display table—the softest, most luxurious sweater I had ever laid eyes on.”I glance at him, unimpressed. “Let me guess. You stole it.”He scoffs. “Of course not. What kind of man do you take me for?”I just stare at him.He sighs dramatically. “Fine. I stole it.”I smirk.
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The moon hangs high, silver and watchful, as I make my way through the quiet corridors of the house. My feet are silent against the polished floors, but my heart pounds louder than I’d like.I can’t stop thinking about it. About what Achilles told me.The Ascendants.The way they took him and Valentine, reduced them to experiments, injecting them with diseases, twisting their bodies into suffering just to see what would happen. Lab rats. That's what they were. Less than human. Less than monsters.My stomach knots.I need to see him.I need to see Valentine.His chambers are at the far end of the hall from the angle I took the stairs from, behind an intricately carved door that feels too grand for someone as cold as him. But I know now—he isn’t just that. Beneath the arrogance, the cutting words, the way he looks at me like he’s still debating whether or not he should have let me in, he’s hurting too.I don’t knock.I push open the door. It's always unlocked anyway, and now I think
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I stand in front of the mirror, staring at the mountain of dresses Achilles picked out for me from Valentino. Each one is more stunning than the last, but none feel right. My fingers brush against the fabrics—silks, satins, lace—but my mind is elsewhere. Finally, I settle on a black knee-length dress with a slit that runs dangerously high, almost to my hip. The neckline is modest enough, but the way it hugs my curves makes me feel like I’m playing a role I’m not sure I’m ready for. I pull my hair into a messy bun, swipe on some lip gloss, and slip into a pair of low stilettos. The reflection staring back at me looks confident, but inside, I’m a mess.When I step into the garage, he’s there, leaning lazily against one of his cars like he’s been waiting for hours. His eyes rake over me, and that smirk of his—the one that always makes my stomach flip—spreads across his face. He doesn’t say anything at first, just pushes off the car and walks toward me. His arms wrap around me in a
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I took him for a lot of things. A liar. A flirt. An insufferable tease.But definitely not a gambler.And yet, here I am, perched comfortably on his lap, watching him play poker with a room full of mafia bosses.Valentine leans back lazily, his arms around my waist like I belong to him, his fingers tracing idle patterns against the fabric of my dress. His expression is unreadable, cool and detached, but there’s something dangerous beneath the surface. Something lethal.The men around the table are sharp-dressed, all dark suits and expensive watches, the scent of cigars clinging to the air. They talk in low, casual voices about things that should never be spoken about so casually—drug shipments, hitmen assignments, bribed officials. It’s as if they’re discussing weekend plans instead of organized crime.Valentine doesn’t seem fazed.He plays effortlessly, never breaking a sweat, never second-guessing a move.Because he already knows the outcome."Cheater," I murmur through our menta
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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
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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
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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
