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Pain. That’s the first thing I feel when I wake up. A dull, throbbing ache in every muscle, like my entire body is one massive bruise. I groan, shifting slightly, only to wince as my back protests.Damn Valentine and his training.I try to sit up, but even that feels like an uphill battle. My stomach growls—loudly. And it’s not the usual blood hungry vampire kind of hunger. It’s real, human hunger. My body wants food. Actual food.I roll onto my side, reaching toward the other half of the bed, expecting warmth. Expecting him. But the sheets are cold.A sinking feeling creeps into my gut. He’s been gone for a while.I force myself to sit up, rubbing my eyes. The house is eerily quiet, and something about it makes me uneasy. Pushing past the soreness, I swing my legs over the bed and stand, wincing as my knees nearly buckle.I make my way out of the bedroom, my bare feet silent against the marble floor. A low murmur of voices drifts from the living room. One of them I recognize i
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The night is still. Too still.I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts that refuse to settle. The Ascendants. The Council. The fact that time is slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.Every second that passes is a second closer to them finding us.A second closer to everything falling apart.I exhale, turning onto my side. The room is dim, bathed in soft moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. The sheets are cool against my skin, but my mind is restless, my body tense with the weight of everything I can’t control.We need a plan. A real one. One that doesn’t involve waiting for disaster to knock on our door.My eyelids grow heavy, exhaustion creeping in. Just as I’m about to slip into unconsciousness, the bed dips behind me.I don’t startle.His scent—cinnamon, dark and warm—fills the air before I even hear the shift of his body settling in.I sigh. “What are you doing in my room at this time?”A beat of silence. Then, his voice, smooth and lazy.
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I wake up feeling... different.Warm. Content.It takes me a second to remember why, but then it all comes rushing back. The night before.Valentine. His touch, his voice, the way he made me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.A slow smile spreads across my lips.I shift slightly, and the soreness in my body reminds me just how much we indulged in each other. I don’t even remember how many times.But I do remember how gentle he was. How patient. How he made sure I was okay every step of the way.My cheeks heat at the thought.Beside me, he’s still asleep, his breathing steady and calm.I turn on my side, studying him. His golden hair is a tousled mess, fanned across the pillow. His long lashes rest against his cheekbones, and there—just by the curve of his nose—is a tiny mole I’ve never noticed before.He looks peaceful like this. Soft. Beautiful.It’s hard to believe I ever hated him.Harder to believe that I’m now hopelessly in love with him.I reach out, ru
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“I still can’t believe it,” Achilles is saying, shaking his head in mock disbelief as he cuts into his pancake. “You—you—once jumped out of a three-story window just to avoid Valentine, and now look at you.” He gestures at me with his fork. “You can’t go a minute without thinking about him.”I scoff, chewing thoughtfully. “I did not jump. I… strategically exited.”He snorts. “You fell.”I roll my eyes. “Semantics.”He grins, leaning on the counter. “And now? Now you’d rather die than spend a minute away from him.”I purse my lips, pretending to consider it. “Mmm… I wouldn’t say die.”He leans in. “You literally left a warm bed with a naked Valentine just to sit here and eat pancakes with me. That’s love, North.”I shake my head, laughing. “You know what’s crazy? I used to be so angry when I found out we were mated. Like, irrationally angry.” I exhale dramatically. “If I could go back in time, I would give my past self three solid slaps across the face for even thinking about rejecting
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The night air is cool against my heated skin, but it does little to soothe the ache in my muscles. The clearing is vast, surrounded by towering trees that cast eerie shadows under the moonlight. The air is thick with tension, a mix of exhaustion and anticipation crackling between us.Valentine stands before me, smirking like he has all the time in the world. His golden eyes gleam with something unreadable, dangerous even. His shadow clones flicker around him, dark tendrils shifting, curling, waiting.Achilles is behind me, his presence a silent challenge. His attacks have been relentless, forcing me to stay sharp, to react instinctively. I have to be better. I have to be faster.Because if I fail here, I’ll never survive what’s coming.Another wave of shadow attacks rushes toward me, slicing through the air like blades. I barely have time to react before they’re upon me. With a sharp breath, I summon my light, sending bursts of energy in all directions. The shadows dissolve ins
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The house is lit with bright artificial lightening, beautiful and soft, recreating the glow of the morning sun that is obscured by the tinted windows.My muscles ache from last night’s training, a dull soreness settling deep into my bones. Every movement reminds me of how much Valentine and Achilles pushed me, how far I still have to go.Achilles lounges on the couch across from me, one arm draped over the back, the other resting on his knee. He looks completely at ease, as if he didn’t spend the entire night fighting like a damn warrior under the manipulation of Valentine.Unlike me, he seems untouched, no tension in his body, no exhaustion weighing him down.I shake my head, still trying to wrap my mind around everything that happened. “You know,” I begin, stretching my legs out in front of me, “last night, Valentine barely took a sip of your blood, and suddenly, you turned into me.”He smirks, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. “Yeah, sounds about right.”I scoff. “You don’t
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The air smells like damp earth and pine as we step outside the mansion. The morning chill lingers, but the sun is already high, trying to burn away the cold. I tug my jacket tighter around myself, but it does nothing for the weight sitting heavy in my chest.Achilles, on the other hand, seems completely unbothered. He stretches his arms over his head, groaning dramatically. "You know, I could’ve used an extra hour of sleep," he grumbles.Mara snorts as she pulls a bundle of small banners from her satchel. “You? Sleep? Since when do you sleep, Achilles?”She had arrived last night at Achilles call, declining any offer of a ride from him. And now, we're set to putting our defences up.He places a hand over his chest, feigning offense. “Excuse me? I sleep all the time. Just ask North.” He winks at me. “I sleep like a baby, don’t I?”I just shake my head, offering him a weak chuckle. My mind is too clouded to engage.Mara smirks. “Sleeping and passing out from exhaustion are two differe
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The night air is cool against my skin, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and pine. The clearing where we train is bathed in silver moonlight, stretching shadows across the ground like ghostly fingers. There’s a crisp stillness in the air, broken only by the rustling leaves and the distant sound of nocturnal creatures stirring.Valentine stands across from me, his golden eyes reflecting the moonlight. He’s watching me, arms loosely crossed, but there’s a quiet tenderness in his gaze. Even standing still, he commands the space around him—elegant, composed, and wholly mine. A warmth stirs in my chest at the thought.Achilles lounges a few feet away, rolling his shoulders, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here.I exhale, steadying myself. “I want you to put me under.”Valentine’s gaze flickers, the softness in his features tightening just slightly. “No.”I frown. “Why not? Maybe you can unlock a new power if you control me.”He steps toward me, reaching out to trace his fi
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Mated To Valentine Chapter 130: Achilles' POV
The clock on the wall reads 3:07 AM when the door creaks open.I stir, blinking against the dim glow of the fireplace as heavy boots echo across the marble floors.Then I see him.And my drowsiness vanishes.Valentine strides in like something out of a gothic fever dream, long coat dusted with grime, moonlight trailing him through the open doorway. But it’s not his dramatic entrance that has me bolting upright.It’s the girl in his arms.I stare.Her body is limp, her head resting against his chest. Her ridiculously long black hair spills past his knees, trailing like a shadow. Her lips are slightly parted, her skin almost translucent beneath the chandelier’s glow.Oh, this is rich.I exhale sharply, pressing a hand over my heart in mock horror.“Val,” I gasp. “Have you resorted to kidnapping?”His glare is immediate.I continue anyway.“Is this where we are now? You get a little lonely, and instead of asking me to take you out, you—what? Pluck the prettiest girl off the streets an
Mated To Valentine Chapter 129: Valentine's POV (A hundred years later)
A century. A mere blink in my existence, yet it feels like an eternity when spent with him. He. He, the chaos incarnate, the walking, talking embodiment of every headache I've ever endured. Achilles. Even now, a hundred years on, he manages to fill the mansion with his incessant chatter, his ridiculous schemes, his… his presence. Tonight, I seek a reprieve. A hunt.The moon hangs heavy, a silver coin in the velvet sky. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a familiar aroma that usually soothes me. Tonight, it merely serves as a backdrop to my frustration. I stalk through the shadows of the old cemetery, my senses heightened, searching for the telltale signs of wild vampires. They’re a nuisance, these feral creatures, a stain on our kind.Then, I smell it. Something sweet. Caramel, with a delicate hint of lavender. A human scent, but unlike any I've encountered before. It draws me in, a strange, compelling pull.I move silently, a shadow among shado
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
