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Chapter 78: Valentine's POV
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The pages of the magazine blur together. I’m staring at them, but I’m not really seeing them. Achilles keeps flipping through, pointing out models, commenting on their outfits, but his voice is distant.It’s been two months.Two months since we lost Finn.I press my fingers against my temple. The ache behind my eyes never really goes away these days."Alright, fine," Achilles says dramatically, snapping the magazine shut. "I give up. You’re officially broken. I mean, you didn’t even blink when I compared this model’s pose to a constipated flamingo."I blink at him. "What?""Exactly my point!" He waves a hand in exasperation. "Normally, you’d at least snort at my genius. But no. Now you’re just staring at the pages like some sad Victorian ghost."I shake my head, a small sigh escaping me. "Achilles, I’m tired.""You’re always tired." He tosses the magazine onto the coffee table. "That’s why I’m taking matters into my own hands."I arch a brow. "What does that mean?"He leans in, eyes
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The alcohol makes my limbs heavy, my mind sluggish. I barely remember Valentine getting us home. The warmth of the bed, the steady rise and fall of his chest beside me—it lulls me into sleep faster than I expect.When I wake, the early morning air is cold against my skin. The room is silent, save for the soft rhythm of Valentine’s breathing.I stare at him.Even in sleep, his face is intense—sharp angles, furrowed brow, as if he’s fighting a war even in his dreams. He shifts slightly, his arm tightening around my waist, pulling me closer.I inhale deeply.This is home.But home isn’t safe. Not for them.Mara’s words echo in my mind."Turn yourself in, North, or everyone dies."I shut my eyes.Finn is already gone.How many more? How many more lives have to be lost before this ends?I think about Achilles, always laughing, always pretending he doesn’t care. But he does. I know he does.I think about Valentine. About the way he’s held me through my grief, the way he’s fought for me—wi
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Pain drags me into consciousness. A deep, bone-weary ache, like I’ve been tossed off a cliff and slammed into the earth. My head throbs. Every muscle in my body screams.I try to move.I can’t.Panic surges.I yank at my arms, but they’re restrained. My legs too. Cold metal bites into my wrists and ankles. A bed. I’m tied to a bed.My breath comes fast, ragged. The room around me is dark, the air heavy with a sterile scent—like a hospital, but wrong. Damp. Stale.Think, North. Think.Pieces come back in shards.I gave myself up. A bounty hunter was supposed to take me to the airport. Paris. The vampire council. That was the plan.But then—A crash.I was healing. I tried to fight back. And then—A needle.I was drugged.Realization sinks in like ice down my spine.I’ve been kidnapped.And not just by anyone.I remember the pendant. A sun symbol, glinting against the chest of the one who took me.The Ascendants.Horror grips me.I thrash harder, but the restraints don’t budge. My bre
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I reach out to North, wanting to pull her closer to me as the cold of the early morning begins to settle on me.The bed is cold.Her side—North’s side—is cold.I blink into the darkness, the heavy silence pressing against my ears. Something feels wrong. I reach out, trailing my hand over the sheets, but they lack the lingering warmth of her body. She’s been gone for hours.My jaw clenches.I close my eyes and focus—pulling on the mating bond, searching for her presence. Nothing. No warmth, no familiar pull. Just a faint, distant ache, like she’s not here.Panic spikes through my chest.I throw off the covers and stalk out of the room, my steps silent against the cold marble floors.Living room. Empty.Hallways. Empty.Balcony. No trace.She’s nowhere.I move faster, heading to the one person who might have answers.I kick the door open to the next bedroom.A groan. "What the hell, man?"Achilles is sprawled on his bed, shirtless, his dark hair an absolute mess. His face is twisted
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The next time I wake, the room is brighter. The sterile scent is stronger, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. My blood. I can feel it drying on my skin, sticky and cold. My head pounds, and my body feels like it’s been through a meat grinder. But I’m alive. For now.The voice returns, crackling through the speakers. "Good morning, North. Did you sleep well?"I don’t respond. My throat is too dry, my lips cracked. Instead, I glare at the mirror, my eyes narrowing as I try to piece together what’s happening. They’ve moved me. The room is different—larger, with more equipment. Machines hum softly in the background, their screens flickering with data I can’t read from here."Cat got your tongue?" the voice teases. "Or are you just too weak to speak?"I swallow hard, forcing the words out. "Go to hell.""Still so feisty," the voice says, amused. "I admire your spirit. But it won’t save you.""Save me from what?" I rasp. "Your pathetic attempts at intimidation?"A low chuckle ech
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The silence that follows Dr. Kane’s departure is suffocating.The room is cold, sterile, thick with the scent of antiseptic and blood—old and new. I flex my fingers, testing the restraints digging into my wrists. The metal is unforgiving, biting into my skin like a warning. My gaze drifts to the other prisoners, three vampires in varying states of decay. I can hear their shallow, rattling breaths, the weak thump of their hearts fighting against whatever poison lingers in their veins.I break the silence first. "Do you even have any idea how long have you been here?"One of them—his skin sickly pale, his eyes sunken deep into his skull—lets out a hollow chuckle. "Time doesn’t exist in this place," he mutters, his voice rasping like he hasn’t used it in years. "You could’ve been here a day, a week, a century. You won’t know the difference."I tilt my head, studying him. "It’s been almost three months," I say, my tone firm. "Almost three months these assholes have been torturing you gu
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Pain.It’s the first thing I register. A deep, unbearable ache spreading through my chest like a wildfire, threatening to consume me whole. My body feels heavy, like I’ve been buried under a mountain of lead.I blink against the sterile white light seeping through the room, the same damn room I woke up in before. The walls are bare, cold. There’s only one window, high and narrow, letting in a faint sliver of daylight. Across from me, the two-way mirror stands like a silent observer.Watching. Always watching.But something’s different.I shift, and for the first time, I realize I’m not strapped down. My wrists are free. My ankles unbound. I flex my fingers, then my arms. My skin is smooth—no leftover scars from the restraints. My body has healed itself.A slow breath escapes my lips. Whatever they injected into me last must have cleansed my system, wiping away whatever chemical had suppressed my abilities before.I push myself up. Bad idea.A wave of nausea crashes over me, violent
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Hunger is a monster.It sinks its claws into my gut, gnawing, tearing, devouring me from the inside out.My body is shutting down, drained of strength, stripped of any ounce of power I once had.The Ascendants have made their decision. If I won’t drink blood willingly, they’ll make me suffer for it.They starve me.They drain me.Day after day, I’m strapped down, cold needles piercing my skin, pulling what little life I have left. The blood bags fill, red and glistening, disappearing into the hands of faceless scientists. They take and take and take.I have nothing left to give.I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Time is meaningless. The hunger warps it, stretches it, drags every second into eternity. My body is weak, my limbs barely functioning. Even my mind, once sharp, is slipping into the haze of deprivation.I try to reach for him."Valentine."I whisper his name in my mind, over and over, like a prayer. Like a plea.But there’s nothing.The bond is blocked, severed by whate
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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
