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Chapter 83: North's POV
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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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I don’t remember the last time I was fed. Of course, I remember it was my blood I drank, but that feels like ages ago.The only thing keeping me from falling apart completely is my ability to heal, but even that feels slow now. Weak. I can’t keep track of time anymore. The days, if they can even be called that, blur together into an endless cycle of suffering.Pricked by needles.Injected with something vile.Burning from the inside.Healing.Bones breaking.Healing.And then it starts all over again.I’m not even strapped down most of the time now. I don’t have the strength to fight back. I don’t have the strength to do anything but exist.The door buzzes open.The sound alone makes my body tense, my stomach clenching in anticipation of whatever fresh hell they have planned. Two guards step inside, faceless, silent as always. They wheel in a chair, and one of them gestures toward it."Move."I don’t hesitate. It’s not like I have a choice. My legs barely work, so I slump into the
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The door slams shut behind me, the sound echoing through my prison like a gunshot. Cold. Final.I collapse onto the cot, my limbs shaking, my body wrecked with exhaustion. The disease they injected into me still lingers, making every breath feel heavy, my skin clammy. But none of it compares to the emptiness clawing at my soul."Valentine."I reach for him through the bond, stretching myself as far as I can, but it’s like screaming into a void. Silence."Please, please, hear me."Nothing.It’s there, our bond, but it feels like he’s light-years away. Like I’m grasping at smoke.A broken sob tears from my throat.I press my forehead against my knees, trying to keep myself together, but I’m unraveling, thread by thread."I’m sorry."I whisper it into the darkness, but it doesn’t change anything.I should have never left that night. I should have never tried to hand myself over to the council. If I didn't, I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the Ascendants.I won't be here.What the hell
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Lies.They’re trying to break me.I repeat it over and over in my head, clinging to the words like a lifeline. Ellie didn’t betray me. She wouldn’t.But the more I think about it, the more the pieces start to fit.I remember that late afternoon so vividly—Achilles and I heading home to Valentine’s estate when we ran into her. Ellie telling me our friendship doesn't have to end. Then she invited me to her birthday party.She left us and not so long after, she was offered an ascendants flyer.She had taken it absentmindedly from some stranger. She barely glanced at it before stuffing it into her bag.Was that how it started?Did she go looking for answers? Did she talk too much? Or did she mean to give me away?I press my palms against my temples, squeezing my eyes shut. No. No, this is what they want. They want to plant doubt in my mind, to make me question everything, to break me down.But the memories won’t stop.Achilles had said that we shouldn't mix with human or tell them what
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The bond is silent. Dead silent. It’s been a month since I last felt her—since I last heard her voice in my head, felt her presence like a warm, steady flame in the darkest corners of my mind. But now, it’s just… emptiness. A void that gnaws at me, relentless and unyielding. She’s not dead. I’d know if she were. I’d feel it. But this silence? It’s worse. It’s like she’s been erased, cut off from me, and I can’t reach her no matter how hard I try.The Ascendants have her. I know it. I’ve known it for weeks now. And every second she’s in their hands is a second too long. Achilles and I have been tearing through New Orleans, hunting down every lead, every member of their cursed organization. But they’re loyal to a fault. Too loyal. They’d rather die than give us anything useful. It’s infuriating. Maddening. And the rage inside me is a living, breathing thing, clawing at my chest, demanding blood.Achilles bursts into the room, his face tight with frustration. “Another dead end,” h
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The lab is too bright. Too sterile. The scent of chemicals burns my nose, but beneath it, I can still smell them. The scientists. The assistants. The fear and excitement laced in their sweat as they hover over their workstations, murmuring to each other like this is just another ordinary day in their twisted little world.But it’s not.I know what today is.Today, I watch them play gods.Dr. Kane stands at the center of it all, his gloved hands carefully holding a vial of shimmering liquid—my blood, my DNA, twisted into something unnatural. Something monstrous.I tighten my fists, nails digging into my palms as I watch.“Finalized,” one of the assistants says, voice shaking slightly. “We’re ready for the first injection.”Dr. Kane turns, his sharp, pale features unreadable. “Bring the subjects.”The steel doors at the far end of the lab hiss open, and my stomach knots as I see them—the volunteers.Men. Women. Humans who think they’re about to become something more.They don’t know w
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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
