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The metallic tang of blood lingers on my tongue as I savor the last drop from the bag. It’s fresh, almost too fresh, and I can’t help but wonder which human volunteer it came from. One of the ones they’ll eventually turn into hybrids, no doubt. The thought makes my stomach churn, but I push it aside. I need to stay sharp. Every second counts now.The sound of the cell door creaking open pulls me from my thoughts. Two hybrids step in, their movements mechanical, their eyes empty. They don’t speak, just gesture for me to follow. I comply, my mind racing. Where are they taking me this time? To Sydney, probably. She’s the only one that calls me this way.The hallway is cold, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. The hybrids flank me, their presence suffocating. I keep my head high, my expression neutral. I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. Not yet, anyway.When we reach the room, the door slides open, and I’m ushered inside. The sight before me makes my bloo
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I don’t know how long it’s been.Days, maybe.Time stretches and folds in on itself, each moment blending into the next. The walls of my cell feel smaller, the air thicker. I pace, restless, waiting.The last I heard, the hybrids had been taken down.Achilles and Valentine did what I knew they would.Which means they have my scent now.They’re coming.They have to be.I press my back against the cold wall, exhaling slowly. The anticipation is unbearable. My body aches from hunger, from exhaustion, but I don’t care. All that matters is getting out of here.A sudden buzz crackles through the air.The door to my cell unlocks.I snap to attention as it swings open, and two figures step inside.Arik.And—I blink, caught off guard. "Ellie?"She looks… awful.Pale. Hollow. Like a ghost of the girl I once knew.My stomach knots.What is she doing here?Is she volunteering to be turned into a hybrid too?She shifts on her feet, eyes darting away. She can’t look at me.Arik smirks, stepping f
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The city stretches out beneath me, a tapestry of flickering lights and restless movement.I stand at the edge of the rooftop, hands clasped behind my back, gaze fixed on the streets below. The night hums with life—cars slithering through the veins of asphalt, people moving in clusters like insects drawn to neon fire.And somewhere in the midst of it all—North.Her trail is faint now. Almost gone.Again.A slow breath escapes me. The blood should have been enough to track her. And yet, the scent fades, dissipates into the static of the city. Irritating. But not unexpected.Beside me, Achilles shifts, rolling his shoulders. The wolf form has long faded, leaving him in his human skin, but the tension remains. He is restless. Coiled too tight. A blade waiting to be unsheathed.He hasn't cracked a joke since North was taken.That alone is concerning. I have been too absorbed to check in on him. I admit, I have been wild. Now however when we have her on the tip of our fingers, I allow m
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Mated To Valentine Chapter 98: North's POV
The room is deathly quiet except for the steady hum of the overhead lights.Dr. Kane stands in front of me, his expression eerily calm, as if we’re discussing something mundane instead of the horrors he’s about to unleash."You should feel honored," he says, hands clasped behind his back. "Your blood has done what centuries of failed experiments could not. We have created the perfect army."I don’t react. I won’t give him the satisfaction.His lips curl into a smile, amused by my silence. "In a matter of weeks—days, even—the vampire species as you know it will be wiped out. The old ones, the ones who can’t withstand the sun, will be the first to fall." He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with something close to reverence. "And then all that will remain are your kind—the ones who can walk in the daylight."I clench my jaw, the anger in me simmering just beneath the surface. "You act like I should be grateful."He exhales, as if my resistance is exhausting him. "North, you are the next ste
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The moment we step back into the facility, the silence feels different. Heavier.Pierre and Alex are both breathing hard, their clothes still singed from the fire I unleashed in the woods. My own hands are still warm, like the flames are lingering beneath my skin, waiting to be called again.I glance at Alex—he looks exhausted, but alive. That’s all that matters.Dr. Kane is already waiting for us, standing in the middle of the room with a look of pure fascination. His hands are clasped behind his back, and there’s a glint in his eye that makes my stomach churn.He’s pleased."Remarkable," he says softly, tilting his head as he studies me. "Absolutely remarkable."I say nothing, keeping my expression blank.He steps closer, eyes flicking to the burns on Pierre’s jacket, then to my hands. "Fire. You conjured fire." His voice is laced with something close to awe. "I didn’t even know you were capable of that. Did you?"I didn't know that. Although Valentine always mentioned that I woul
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I can’t remember the last time I felt warm.The cold is constant now, wrapped around me like a second skin. They take my blood, vial after vial, draining me until I’m barely holding on. My head is heavy, my limbs feel like stone. I am slipping—slowly, steadily—into something I know I won’t come back from.And then, just as the last of my strength gives way, the darkness swallows me whole.When next I open my eyes, I am home.Not the sterile walls of the lab. Not the endless nightmare of my imprisonment.Not Valentine's mansion, no.Home.The smell of coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of newspaper ink. Sunlight streams through the windows, painting golden squares across the wooden floor.And there she is.My mother.She’s hunched over the kitchen table, exactly as I remember her—one elbow resting on the surface, her chin propped up in her palm, eyes scanning the pages of the newspaper. She always read the crime section first, always muttered about the world bein
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The weight of guilt presses down on me like a boulder, crushing my chest with every breath. I haven’t been myself since North was taken. How could I be? I failed her. I failed to protect her even after I promised her that the Ascendants or the council would never have her.That night at the club plays on a loop in my mind—the music, the laughter, the drinks. I drank too much. I wasn’t alert even up until Valentine took us home.If I had been sober at that time of the night when she left, if I had been paying attention, maybe I could have stopped her from trying to leave. Maybe she wouldn’t be suffering now.I was too caught up in the drama that I didn't realise that the effect of Mara's words still haunted her. Finn's death, still haunted her.Valentine and I have been tracking her for a week, using the blood of the hybrids to trace her location. The hybrids—creations born from her suffering. The thought makes me sick. Every time I close my eyes, I see her, broken and bleeding, he
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Mated To Valentine Chapter 102: North's POV
"You know, if I die from this, at least carve something dramatic on my tombstone. Something like: ‘Achilles Laurent – Poisoned, but still ridiculously handsome.’”I fold my arms. “How about: ‘Achilles Laurent – Took a poisoned bullet because North got herself captured, and now he’s stuck in bed, whining like a child.’”His lips twitch, but the smirk barely lasts before pain flickers across his face. He exhales through his nose, shifting slightly. “You wound me, North. I’m lying here, fighting for my life, and this is the gratitude I get?”I shake my head, forcing lightness into my tone. “Fighting for your life? Please. Mara gave you enough potions to knock the poison out before we even landed in Paris. At this point, you’re more magic than shapeshifter.”"Shapeshifter is magic.""You get the drift."Achilles smirks, but I can see the exhaustion beneath it. His usual arrogance is there, but it’s muted, dulled by everything we’ve been through. By everything I put him through.I swallo
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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
