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Chapter 98: North's POV
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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
Last Updated : 2025-02-26Mated To Valentine Chapter 101: Achilles' POV
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
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"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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The moonlight spills across the grand field, bathing the land in an ethereal glow. From the balcony, I can see the staff moving below, their silhouettes shifting through the dark as they work. The hum of the mowers fills the silence, steady and rhythmic, grounding me in the present when my mind keeps trying to drift elsewhere.Achilles.I won't lie, I'm very terrified for him.His condition worsened earlier. His breathing turned shallow, his skin burning hot with fever, and for a terrifying moment, I thought—I close my eyes and exhale slowly. It’s just the potions working, I remind myself. Mara said this would happen. His body is fighting, purging the last remnants of the poison. He just needs time.But time feels like a cruel thing right now.My fingers grip the iron railing, the coldness biting into my skin. My thoughts shift, moving from Achilles to something just as unsettling. The Council.They’ve requested to see Valentine and me.I don’t know what they want, but I can guess.
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The Council chamber is grand like I remember, but the atmosphere inside is anything but welcoming. Heavy silence lingers as Valentine and I take our seats, eyes boring into us from all directions. The ancient vampires seated in a semi-circle before us exude authority, their expressions unreadable.Valentine's parents aren't with us here. He mentioned earlier that they had more pressing business to attend to in Rome.I scan the room until my gaze settles on Alex who sends me a wide grin and a discreet wave.He looks better. Stronger. When I last saw him in the Ascendants’ labs, he was a breath away from death. Bones jutting from his skin, barely conscious, his body ravaged by starvation and experiments. But now, he looks… different. Bigger. His skin has regained its pallor, his muscles more defined. His pale eyes no longer carry that hollow, haunted look.Luther, his father, stands beside him, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. “I owe you my son’s life.” His voice is heavy
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Achilles leans back against the headboard, arms folded, eyes alight with mischief despite the pain still evident in his face. His usual smirk is in place, the one that makes it seem like he’s perpetually amused by everything and everyone. North is sitting at the foot of the bed, cross-legged, engaged in conversation with him. And me? I’m standing by the window, watching both of them, listening, absorbing."You know," Achilles drawls, tilting his head slightly, "for an ancient council full of supposed wise men, they’re remarkably dim-witted. Took them this long to realize the Ascendants were a bigger threat than this one here." He gestures toward North with his chin.North scoffs. "Gee, thanks. What a compliment.""It’s a fair assessment," I say, smirking. "But they’re ancient, Achilles. So is their wisdom."North bursts into laughter. "Oh, that’s rich! My love, did you just call them outdated in the most poetic way possible?"Achilles snorts. "He did. And it’s true. Bunch of relics
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It's a bright day. The sun is high in the sky, scorching even, beating down on me like I'm in an oven. The sky is bright blue, the clouds form beautiful patterns. You know, those kind when the sun hides behind the clouds, creating a kind of halo. Like the movies, one would expect the weather to take a hint and not be pretty. One would expect rain and gloom to match the atmosphere. We're back in Valentine's estate, standing over a newly dug six feet hole. Down below is where Achilles is to lay forever. His casket is still open and hasn't been put into the grave yet. I stare down at him. He's too still. He's too quiet. He's too pale. He's too dead. He'd always seemed so... invisible. When he trained me, he was the best fighter. Under Valentine's control, he was a weapon. He didn't seem like someone that could die. No, not Achilles. Strong people don't deserve to be put down so easily. I half expect him to jump up with a 'boo' and a self satisfied smirk, telling us how he
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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
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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
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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
