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The first thing I notice as I stir awake is a cold, metallic sensation against my lips. A single drop lands on my tongue, and before I can stop myself, I lick it.The hunger hits me like a sudden force – sharp and all-consuming. My body jerks in response, desperate for more, but I force myself to open my eyes instead.An arm hovers above me, pale and steady, with crimson blood dripping from a fresh wound. My eyes trail up to its owner, and my breath catches.“What are you doing?” My voice is raspy, barely more than a whisper, but it’s enough to break the heavy silence.He doesn’t flinch, his expression calm and maddeningly unreadable. “Trying to feed you,” Valentine says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He shifts closer, lowering his arm. “Drink.”The scent of his blood fills the air, intoxicating and irresistible...like cinnamon. I feel my hunger clawing at me, demanding I obey, but I push myself away, pressing my back against the headboard.“No.”His golden eyes darke
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The words Achilles drops before walking off echo in my head, louder than the chatter of the lecture hall. Mated to Valentine? What does that even mean? I barely pay attention as the professor drones on about economic structures. My notes remain blank, my pen idle in my hand. Every time I try to focus, those words creep back in, clawing at my concentration.The professor clears his throat, breaking my reverie. “Miss, uh…” His voice cuts through the fog in my head. “Do you have something to add, or is daydreaming your new specialty?”Snickers ripple through the class, and I look up, startled. Before I can respond, Dorothy pipes up from the back row, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “Maybe she’s thinking about her new boyfriend.”The laughter that follows doesn’t sting as much as I expect it to. For some reason, embarrassment feels like an afterthought compared to everything else I’m dealing with. I slowly turn to her, meeting her smug gaze, and let the first thing that comes
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The door clicks shut behind me, and for the first time in a long time, the silence in the apartment feels too loud. Ellie’s working the night shift, so it’s just me. I flick on the lamp in the living room, its dim light casting long, tired shadows across the walls.Mated to Valentine.The words bounce around in my head like a bad echo. I drop my bag on the couch and sink into the cushions, my hands shaking slightly as I rake them through my hair. "Mated," I mutter under my breath, tasting the word like it’s something foreign and bitter.I’m not sure if I’m supposed to feel flattered or trapped.Grabbing my laptop, I settle into bed, pulling the blankets tight around me. The glow of the screen fills the room as I type into the search bar: What does it mean to be mated to a vampire?The results are… not helpful. A sea of fictional nonsense floods the screen: eternal devotion, undying love, bonds that transcend death. Lovers bound for eternity. My chest tightens. I snap the laptop shu
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“North. North, wake up.”A voice drags me out of the haze of sleep, paired with a persistent tapping on my shoulder.I groan, rolling onto my side, the couch beneath me lumpy and unforgiving. “Five more minutes,” I mumble, pulling the throw blanket over my head to block out the harsh light spilling into the room.The tapping turns into a light shove. “You’ve already overslept. Get up before I pour water on you.”Peeking out from under the blanket, I see Ellie standing over me, arms crossed, looking like she’s barely holding herself together. There’s exhaustion etched into her face, her ponytail loose and uneven, and her uniform rumpled from hours on the night shift.“You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” I say, my voice scratchy with sleep.She raises an eyebrow. “And you look like you’ve been dead for three days.”I chuckle, sitting up and stretching. “Maybe a few more days than three days, don't you think?"A faint smile tugs at her lips before she sobers. “Laugh it up, b
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The library smells like aged paper and quiet desperation—a perfect setting for my current state of mind. I shuffle to an empty corner, cradling a thick book on European history, though I have no intention of reading it. My thoughts are too loud.Achilles’s words play on repeat in my head. You’re not a vampire. If you were, you’d have burned in the sun. And word is spreading that someone like you exists. It’s like a storm that won’t pass, shaking my resolve with each echo.The air in the room shifts, subtle but sharp, like the drop in temperature before a thunderstorm. I glance around. The library is as it always is—students buried in books, murmuring whispers bouncing off the walls. But the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. Someone is watching me.I force myself to focus, flipping through pages I can’t understand. My chest tightens as I tell myself it’s paranoia. I’m just rattled after everything. That’s all.“North Harper?”The voice is smooth, too smooth, and it takes
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I pace my room, every step adding weight to the storm building inside me. My mind won’t stop. It keeps circling back to the same impossible truths: I’m not human. I’m not a Vampire. I’m… something else. Something that shouldn’t exist. I can still feel Elias’s cold, judgmental gaze on me, his words like daggers in my chest. His visit earlier wasn’t just a warning—it was a declaration.The council doesn’t trust my existence. They see me as a threat.I grab the pile of clothes on my chair and toss them into the closet, hoping that the distraction will ease the suffocating tightness in my chest. But the motion feels useless. No matter what I do, my thoughts spiral back to the one person who might have answers. Valentine.I drop onto the edge of my bed and call out to him. I know he won’t answer. Achilles said he never does when he’s with his parents, but the words leave my lips anyway. “Valentine,” I whisper, the sound swallowed by the silence of the room.Nothing.Of course.I stand
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The room is dead silent.My breath comes in shallow bursts, my heart hammering so hard it might explode. Valentine stands in front of me, his back rigid, his entire body coiled like a predator ready to strike.The presence in the apartment is wrong. Thick. Suffocating. A darkness that curls in the air like smoke.And then, the voice slithers through the shadows again."The Sunlit One."My blood turns to ice.Whatever’s out there, it’s not human. It’s not a vampire, either. It’s something else."Stay behind me." His voice is sharp, clipped, his stance widening. He’s not playing around.I grip his arm. "Who is that?""A Shade." His tone is grim. "They hunt for the council."I swallow. "Hunt… as in, kill?"The air shifts. I hear something—no, I feel something moving. Too fast. Too wrong.Valentine barely gets a word out before the lights flicker—then die.The apartment plunges into darkness.Oh perfect, just what I didn't need!My pulse spikes, panic crawling up my throat. I can’t see.
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The drive is silent. Each moment passing like a blur, yet slowed down so I can get reasonable thoughts together, and in good time.The night presses against the windows, swallowing us in darkness, but I barely notice. My thoughts are too loud, crashing into each other like waves in a storm. The scent of burned shadows still lingers in my nose, the memory of that thing—shade, Valentine called it—clawing at my mind.Ellie.She’s going to think I’m dead.I left her behind.The apartment was a wreck. The window shattered, the living room torn apart. She’s going to come home and assume the worst—that someone broke in, that I was taken, that I was killed.My chest tightens. I should have left a note stating that I was okay and in good hands. Heck, told her there was a break in and I've gone to stay with a friend for a while.I swallow hard, staring out the window. The city blurs past, but my reflection stares back at me, hollow-eyed and furious.Valentine doesn’t say a word. He grips the s
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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
