All Chapters of A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The light witches formed a triangle, their movements deliberate and synchronized as they raised their hands to the sky and began chanting in low, melodic voices. Soft, glowing orbs of light pooled around their feet and spiraled upward, intensifying with each whispered syllable. Within moments, a translucent shield of pale gold shimmered into existence, encircling our small group. The air hummed as the ward thickened and expanded, its protection spreading in a wide arc to envelop the vampire forces flanking us.The spells of the light witches infused the space with an almost tangible aura, creating a barrier that gleamed with the promise of protection. It was a spell woven to withstand the heaviest of assaults—one designed not just to deflect physical attacks like arrows or bullets but to repel dark magic itself.Jason's voice cut through the murmuring chants, barking an order in a guttural language unfamiliar to most of us. Yet, instinctively, I recognized the command. “Retreat,” it m

“We’re here, sweety pie,” I said. “Against all odds, we made it!”“You’re still in shock, Ollivara,” he said, his dark sapphire gaze roving over me to inspect any injury, but he was the one who was wounded. He was an alpha male to the bone.I shook my head. “I’m not in shock. I just feel a little high. You have to admit that I was super cool out there. I didn’t even freeze for one second when I saw blood. I didn’t flinch when that nine-foot-tall bear came after me.”“It was a little over four feet tall,” Jason said mildly.I stared at him.“You did well, though,” he added. “But even if you’d frozen or had a nervous breakdown in the heat of the battle, it’d be understandable.”“Thank you for your vote of confidence.” I bit my bottom lip, not happy that he wasn’t too impressed. I cheered up the next second. “I still can’t believe this—that we’re sitting here. I thought we were going to die.”I grinned at him. My heart warmed to him even more, for he’d refused to abandon me and stuck to h

My heart drummed erratically as a sudden vision—a shapeless horror—swirled in the back of my head. It might have something to do with being called Deathroh’s daughter by the dark witches when they hunted me in the forest. But how could Deathroh even have a daughter? Who could he even mate with?I had no idea about my origin, but I couldn’t be a child of the god of Death. There was already enough frantic talk about stopping Death from arriving, since he’d be worse than Sues. He wouldn’t just carry Suess torch. He’d finish the job that Sues hadn’t.Deathroh’s coming would mean the extinction of every life on Earth.I bet humans and supernaturals had been making preparations. And if anyone heard a whisper and thought I was Deathroh’s daughter—Just one rumor had made me a target already. The image of hunters, torches, arrows, and hounds targeting a lone girl like me kept flashing in my mind like a haunting nightmare that didn’t stop.Cold sweat dampened my armpits. Chills climbed up my s

This room stirred up memories of Alpha’s son. The night after he’d had me, he’d brought me to his suite, a place that radiated luxury and privilege. Yet, even when I foolishly thought we had a future, I hadn’t felt like I fit in there.The memory still stung, sharper than I wanted to admit. Not because I harbored any lingering feelings for Asshole—that part of me had died the moment he’d slipped that ring onto her finger. No, the pain was rooted in something deeper. In the way he’d played on my vulnerability, fooled me into thinking I was special to him, only to discard me when it suited him. I’d almost let him stomp on my dignity and self-worth like a stain on his suit.He’d left his cousin to settle me in, and I’d spent the night alone, sleeping on his spotless sofa. A day later, Asshole proposed to my rival, slipping a huge diamond onto her finger. I clenched my fists, remembering that day, how I’d sat on that cold, unforgiving sofa in his suite, surrounded by all his gaudy display

Two vampire guards flanked the massive redwood double doors, their black leather coats glistening in the dim hallway light. Their gazes were sharp, unyielding, and each was as still as a statue. Beside them stood Henry, the cantankerous old butler, guiding a small group of humans toward the entrance—two young women and a young man, all with downcast eyes and subdued postures. Their anxious expressions made it clear they weren’t there by choice.A wave of instinctive protectiveness surged through me. There was no way I’d let them step inside and reach Jason. Without hesitation, I slid between the group and the door, reaching for the bronze knocker to lean on it in what I hoped was a firm yet casual pose.“How’s everyone doing tonight?” I asked with a grin, feigning an easygoing charm.They all stopped, shooting me looks that could have burned through steel. So much for pleasantries.The butler’s lip curled, his eyes narrowing at me. “What brings you here, Lady Ollivara?” His tone was p