All Chapters of A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“You’re his daughter,” he repeated, his voice steady but laced with an intensity that made my pulse spike. His gaze never wavered, and the weight of his words settled like a stone in the pit of my stomach. “Sues only confirmed it for me, but he’ll pay for that betrayal.” His jaw clenched, and I could see the flicker of rage in his eyes, a dark promise of vengeance. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t live through our next confrontation.”The wind howled outside, mirroring the chaos churning within me, and blood pounded so fiercely in my ears that it drowned out any other sound. Everything in me felt like a storm—a whirlwind of fear, confusion, anger, and something dangerously close to hope.“You know I’m an abomination,” I said, voice trembling yet defiant. “You know what I am—what I could do. That I’ll probably bring mass destruction.” My breath caught in my throat, but

But Jason? He wasn’t playing any games. There was no hidden disrespect, no fake flattery behind closed doors. When he recognized me, he did it wholeheartedly. Even if he teased me in private and let me know exactly when I got under his skin, there was an honesty about it, and a respect that felt genuine.We started toward the mansion, and as we did, I noticed a vampire heading toward us with purpose. He was young, by vampire standards, looking as if he’d been turned in his late twenties. His hair was a sandy blonde, cropped neatly, and his eyes were a bright blue that held a glint of intensity, an energy I didn’t see in many vampires. His sharp, square jaw only emphasized his striking features, but there was something else that set him apart: a perfectly groomed mustache, twirled at the ends in a way that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else. On him, though, it somehow worked, like he was channeling some old-world charm no one else had the guts to attempt. I couldn’t help but w

The light witches approached me cautiously, not entering through the French doors but appearing from the shadows on the other side. They’d been training me nonstop for days, testing my resilience and patience, pushing the limits of my powers. Barbie, always efficient, had drilled me on spells and potions, memorizing incantations and identifying herbs, understanding the delicate balance between dark and light magic. She made sure I could distinguish between what was forbidden and what was celebrated. Meanwhile, Fin had taken a more hands-on approach, guiding me in channeling my energy, summoning my power, and holding it steady in my grasp.Smooth, however, was relentless. He spent hours with me, determined to help me uncover the hidden elemental magics he claimed I possessed. “You should have command over all the elements,” he insisted, his gaze fierce. “Wind, fire, water, metal, and earth. They should respond to you.” Wind came naturally to me, flowing through my movements like an ext

I hesitated, fear curling through me like a shadow. I knew what I was capable of—I’d seen glimpses of it, had felt the weight of my power, raw and untamed. “Aren’t you afraid?” I asked, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “Afraid I might be just as dangerous, or worse, than Warren?”Smooth didn’t flinch. “We’ve weighed that possibility. But we’re placing our faith in your light, in the parts of you that hold onto life rather than death.” He lifted his chin, his confidence radiating outward. “It’s decided.”I laughed bitterly. “I’m not blind, Smooth. You don’t have much of a choice, do you? You already know what Warren is, what he’s done and will do. But I’m the unknown. I could go either way. But you think you can turn me to your side, make me your weapon against War.”He didn’t deny it, and I felt a twisted respect for his honesty. At least he wasn’t sugarcoating things, wasn’t trying to coddle me. I hated liars, though I knew my own hands weren’t exactly clean in that regard.Fin grinn

"I didn’t mean to hurt you, Ollivara," he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur. "I may be brutal, even to you, but I’m only being honest. We all have our inner monsters, and they’re both merciless and deadly. But with time and discipline, I’ve learned to control mine. It’s taken centuries." His gaze was intense, sincere. "You’re still so young, and you’re not ready to face that kind of darkness alone."I took a shaky breath, the weight of his words settling over me like a dark cloak. Despite the fury I felt toward him, a flicker of understanding crept in. He wasn’t just trying to control me. He was trying to protect me from a darkness I wasn’t sure I could face alone. But that didn’t mean I was willing to surrender my autonomy, to let him make all the decisions for me. I had to carve out my own path, even if it was dangerous.But as much as I wanted to reject his help, as much as I wanted to hate him for his overbearing ways, the truth was, his fierce loyalty, his undying protectiven