All Chapters of A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“You’ve offended me on three counts, witch,” Jason said. “First, you dared to use compulsion on me again after you failed to seduce me the first time. Second, you interrupted my date with Lady Phia. It took me a century just to secure a first date with my Bride.”My throat tightened, and mist covered my eyes. Oh my gods, this was the first time he’d ever acknowledged me as Phia, the new version of me. It indicated that he was open to the changes in our relationship and wouldn’t hold on to the past that had haunted him. That was a huge step for an ancient vampire who had witnessed the rise and fall of all kingdoms as merciless time eroded them one by one. On top of that, he’d declared me as his in front of everyone.I was the Vampire King’s Bride! Not the trash the shifters had taken me for and sneered upon. I might be vain, but how Jason had just established my status in public, even in front of my enemies, meant the world to me.“And second,” Jason continued.“It should be third now,

Diane turned to Patrick, her eyes filled with questions she didn’t dare voice aloud. The weight of their unspoken conversation pressed heavily in the air, a silent exchange charged with emotion. Patrick met her gaze, and for a moment, his usually steady composure faltered. He looked torn, his inner conflict etched across his face. I could see it, feel it, and more importantly, I understood it.Patrick wasn’t just any shifter. He was a prince among them, the younger sibling to the Alpha King himself. His lineage was a crown of both privilege and burden, a role that carried expectations he could never escape. Now that his brother had ascended to the throne, Patrick was next in line, the heir apparent to a kingdom that demanded unwavering loyalty.But if Patrick chose to side with me—if he openly aligned himself with vampires, with Jason and me—he would be branded a traitor to his kind. That was a line he could never uncross, and the consequences would be devastating. His name, his honor

I strode toward Victoria, the soft fabric of my dress whispering with each step. I could feel the weight of my shiny necklace resting against my collarbone. Damn. I should’ve taken it off and handed it to Jason for safekeeping. What if I lost it in the fight? Too late now. Running back to him would only make me look weak, and that wasn’t an option. Instead, I’d make sure Victoria never got her hands on it. To irritate and unnerve her, I swayed my hips as I approached, my lips curling into a savage grin. When her hateful eyes locked on mine, I raised my fingers in the shape of a gun and aimed them right at her.Victoria snarled, her expression a toxic cocktail of venom, hatred, and white-hot jealousy.“That hussy’s ass is mine!” Diane’s voice thundered behind me. She charged toward BJ like an unstoppable force before I could grab her.Princess BJ met her head-on, rushing forward like a bull seeing red. They collided in the center, an explosion of fury and raw energy.Our vampire forces

“Oh my gods. Did you all hear those cheesy lines?” I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “He really has no clue what I’m made of.” I let out a soft chuckle, glancing first at Jason, then at my friends who were standing nearby, all of us watching the Alpha King with a mix of disdain and amusement. Slowly, I turned back to face him, my expression hardening. “You think you can just waltz in here, bringing your army and big guns to hunt me down, while whispering honeyed lies in my ear like they’ll make me roll over?” I let out a bitter laugh. “I didn’t even show you my belly when you exercised your authority over me in the shifters’ territory. You locked me up like a criminal, and not once did I submit. While I was in that cage you so kindly placed me in, I showed you exactly what I’m made of. I would rather rot in that cell than bend the knee to you. You chained me. You starved me. Seven days. Seven days of hell, and not for a single fucking second did I break. I never bowed to you. N

Half of the shifters erupted into their animal forms—a blur of fur and teeth—and charged across the battlefield toward us. The vampires, their eyes gleaming with predatory intent, surged forward to meet them, their movements like shadows coming alive. The two forces collided with a deafening roar, an unstoppable clash of power and fury, like waves battering against cliffs during a violent storm.White and Faerry closed ranks around me, their movements fluid and precise as they formed a protective formation. Each fought with unrelenting ferocity on either side of me, their blades, claws, and powers holding back the relentless wave of shifters. Most of the attackers had fixed their sights on me—the prize in this chaotic battle—and two dozen of them surrounded us, tearing through their enemies to reach me. Oldy, however, saw his chance amid the chaos and came straight at me, his expression promising an easy victory.He was wrong.With a flash of my sharp vampire smile, I sidestepped his