All Chapters of Mated To Valentine : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The morning sunlight creeps through the cracks in the blinds, dragging me reluctantly out of sleep. I groan and bury my face deeper into my pillow, but it’s no use. There’s a loud knock on my door, followed by my roommate’s voice cutting through the silence.“North! Get up! You’re gonna be late, and I’m not covering for you again!”I groan louder, hoping she’ll take pity and leave me alone.Instead, Ellie bursts into my room, a whirlwind of energy in her pajama shorts and oversized band tee. She’s holding a steaming mug of coffee, which she promptly sets on my nightstand.“Good morning, sunshine,” she says cheerfully. “Or should I say, good almost-afternoon?”I peel an eye open to glare at her. “You’re way too chipper for this early.”“It’s literally 9 a.m.,” she counters, yanking the covers off me. “What’s your excuse this time? Up late reading smutty romance novels again?”“No,” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. The events of last night flash through my mind—the graveyard,

I feel my body slam against the ground, cold and unyielding, but the pain feels distant, like I’m trapped in a fog. I can’t move, but I’m still here, barely. The world around me is dark, and the only sound is the faint rustle of the wind and a distant growl.Then I hear it.“Snowflake… You have to wake up.”The voice is familiar, achingly so. My mother.“Mom?” I croak, though I don’t know if I’m speaking or just thinking it.“You have to wake up, snowflake. Now!” Her voice is urgent, tugging at me like invisible hands trying to pull me back from wherever I am.But something else pulls me deeper. A sharp, piercing pain at my neck again—teeth sinking into me. It’s different this time, harsher, as if draining what little life I have left.I’m slipping further into the abyss when something cold and thick touches my lips. A drop at first, then more.Instinct takes over. I grab what feels like a wrist, and the moment my fingers wrap around it, I press it closer. The liquid is… electric, i

"No, no, no, no!" The man is terrified and something in me begs to stop, but there's a burn in my throat that needs to be sated.His hands drop from the mower and he makes to run, but I'm behind him in a flash and I grab him by the shoulder.“Please!” he yells, his voice cracking. “Help! Someone, please help!”Saliva drops from my mouth on to his neck, and I can see his veins pulsating.Just a sip, I tell myself. Just a little sip.The other staff nearby drop their tools. They freeze, staring, but none of them step forward. They're scared, I realise. I should be too, but I'm too far gone to even think.My grip tightens, and the burn in my chest intensifies. I can’t focus on anything else. I open my mouth, ready to sink my teeth into his neck—A hand clamps down on my shoulder, hard, and I’m yanked backward with so much force that I slam into the ground. The gardener stumbles away, running like his life depends on it. It probably does.I blink, dazed, expecting Valentine’s cold stare

My eyes snap open, and I immediately regret it. I’m lying on the floor. My back aches, my neck feels like it’s been twisted in five different directions, and my legs are all pins and needles. I don’t even remember falling asleep.It’s dark now. How long have I been out? I groan as I push myself up, stretching out the stiffness in my limbs. The discomfort that came with sleeping on the ground suddenly disappears, and I'm left feeling brand new.Soft breeze hits my face, and I notice my window is still wide open from two nights ago.Dragging my feet, I head over to close it, but I pause when something catches my attention. Across the street, sitting on the curb with his legs casually stretched out, is a man.No. Not just a man. Him.Even from up here, I can feel Valentine’s presence like an icy breath on my neck. His golden eyes glint when he tilts his head to look at me, and that smirk of his—the one that feels equal parts teasing and terrifying—takes over his face.“Not going to come

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