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Chapter 91: North's POV
Mated To Valentine /Annabelle Writes
The lab is too bright. Too sterile. The scent of chemicals burns my nose, but beneath it, I can still smell them. The scientists. The assistants. The fear and excitement laced in their sweat as they hover over their workstations, murmuring to each other like this is just another ordinary day in their twisted little world.But it’s not.I know what today is.Today, I watch them play gods.Dr. Kane stands at the center of it all, his gloved hands carefully holding a vial of shimmering liquid—my blood, my DNA, twisted into something unnatural. Something monstrous.I tighten my fists, nails digging into my palms as I watch.“Finalized,” one of the assistants says, voice shaking slightly. “We’re ready for the first injection.”Dr. Kane turns, his sharp, pale features unreadable. “Bring the subjects.”The steel doors at the far end of the lab hiss open, and my stomach knots as I see them—the volunteers.Men. Women. Humans who think they’re about to become something more.They don’t know w
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Chapter 92:
Mated To Valentine /Annabelle Writes
The cell is suffocating.The air is stale, thick with the scent of damp stone and my own misery. The walls press in around me, their silence louder than any scream. Days—or weeks, I can’t tell anymore—have passed in isolation. No one comes. No one speaks. It’s just me.Me and my thoughts.And they are louder than the silence.Finn’s face haunts me. His voice lingers in the corners of my mind, whispering accusations I don’t have the strength to deny."You did this, North!""You got me killed!"I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my fists against my temples as if I can keep his ghost away. I know he wouldn't ever think that, but my guilt manufactures his voice louder.I deserve this.Maybe this is what justice looks like. Maybe this is my penance.I inhale sharply, trying to push down the weight in my chest, but it’s crushing, suffocating—And then I feel it.A pull.A thread of something warm and alive cutting through the darkness."Valentine."I don’t think. I don’t hesitate. I reach f
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Chapter 93:
Mated To Valentine /Annabelle Writes
The drugs make everything sluggish.My limbs are heavy, my mind fogged, my bond with Valentine—dead silent.Since I got hold of Valentine, I’ve tried to reach him again but the connection is blocked. The damned drugs block everything when I'm overdosed.But I have one last chance.One last weapon.My mind.If I play my cards right, I can help him find me.What I thought was a curse turns out to be a key to my escape. The hybrids they’ve been creating are made from my blood. If Valentine gets a taste of their blood, he can track me. Achilles had mentioned it once, saying Valentine had a rare gift, a power over blood itself.That’s my way out.But I can’t get a message to him. Not directly since my mind is blocked.I need someone who can.I need someone stupid enough to think I’d betray Valentine.Arik, for example.The door creaks open, and the sound alone makes my stomach tighten.Arik steps inside, wearing his usual pristine white coat, gloves, and that ever-present sneer of disdai
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Chapter 94:
Mated To Valentine /Annabelle Writes
I don’t mean to fall asleep.But the moment my body touches the cold, hard cot, exhaustion swallows me whole. The weight of everything—the drugs, the pain, the hopelessness—drags me under.I dream of nothing.For the first time in weeks, my mind is silent. No whispers, no chains pulling me toward Valentine. Just stillness.When I wake, I know something is different.The haze is gone.I blink up at the dim ceiling, my limbs lighter, my head clearer.The drugs.They’re not in my system anymore.I sit up too fast, my head spinning, but the realization keeps me grounded.They’ve either forgotten to dose me or—they want me lucid for now.Either way, I don’t waste time.I reach for the bond.It’s there.Open.A sharp breath escapes me, my pulse roaring as I push through the connection, shoving past the barriers that once held me back.And then I call out to Valentine."Val!"His presence slams into me like a storm.But he’s wild.Unhinged.A hurricane of chaos and fury, burning through my
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Chapter 95:
Mated To Valentine /Annabelle Writes
The metallic tang of blood lingers on my tongue as I savor the last drop from the bag. It’s fresh, almost too fresh, and I can’t help but wonder which human volunteer it came from. One of the ones they’ll eventually turn into hybrids, no doubt. The thought makes my stomach churn, but I push it aside. I need to stay sharp. Every second counts now.The sound of the cell door creaking open pulls me from my thoughts. Two hybrids step in, their movements mechanical, their eyes empty. They don’t speak, just gesture for me to follow. I comply, my mind racing. Where are they taking me this time? To Sydney, probably. She’s the only one that calls me this way.The hallway is cold, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. The hybrids flank me, their presence suffocating. I keep my head high, my expression neutral. I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. Not yet, anyway.When we reach the room, the door slides open, and I’m ushered inside. The sight before me makes my bloo
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Chapter 96:
Mated To Valentine /Annabelle Writes
I don’t know how long it’s been.Days, maybe.Time stretches and folds in on itself, each moment blending into the next. The walls of my cell feel smaller, the air thicker. I pace, restless, waiting.The last I heard, the hybrids had been taken down.Achilles and Valentine did what I knew they would.Which means they have my scent now.They’re coming.They have to be.I press my back against the cold wall, exhaling slowly. The anticipation is unbearable. My body aches from hunger, from exhaustion, but I don’t care. All that matters is getting out of here.A sudden buzz crackles through the air.The door to my cell unlocks.I snap to attention as it swings open, and two figures step inside.Arik.And—I blink, caught off guard. "Ellie?"She looks… awful.Pale. Hollow. Like a ghost of the girl I once knew.My stomach knots.What is she doing here?Is she volunteering to be turned into a hybrid too?She shifts on her feet, eyes darting away. She can’t look at me.Arik smirks, stepping f
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Chapter 97: Valentine's POV
Mated To Valentine /Annabelle Writes
The city stretches out beneath me, a tapestry of flickering lights and restless movement.I stand at the edge of the rooftop, hands clasped behind my back, gaze fixed on the streets below. The night hums with life—cars slithering through the veins of asphalt, people moving in clusters like insects drawn to neon fire.And somewhere in the midst of it all—North.Her trail is faint now. Almost gone.Again.A slow breath escapes me. The blood should have been enough to track her. And yet, the scent fades, dissipates into the static of the city. Irritating. But not unexpected.Beside me, Achilles shifts, rolling his shoulders. The wolf form has long faded, leaving him in his human skin, but the tension remains. He is restless. Coiled too tight. A blade waiting to be unsheathed.He hasn't cracked a joke since North was taken.That alone is concerning. I have been too absorbed to check in on him. I admit, I have been wild. Now however when we have her on the tip of our fingers, I allow m
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Chapter 98: North's POV
Mated To Valentine /Annabelle Writes
The room is deathly quiet except for the steady hum of the overhead lights.Dr. Kane stands in front of me, his expression eerily calm, as if we’re discussing something mundane instead of the horrors he’s about to unleash."You should feel honored," he says, hands clasped behind his back. "Your blood has done what centuries of failed experiments could not. We have created the perfect army."I don’t react. I won’t give him the satisfaction.His lips curl into a smile, amused by my silence. "In a matter of weeks—days, even—the vampire species as you know it will be wiped out. The old ones, the ones who can’t withstand the sun, will be the first to fall." He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with something close to reverence. "And then all that will remain are your kind—the ones who can walk in the daylight."I clench my jaw, the anger in me simmering just beneath the surface. "You act like I should be grateful."He exhales, as if my resistance is exhausting him. "North, you are the next ste
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Chapter 99:
Mated To Valentine /Annabelle Writes
The moment we step back into the facility, the silence feels different. Heavier.Pierre and Alex are both breathing hard, their clothes still singed from the fire I unleashed in the woods. My own hands are still warm, like the flames are lingering beneath my skin, waiting to be called again.I glance at Alex—he looks exhausted, but alive. That’s all that matters.Dr. Kane is already waiting for us, standing in the middle of the room with a look of pure fascination. His hands are clasped behind his back, and there’s a glint in his eye that makes my stomach churn.He’s pleased."Remarkable," he says softly, tilting his head as he studies me. "Absolutely remarkable."I say nothing, keeping my expression blank.He steps closer, eyes flicking to the burns on Pierre’s jacket, then to my hands. "Fire. You conjured fire." His voice is laced with something close to awe. "I didn’t even know you were capable of that. Did you?"I didn't know that. Although Valentine always mentioned that I woul
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Chapter 100:
Mated To Valentine /Annabelle Writes
I can’t remember the last time I felt warm.The cold is constant now, wrapped around me like a second skin. They take my blood, vial after vial, draining me until I’m barely holding on. My head is heavy, my limbs feel like stone. I am slipping—slowly, steadily—into something I know I won’t come back from.And then, just as the last of my strength gives way, the darkness swallows me whole.When next I open my eyes, I am home.Not the sterile walls of the lab. Not the endless nightmare of my imprisonment.Not Valentine's mansion, no.Home.The smell of coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of newspaper ink. Sunlight streams through the windows, painting golden squares across the wooden floor.And there she is.My mother.She’s hunched over the kitchen table, exactly as I remember her—one elbow resting on the surface, her chin propped up in her palm, eyes scanning the pages of the newspaper. She always read the crime section first, always muttered about the world bein
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26
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