MasukMarcus Blackwood was sent to kill me. He was supposed to get close, earn my trust, and end my life before I ever discovered what I truly am. But neither of us expected the bond, it happened so fast. At thirty, I thought I had everything, being the CEO of my family’s billion-dollar empire, flawless reputation, a future perfectly mapped out. The world saw a brilliant businessman. They didn’t see the nightmares, the struggles for being lonely and sex starved. Keeping the facade of being a perfect son and a perfect CEO. The woman drenched with blood calling my name. The wolves howling beneath a crimson moon. I was never meant to live in the human world. I am the forbidden son of a vampire princess and a werewolf beta,the hidden heir whose birth once nearly destroyed both clans. A living prophecy powerful enough to reignite a war buried in blood. And Marcus? He was raised by the Vampire Elders to obey without question. His mission is simple: Find me. Understand me, and kill me. But the closer he gets, the more dangerous everything becomes. Because he doesn’t look at me like a target. He looks at me like I belong to him. And when enemies begin to crave each other, when assassins hesitate, when fate binds two men who should never touch… War is no longer the greatest threat, but love is..... And if he has to choose between his orders and my life I don’t know if he’ll kiss me… Or finish the job.
Lihat lebih banyakPOV: NoahThe second trial chamber felt different right away, heavier somehow, like the air itself carried old pain. We stepped inside and the door sealed behind us with a low grind. Smoke started filling the space fast, thick and gray. I coughed hard, eyes watering. Then I froze. The smoke cleared and showed me a scene from my childhood that I wished I could forget forever.There I was, small and scared, standing in our old house. Richard towered over young me, face red with anger. He screamed at young Noah for showing weakness after I cried over a scraped knee. His hand flew out, backhanding me across the face. The sting felt so real I touched my cheek, expecting blood. My eyes burned. That slap echoed in my ears even now.Beside me, Marcus faced his own nightmare. A training room with cold stone walls. Elders beat a teenage Marcus bloody for sparing a target’s child during one mission. Blood ran down young Marcus’s face, but he didn’t cry. He just took it, jaw clenched tight. My he
POV: MarcusThe tunnel felt like it went on forever, dark and damp with that earthy smell that stuck in your throat. My side still ached from the silver wound, but I pushed through, one foot in front of the other. Noah walked right beside me, his shoulder brushing mine every few steps. That small touch kept me going more than anything else. Seraphine led the way, her steps sure like she’d done this a hundred times before.When the tunnel finally opened up, I stopped dead. The chamber was huge, circular, with a ceiling so high it disappeared into shadows. Cracked stone made up the floor, pieces shifting under our boots. But what really got me were the walls. Murals covered every inch, painted in faded colors that still popped in the low torchlight. Wolves running with vampires. Hybrids standing shoulder to shoulder with both, fighting side by side instead of tearing each other apart. Families mixed together, laughing around fires. It hit me hard.Everything the elders taught me as an a
Noah’s POV The main chamber felt heavy with old secrets, and torchlight flickered on the stone walls. I stood there, my heart still racing from everything Seraphine had told us. My hands were sweaty as Elara stepped forward and pushed a yellowed, old letter into my palm. The paper felt rough and very soft, as if it could fall apart at any moment. “What’s this?” I asked, voice trembling. “It’s from Mum,” Elara said softly. Her eyes looked tired, not angry like usual. “I found it years ago. Read it.” I slowly unfolded the letter, Marcus right beside me, his shoulder touching mine for support. The handwriting was messy but legible. Mum wrote that the Elders weren’t the true villains. They were merely pawns of something bigger—a nameless, formless creature that had hunted hybrids like us for thousands of years. She said she wasn’t killed in some big fight; she was taken. Dragged away. She begged us to run, hide, and just survive. Tears burned my eyes as I read her words. “Stay safe
Noah’s POV The stone wall had cracked open like it was waiting just for us. I stood there staring at the carving inside the alcove, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My name and Marcus’s name were etched together in the rock, wrapped around that crown of fangs. It looked old, like it had been there forever. My hands shook as I reached closer but stopped short. This was real. All of it.Seraphine stood beside me, her silver hair shining in the torchlight. “The prophecy was never about one hybrid king ruling alone,” she said, voice calm but urgent. “It needs two. You and Marcus, bound by blood and by choice. Together. The Elders twisted the story for centuries to prevent this from happening. They sent Marcus to kill you, Noah. They failed because your bond is stronger than their lies.” I swallowed hard, glancing at Marcus. He stood right next to me, his grey eyes fixed on mine. After everything—the warehouse fight, the collar burning my neck, nearly losing him—I
Kael didn’t hesitate. He moved closer, voice low and rough. “The Elders didn’t send ordinary bloodsuckers. They brought their oldest executioners. The ones who’ve been killing hybrids for centuries. They want this over tonight.” He dropped to one knee right there on the dirty garage floor. His pa
Chapter 7 The gala was a total shitshow. By the time I dragged myself out of the elevator and into my penthouse foyer, my social battery wasn’t just dead—it was buried. Hours of shaking hands with vipers, dodging my family's loaded questions, and trying to shake off that weird, lingering stare fro
The Vale family knew how to throw a party, and it’s very extravagant. A Vale gala was the kind of event people talked about for months after it ended. The kind where politicians, billionaires, celebrities, and investors all gathered under the same apartment, pretending they didn’t secretly hate eac
****** Marcus Blackwood didn’t like surprises. His life had been built around discipline, silence, and control. Every mission had rules. Every step had purpose. Tonight? None of that existed. *********** Marcus stood near the large window overlooking the skyline, he dressed very casual,as he r












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