LOGIN“I sat on his lap, my face inches from his, my breath unsteady, his heat pressing against me as his eyes held mine. He dropped the cigar into a tray, leaned in, and his lips almost touched mine, but at the last moment I shifted, pulling back, and his low chuckle rumbled against my skin. “Oh, girl, you do not want to go down that path,” he said, his fingers tracing down the line of my neck until suddenly he stilled, his hand brushing against the tattoo marked into my skin. He leaned in closer, reading aloud in a low voice. “Jareth Gleb.” The name froze the air between us. “That’s… my father’s name,” I whispered, my breath shaky, and the moment the words left me, I saw the shock flash across his face. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me off his lap so fast I stumbled. ” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Paris was born of divine blood, a Zara Spiritborn, daughter of beauty and seduction itself. Her face could stop hearts, her presence could ruin men. After losing her parents, she fell under the rule of her cruel stepmother, Selene, who turned her beauty into a weapon. By day, Paris was a princess. By night, she was the realm’s most desired stripper, dancing for masked Alphas who would pay mountains of gold just to touch her. Betrayed by the boy she loved and sold to Vincent the mad king, unknowingly to pay off a debt, only to discover that this tyrant is none other than her father’s brother. A man whose cruel hands are capable of untold violence and unspeakable desire. But passion bends every law, every taboo. Vincent finds himself falling for Paris is his niece and the only woman he should never desire but yet cannot resist.
View MorePARIS POVThe sun felt warm on my skin as Triss and I walked slowly through the pack streets. Everything looked brighter now. The war was over, and a new peace had settled over the kingdom. Flowers bloomed along the paths, and the air smelled sweet and fresh. I took a deep breath and smiled. It felt good to be outside, away from the heavy sadness in our house.Triss walked beside me, her arm linked with mine. “I still can’t believe Jules is really gone,” she said softly. “No word, no sign. It’s like he vanished into the woods forever.”“He’s not coming back,” I replied gently. “You deserve to move on, Triss. Find someone who makes you happy.”She laughed a little. “Happy? I just want a handsome man to take me to bed. Nothing serious yet. Just… fun. Someone strong, with nice eyes and big hands.”I giggled and nudged her. “What about that tall guard from the north? The one with the curly hair you mentioned yesterday?”Triss made a face. “No way. Too serious. He talks about duty all the
VINCENT’S POV Paris and I sat on the chair Steffon placed before Liam’s bed. We locked our hands together, staring at his still body for a while. Steffon leaned in and whispered. “The council will be waiting downstairs,” “I’ll be with them shortly,” I whispered. He left the room, and the silence returned. Paris’s hand dropped from my arm and settled on my palm. She squeezed onto it, trying to make her trembling hands stable. “What do you think is happening?” She asked. I shook my head. “I have no idea. I just keep hoping he’s not going through pain everyday,” She leaned her head on me and rubbed my arm. “Maybe we should call Lephone. You know…ask her if there’s another way,” “Nahh,” I sighed. “She made it clear to me. The only way he can come back is if he completes his mission,” “And what if that never happens?” I stayed silent for a long moment, the weight of her question pressing down on my chest like stones. The only sound in the room was the faint beep of the
MASON’S POVI walked into the room before cutting ties with Carla. “Thank you, Steffon,” I thanked him, then turned to Carla. “I’ll meet you outside in a few minutes.” She squeezed my arm a little with a smile. Steffon closed the door. I stood at the post for a while, staring at Liam’s still body on the bed. A flower was by his bed side, like one usually placed on a grave. Two more were at the edge of the bed. I dragged a chair noisily down to his bed side and sat. “Hey,” I muttered, fighting tears back. He didn’t respond. And for crazy reasons, it felt weird. Surprising still.So many times, Liam scolded me. I grew up with him hovering about me like a father figure until the day of the big reveal where I discovered Vincent was my father. But even after then, Liam didn’t stop. He’d scold me, yell, correct me, tell me more stories about him, cause they were endless. Every new day came with a new story from his past on what he did and didn’t do. And most of the time, when he
MASON’S POVI stood by the window in my room, staring down at the pack grounds. My father walked slowly with Paris at his side. They laughed about something small, his hand resting gently on her back. The sight twisted something deep in my chest. Jealousy still lingered, but it felt weaker now, mixed with heavy shame. I had caused so much pain. My choices had nearly destroyed everything.A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts. Doctor Carla stepped inside, carrying her bag. She smiled at me, the kind of smile that always eased the weight on my shoulders. "Good morning, Mason. Time for your usual check-up."I sat on the chair close to the balcony and took my shirt off. She moved close and began examining my wounds. Her fingers were gentle as she checked the bruises on my ribs and the healing cuts from my father's beating. I watched her face, feeling warmth spread through me. "Am I not fully healed yet?" I asked quietly. She looked up, her eyes sparkling with teasing. "Fully healed?
VINCENT’S POVMen and women walked across the four corners of the room, each taking on one task or the other to make sure the final result of my attire came out as planned. They were making a cloth from scratch on me, sewing all parts and attaching all required designs to the fabric. All I had to
LIAM’S POV We stopped somewhere along the road to rest after hours of walking. The car Steffon and I came with broke down in the muddy area, leaving us stranded for long minutes.While Paris and Vincent walked ahead, keeping up with each other, Steffon and I remained behind, looking out for them.
SELENE’S POVThe heavy rain was the least of my problems. I stood in the open, staring at the tall gates of Jules city as the rain drenched me. Neither the rain nor the storm could stop the raging thoughts swirling in my head. What exactly would I tell him? How exactly would I get Morgana out?I
SELENE’S POVI left the men who followed me down to Storm riders Pack just to look for Mason to confirm he was dead, because that’s the rumor that followed Vincent’s exit. My search took a while. My first stop was the holding cell. But what was left there was blood being mopped by the workers. I
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