Vampires and Werewolves? Yeah, they don’t mix. Vampires think they’re superior. Werewolves can’t stand their arrogance. But when Hunters come for both clans, there's only one choice—team up or die trying. As the Alpha’s sister, Aritzea is stuck working with her enemies—the same people who killed her father. And to make things worse? She’s paired with Lucian, the irritatingly lazy, frustratingly charming Vampire Prince who just can’t seem to keep his fangs off her. Oh, and apparently… he’s her mate.
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"Ugh!" I woke to a dull throb of pain in my head and the cold bite of metal against my wrists and ankles. My mind was as foggy as a forest before dawn, but as my vision cleared, I finally noticed my surroundings. I was bound, shackled in some dark, musty room that reeked of dampness and rot. Where was this? I was utterly confused. The last I remembered was of me leaving early from a party with Selene and her friends with me leaving early. Then how the hell had I come here? My first instinct was to shift into my wolf form, rip these chains apart and find my way back home. But when I tried, I felt nothing. I just realised, my wolf was completely silent, a dull ache where she should have been. At once, I panicked. How was this possible?! What had they done to me? I tried again, more desperately this time, trying my best to summon my wolf from wherever she was. But no matter what I did, it was like reaching into a void. My wolf was gone! The door creaked open and a sliver of light cast on the ground. Two figures entered the room, their faces shadowed by the light behind them. "She's awake." One of them grunted. He stepped forward, revealing a rough, scarred face. I narrowed my eyes, snarling at them despite my panic. "Where am I? What do you want?!" The man just chuckled, a cruel and twisted sound. "You'll find out soon enough, girl. Get her up." The other man, taller and leaner, came forward and grabbed my arm, yanking me to my feet. My feet had been numb and almost buckled under me, but I forced myself to stand, biting back on the pain. They dragged me down a narrow, dimly lit corridor. And as we got closer, the sound of voices grew louder, a crowd buzzing and alive with excitement. The narrow corridors made me feel like the walls were closing in on me and I was being led to my execution. Finally, they shoved me through a set of doors and bright lights assaulted my eyes. I squinted to adjust and when I saw where they'd taken me, it did feel like my execution. It was an auction hall. I had attended a few with my brother so it wasn't unfamiliar. However, this particular one seemed like a twisted, horrifying version of one. The grand room, the elegant chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and the velvet drapes lining the walls all seemed right. But there was something completely wrong with it that took me a minute to find out. The people. The crowd was a mix of well dressed men and women wearing glamorous masks. But the mask did nothing to hide the hungry gleam of their eyes that made my skin crawl. I was being sold. I could feel bile rise to my throat, anger flaring inside of me and before I knew what I was doing, I lunged at the nearest person— the scarred man standing at the edge of the platform. My chains clanged noisily as I moved. I had honestly wished to rip his brains out of his head but my strength was gone and I could only manage a scratch on his face. The man roared in fury, his fist coming down hard on my cheek. Pain exploded across my face and I staggered, tasting blood in my mouth. Damn this fucker! I braced myself for another blow but it never came. "Not too much damage," the taller man said, grabbing the other man's arm before he could strike me again. "She's got to look pretty for the buyers." His words made me feel sick and I glared fiercely at the both of them. "Fucking bitch!" The man I had scratched muttered as he pulled me forward roughly, forcing me onto the center of the platform. "We shall begin the bidding for this beauty…" The auctioneer started the bidding, his voice sickeningly greedy. I didn't care about the numbers he rattled off but displaying me for sale like a piece of meat. Unbearable! Oh, they better hope I never meet them when my wolf comes back. They're all going to meet their maker.b6 I lowered my head, listening to them bid eagerly. Their gazes fell on my skin and without even looking I could sense the twisted emotions in their eyes as they looked at me. Suddenly, I felt another gaze. Stronger, more intense than any of the others. I could feel the pure interest the owner of the gaze held towards me. Unable to hold myself, I looked up, my eyes moving past the crowd to stare at a distance. I couldn't see anyone, but I could feel the person's amusement clearly from their gaze. At this moment, "Bam!", the auctioneer's hammer fell with a thud and I looked away. I was sold. They pulled me off the platform and led me down another series of corridors. The men I had scratched seemed more eager now, his scared face flashing me a sickening grin. "You're in for a treat, girl," he sneered, leering down at me. "Your new master loves to try out his goods before he takes them home. But don't worry," he added, his voice dripping with mockery, "we'll make sure you're nice and ready for him." I looked back at him defiantly, the only thought in my head other than disgust was me ripping his head off. However, reality was quite disappointing. I was so weak that I couldn't even struggle and was dragged into a lavish room. Clearly, it had been prepared for the so-called master's 'pleasure'. And if the scareed man's leer wasn't enough, the massive bed draped in rich, dark fabrics was all the evidence I needed to know why they had brought me here. I felt a push behind me and I fell onto the bed. Before I could even attempt to resist, I felt a sharp sting in my arm. I looked down just in time to see the man withdrawing a syringe, a satisfied smirk on his face. "This should do the trick," he said, laughing. "Just relax and enjoy the ride cause you'll be begging for it soon enough. He'll be here soon." From his words, I knew what he had infected me with— an aphrodisiac. As they left, I couldn't help the sneer that formed on my lips. These damn idiots. It would never work on me. Although my wolf was still not responding, my werewolf blood made it impossible for me to have. A reaction to whatever they had injected me with. I hid a knife I had slipped from those bastards behind me as I waited for the so-called master to come. Minutes dragged by slowly and finally, he came. I looked at the man who walked in, my gaze wary and alert as I watched his every step. "Oh, you're still awake. How impressive!" He chuckled coarsely. He stepped closer, so close that I could feel the nauseating smell of alcohol on him, his hands reaching out to touch me. I gripped the knife, waiting for him to get close enough so I could finish him off with one strike. Closer.... Closer.... Closer... And as I made to stab the knife in his direction, a loud crash from outside made me freeze. He also froze, his head snapping towards the door. I looked up, and then I saw.....Lucian’s POV“They’re all within—”Armand's voice droned on in the background talking about someone's scandalous gossip, something I'd usually be interested in—but now, I couldn't bother.My foot tapped the marble floor in sharp, impatient bursts. Something was wrong. I scanned the crowd again for the thousandth time. Still was no sign of her.She’d said “just a second,” mouthing it like it was nothing. But it had been too many seconds, way too many.“Lucian,” Armand said, finally noticing how irritated I seemed. “What's wrong?”“Aritzea.” My voice was already flat as I stepped away. “She shouldn’t take this long.”He didn’t stop me.Because he knew something was off. She wouldn’t vanish mid-assignment. Not without a reason. And not without alerting someone—especially me.I cut through the crowd, ignoring the murmurs that followed. Eyes trailed after me like shadows. I didn’t care.I stretched my senses, feeling—not listening—for her. The world around me dulled, became something dista
Aritzea’s POV I’ve fought rogue wolves with death wishes even killed a manic vampire who ran about with his fangs out. But getting slammed into a wall by a stranger at a fancy party? That’s new.The impact knocked the breath out of me, and for a second, my head rang with a high-pitched whine. I blinked hard, refusing to drop, my nails already lengthening as my claws slid halfway out.The man lunged again, and I met him head-on, slamming my forearm into his throat. He staggered, not enough to satisfy me, but enough to buy a breath. I twisted, planting my heel into his gut and using the momentum to shove him off. He grunted but didn’t stagger far, and the moment he hit the floor, he was already back up.A smile quirked his lips. Unnerving fucker.I didn’t wait. I launched forward—he ducked, I pivoted, claws grazing his side. A flash of blood bloomed red against his shirt. He hissed.“Sloppy,” I muttered.He grinned wider. I didn’t like it. The urge to claw the look off his face grew i
Aritzea POV If I had a coin for every time someone looked at Lucian like they wanted to eat him, I’d be richer than half the damn bastards in this room.And that was saying something.I leaned against the pillar, arms folded, pretending to look like any other perfectly bored bodyguard—but my gaze never strayed far from him. Lucian moved through the crowd like a wolf in a ballroom of sheep, equal parts disinterest and magnetism, oblivious to the way people stared like he was the second coming of something sinful.He wore black, of course. Not just any black. The kind of black that swallowed light and gave it nothing back. Tailored within an inch of its life, cut sharp across his broad shoulders and tapered to his lean but powerful frame like sin personified.The silver buttons at the cuffs gleamed whenever he moved, and his dark hair had been slicked back, a few dark strands falling rebelliously over his forehead, leaving his sharp jaw on full display.Naturally, the entire room was
Lucian's POV The gala was in full bloom by the time I stepped inside. Gold lights washed over glass walls and polished floors, painting everything in warm, expensive hues. Laughter swirled in the air, backed by the soft clink of glasses and the occasional hum of a quartet buried somewhere near the balcony. It was all textbook perfection—the kind of atmosphere built to distract. But my eyes were keen tonight. “Lucian!” Gideon’s voice boomed across the entrance, loud enough to momentarily silence the chatter around him. “You actually came!” He strode over with his usual cheer, arms wide like he was greeting a long-lost brother. His suit was a shade too bright, his cologne sharp enough to sting the air, but his grin was genuine — or practiced well enough to pass. “I did,” I said smoothly, fixing a deep gaze on him and daring him to wrap his filthy hands around me. He shivered and put his arms down. But then, he leaned in. “I wasn't exactly sure you'd come. Didn’t think galas we
Aritzea’s POVRejecting Lucian offer to be his plus one to the gala didn't bother me at all. It wasn't like I was loosing sleep or feeling overwhelming guilt over it.No, not at all.However, now standing in front of the mirror, tightening the last button on my jacket, it didn’t feel so smart anymore.I stared at my reflection critically — black tailored blazer cinched at the waist, slim trousers pressed so sharply they could probably cut someone, black button-up shirt tucked in clean and perfect.My hair was pulled into a sleek bun at the back of my head, a few wisps framing my face just enough to look effortless, not messy. Minimal jewelry. No nonsense.I looked like I could strangle someone with a silk tie and not wrinkle a single thread.Good. That was the goal.I smoothed my hands down my jacket but my brain... had other ideas.Because suddenly, all I could think about was Lucian. I could already picture it — him walking into the gala with ‘her’ clinging to his arm.I didn’t know
Lucian’s POVIf there was an award for the most unbothered man before a high-stakes gala, it should have my name engraved on it by now.Or maybe not. I twirled the silver pen between my fingers, leaning so far back in my chair that all it would take was one nudge and I'd go sprawling down to the floor. And honestly, it was tempting.Perhaps the floor would be an easier alternative than the reality of what I was about to do: asking Aritzea to be my date for the gala.As it turned out, I was excellent at avoiding that. Two weeks and I hadn't said anything. We talked about the gala a few times, yes, but I hadn't asked her to be my escort.But the gala was tonight, and there were only so many hours left to stall.I stared at the ceiling like it might offer a solution.Little spoiler: it didn’t. I exhaled a breath, sharp through my nose. I wasn’t nervous. Lucian Vaughn did not get nervous. I was...strategizing.
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