Chapter: Chapter 68: “Upstairs, Disaster. Downstairs, Disaster. Everywhere, Disaster.”Julian's heart ricocheted in his chest for the hundredth time since Darling Sinclair arrived. She wasn’t someone he could refuse. Her words held actual weight and she was as much of a pain as the Old President Sinclair. He had to tread lightly with her. So, who could blame him for what he did next? Julian plastered on his most dazzling customer-service-approved smile, bowed with flair, and said, "Please, this way, Miss Sinclair." Clarisse Dubois, Vincent’s mother: "..." She sputtered for a few seconds, drawing enraged breaths. Julian avoided her eyes like a man with high-grade self-preservation lotion. But it couldn’t be helped. Who let Darling Sinclair be more important than Clarisse in Chairman Sinclair’s heart? In the grand, messed-up hierarchy of Vincent Sinclair’s world, the mega-star aunt with a direct line to the Sinclair family fortune outranked the perpetually disapproving mother. It was just facts. He was leading Darling upstairs when the rapid steps of the others s
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Chapter: Chapter 67: Aunt Darling“Enough!”Clarisse barreled between the two women and shoved Zoe back as if she carried a contagious disease.Her tone dripped venom.“Leave. Her. Alone. You dare lay your filthy hands on my daughter?”Zoe stumbled back, chest heaving, a clump of blonde hair clutched victoriously in her fist.Chloe scrambled away, her own scalp stinging, her designer dress twisted and torn at the shoulder. The illusion of the perfect heiress was utterly shattered.Clarisse's glare on Zoe could melt skin from bone if allowed. Zoe, however, was entirely unbothered.Clarisse then turned her wrath on the true targets of her fury. Her eyes, cold and sharp, landed on Helena and Harrison Grant.“And you,” she sneered, her voice dripping with a lifetime of condescension. “Look at the son you raised. My daughter fell for your son and lowered her prestige by going public with this engagement in great fanfare, yet here he is dragging his trashy ex-girlfriends around at his own engagement? Is this what your famil
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Chapter: Chapter 66: Pulling Hair and SlapsChloe Dubois pressed the phone to her ear so hard the plastic creaked, her body turned away from the dying remnants of her engagement party.The ballroom was a ghost of its former self—a few stunned waiters, scattered rose petals, and the glaring evidence of a scandal.Her voice was a venomous hiss. “Is she SPIDERMAN? What do you mean you ‘lost her through the window’?”The voice on the other end sputtered, a mess of excuses about “unexpected resistance” and “the drug not working fast enough.”“Useless,” Chloe cut in, her voice dropping to a deadly calm. “All three of you. You couldn’t handle a drugged, defenseless girl. And you call yourselves professionals. She jumped through a window on the 22nd floor? Is that possible?Fools.” She hung up without another word.Forgetting her usually put-together self, she kicked and stomped in the air, imagining she was doing it to Isabella’s face as she did so.When she stopped, her breaths came in short, frayed gasps. Chloe’s mind spiraled, her
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Chapter: Chapter 65: Zoe the Faithful Hell Hound The cab idled at the curb, its engine a low, impatient grumble that matched Zoe Finn’s mood perfectly. She tapped her freshly manicured nails against the window frame, her gaze fixed on the hotel’s glittering service entrance.“Two minutes, Bella,” she muttered to the night air. “Then I’m coming in there. And I am not being nice about it.”Two minutes bled into five.The muffled orchestra from the ballroom seemed to taunt her.The laughter of departing guests, the swish of expensive gowns—all of it was background noise to one fact:Isabella still hadn’t answered.Her text sat unread.Her calls went straight to voicemail.A cold knot pulled tight in Zoe’s stomach. Isabella could shut down emotionally, sure—but she would never ignore her. Not after the humiliation with Vincent. Not after the confrontation with Zachary.“...if he so much as breathes wrong—text me. I’ll tase him.”Her own joke echoed back at her like an omen.“Enough,” Zoe snapped, throwing open the cab door. “Wait here.”
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Chapter: Chapter 64: Stupid Gentlemanly ThoughtsA tremor rippled through Vincent’s arms.Isabella kept holding his gaze—glassy, pleading, trusting—and something inside him snapped like overstretched thread.He inhaled sharply.“I'll call—” he started, but her lips brushed his jaw.Just a whisper of contact.Soft. Desperate.He clenched his jaw and stayed still.Then her lips brushed his.A soft, trembling press.Tentative. Burning. "Boss..."And something in him unraveled—Vincent’s resolve shattered.He surged forward, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was hard, hungry, and utterly helpless. His tongue plunged past her parted lips, tasting the faint, cruel bitterness of champagne mixed with her innate sweetness. He devoured her, like a man starved after a lifetime of famine. The cold water pounded down on them, but he felt only the heat of her body arching into his, her drugged whimpers vibrating directly against his soul.He tried to surrender, but an incessant, stupid gentlemanly thought plagued him: 'This is wrong. Rossi isn
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Chapter: Chapter 63: Well...All that Cold Water did NothingVincent stepped out of the steaming bathroom, towel slung low around his hips, water still dripping from his hair and rolling down the hard planes of his torso. The suite was dim, lit only by the desk lamp’s warm glow.He froze.There was a faint scrape outside the window—a hesitation, a shift of air—then a muted thump against the carpet.His posture changed instantly, shoulders going rigid, gaze snapping toward the window. That window should’ve been locked. Only an idiot or a threat came in from outside.One step forward was all he managed before a figure spilled through the open window and landed in a heap on the floor.A woman’s figure.She rolled, tried to catch herself, failed, and ended up kneeling on the floor.Her head lifted.“…Chairman…?”His secretary blinked up at him, dazed, pupils huge, hair tangled and dripping sweat, dress hanging off one shoulder where the fabric had torn.Vincent stared at her, shock slicing clean through his usual control. “…Rossi?” He'd thought he
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The Cursed Alpha’s Daughter
"They said the Alpha’s heir was a son. They lied."
Wolfless. Worthless. A walking curse.
Cinder Romero has spent her life as the shadow twin—blamed for her mother’s death, ignored by her kingdom, and promised like livestock to a man she despises. But when an ancient monster breaches the barrier and leaves her brother near death, Cinder is thrust into the role meant for him: envoy to the Vampire Kingdom of Erevar.
Except no one knows she was the firstborn.
Or that something terrifying and powerful woke inside her that night.
Sent across enemy borders to a dark academy where vampires, fae, warlocks and monsters walk the halls, Cinder must navigate court politics, whispered legends, and the devastating attention of the Vampire Prince—a beautiful, cruel enigma who might want her dead… or worse, want her entirely.
But nothing is as dangerous as the man she’s betrothed to.
Zulu smiles like a lover and schemes like a villain. And he’s not just waiting for her return—he’s hunting for what’s inside her.
The academy may teach her how to fight.
But only the truth will set her free.
A cursed heir. A forbidden magic. A love that could ruin kingdoms.
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTThe brass double doors creaked open with a groan so old it sounded alive. I stepped inside after my two new… friends(?) and instantly regretted breathing so freely. The air was thick with dust. I could see the dust—actual floating specks turning lazily in the faint light leaking in through tall windows like suspended snow. But beneath that, beneath the dry parchment scent… …there was something sharper. Colder.Like iron left too long in the frost. Every hair on my neck stood. It was darker than I expected. Low lanterns flickered like tired fireflies — not nearly enough. You’d think a library would want you to actually 'see' what you’re reading. Behind the front desk sat… a bald-headed, shrewd-looking goblin. Ah. That explained the lighting. A quick sweep of the room caught sight of more goblins perched on long, creaking ladders, shelving books twice their height with the grim efficiency of undertakers arranging coffins. Goblins thrived underground — pale skin, large eyes,
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN“See, lesser shifters — Kitsunes, Panthers and werecats, Werebears, Weremice — were never given a House to begin with. Not because they’re rare, but because they were never considered a full ‘Great Race’ worthy of a sigil.”I glanced at Yasha with a brow raised.She only shrugged.Apparently I was the only one offended somehow.Either that or this was a truth so old it was practically furniture here.Rurik kept talking, now walking backwards as if giving a lecture tour, hands carving shapes in the air.“So! At Bloodwright, they exist under a special system: THE FERAL MERIDIAN. The ‘non-House’ House. A seventh faction not counted among the Great Houses.”“The Feral Meridian,” I echoed.But I still didn’t get it.Even goblins and dwarves had Houses.Why not lesser shifters?I asked him exactly that.Rurik’s voice dimmed, the lightness draining out.He dropped his gaze. Dodging my eyes.“Well, during the Fading Accord, lesser shifters were blamed for:• espionage• theft of magical relic
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXThe moment we stepped back into the main corridor, I opened my mouth to ask Vasska what was next——but a sound froze me in place.A familiar jingling.Soft, bright and musical. Like tiny little bells threaded together.My body reacted before my brain did. I spun around so fast my hair whipped over my shoulder.I blew my bangs up.Vasska stopped walking too, frowning when he realized the footsteps behind him had vanished.“What—” he began.Then he followed my stare.Ahead, near a row of tall arched windows, walked a girl I never thought I’d see again.Yasha.Yasha— the fox-blood girl from the Summit.Same glowing brown skin, same golden bangles threaded through her hair, catching light and singing gently with every step. She held a stack of books to her chest, laughing at something the boy beside her said.I almost didn’t recognize her. Her braids were now gone, replaced with flowing wavy brunette hair. Her robe flew behind her at every confident step— dark navy trimmed with the Erevar
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEBehind the doors was a room that could have passed for a throne chamber.Bookshelves rose two stories high, packed tight with volumes whose spines were stamped in gold. The light from the windows filtered through panes of blood-red glass, washing the floor in a soft, sinister glow.Everything smelled faintly of parchment and iron.Behind a carved mahogany desk sat a man I instantly disliked.His hair was a peppered grey, perfectly combed, and his eyes—sharp, cold—glinted just like Korra’s.Of course.“Prince Vasska,” he said, voice smooth but heavy, already appraising. “And the wolf.”My jaw clenched.Vasska inclined his head slightly. “Headmaster Veldane.”So this 'was' Korra’s father. Wonderful.Veldane’s eyes cut to me. “So this is the queen’s new project.” He looked me up and down, the way one might inspect a stain. “You’re smaller than I expected. I suppose that’s to your advantage. Fleas thrive in tight spaces.”Ah. So the family resemblance wasn’t just physical—I had no doubt
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR“I forget you don’t know anything,” he said, tone clipped. “Bloodwright is home to the six great Houses. Well—five now. One’s been... excluded for centuries. Since the founding of Bloodwright, actually.”“Why? What houses?”“House Howl.” His gaze flicked toward me. “Yours.”I stopped walking. “Mine?”“After the war and the first Alpha’s death, they unanimously agreed not to let a werewolf gain entry. So, werewolves have been excluded for centuries.”His tone darkened slightly. “My mother sending you here is a political strategy. She’s using her new daughter-in-law to prove vampire dominance—and to placate the Concord by re-including wolves… while keeping one firmly under her control.”I blinked, absorbing that.“The thing is,” he went on, “after the wolves retreated behind their barrier, the world moved on without them. Greater and faster than they expected. They’re the only race that hasn’t had a voice on the Concord Council since the Fading Accord, three hundred years ago. Bloodwrig
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEThe morning didn’t come fast enough.I was already awake and trying to straighten the clothes I was wearing when I heard the click of the door.My body reacted before my mind did. I shot up so fast the chair nearly toppled over, smiling like an idiot—like a dog whose owner just came home.When I realized, it was a little too late.Vasska stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. His eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he was holding back a laugh.I quickly wiped the smile off my face and crossed my arms. “You’re late.”“I didn’t know you’d be… so eager,” he said dryly. His gaze slid down to my uniform. “You slept in that?”“Did you forget you 'forcefully' brought me here with only the clothes on my back? Laundry service here isn’t exactly open after midnight.”He didn’t comment. Instead, he reached into his coat and tossed me an apple. It landed neatly in my palm.“Breakfast,” he said.I looked down at it, then up at him. Strangely, I noticed it wasn
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