MARKED BY THE VAMPIRE PRINCE

Lucian POV Desperation. Greed. Filth. The stink of these three was as pungent as always in a place like this. This auction was always a place for people who delighted in the darker pleasures of life. From vampires to humans and the occasional supernatural oddity, they were all the same— vying for their next new toy. I clicked my tongue in disdain, leaning back into my seat, barely paying attention to the latest round of bids. It was all so..... boring. Ah, it seems I have to find a new place. The auction hall had lost its luster to me. It was all the same faces, and the same twisted games. Terribly repetitive, there was no fun in that. "We shall begin the bidding for this beauty...." A new item had probably been brought on to the platform and the buzz of the crowd heightened. It seemed as if a new, more twisted sense of excitement had been injected into them. I tilted my head, a bit curious despite myself, and then, I saw her. A beauty indeed. They dragged her o

Aritzea’s POVFuck! Why hadn't I killed him?!Why did I let him off with just a scratch?!Aritzea Duval, this is the most disappointing thing you've ever done!With every step I took, my anger grew. Sure, I had managed to snap the heads of those men who had tied me up in that hell hole, but that wasn't enough. Not even close.I should have killed him too. I had the perfect opportunity. One move and I'd have snapped the head off the damn bastard. Instead, I had so foolishly left him with just a little scratch.The thought of him lingered and I tried to shake him off my head. It was over and there was nothing I could do. But, his figure kept appearing in my head. His touch, his voice, the way he made my body react against my will— it sent a shiver down my spine. His wanton chuckles and his breath against my skin.... I despised it all. But my wolf seemed to disagree with me. I suppressed the weird feeling growing inside of me.Gosh! Stop thinking about him!The lights of our estate fin

Lucian POV "There's an invitation... from your father" I paused, my work suddenly interrupted by Armand. "Here." I stretched out my hand and he gave me the invitation— a ridiculously fancy thing with a bright seal. I could tell where the invitation was from without even opening it. The Vampires Association. I sighed, slitting open the envelope and unfolding the letter. With a flick of my wrist, I opened it. The words were formal, filled with unnecessary flair; A grand event bringing together vampires, blah blah, foster diplomacy, yadda yadda yadda. "It's a waste of time," I remarked casually, scrunching and tossing the letter into its rightful place— the waste bin. "I'm not interested. Tell him I'm not coming. You can choose between sending a text message or writing such an elaborate reply. Have fun." My words were quite clear but Armand, being himself, pressed on. "It's a significant event, apparently. Your father's words, not mine." I raised a brow, leaning back into my ch

Aritzea POV I was still fuming by the time I left the banquet with my brother. The nerve of that damn vampire—walking up to me like we were old friends, then leaning in close as if… Damn! The smirking vampire had somehow managed to make a fool of me without even trying. He had teased me—played with ne like a cat toying with its prey—and I'd just stood there, frozen like an idiot. I should have punched him. Right there! ‘Or at least done something’, I thought bitterly. I'd had never let anyone get the upper hand like that. Not vampires, not even my stubborn brother. Yet that infuriating vampire had made me feel...off balance. And worse—my wolf wasn’t helping! Every time I thought of his smug, lazy smile, there was a flicker of something, something I didn't want to acknowledge. It wasn’t just anger. It felt like a pull, maybe. Something primal. And this little whore that was my wolf kept bringing back the thought of him— his scent, his voice, the way he— Nope, stop. Absolutely no

Aritzea’s POV I stormed through the hallway, my brother's words still stinging in my ears. He could handle it? I didn't have to do anything? He didn't trust me. He didn't think I could handle it despite everything. I was a powerful werewolf, not just his baby sister, but his protective stance annoyed me greatly. It was almost like he was implying that I was incapable. Damn! My fist shot out at the nearest thing—a wall, slamming against it. I sighed in frustration, almost shifting into my wolf form on impulse. No. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing while this was going on. If Thorne wasn't going to let me in on the problem, there was someone else I could go to. Elma. If anyone could help me, it was her. My initial urge to shift into my wolf form and sprint through the trees was replaced by a more practical plan. I paused, clenched her fists, and stomped back upstairs to grab the keys to my motorcycle. For now, I couldn't just wolf out whenever I like. Sometimes, being h