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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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Of course nothing was settled in the many minutes that followed.Wine flowed. Plates clattered.Then the dancers arrived. A break of some sort.A dozen vampire courtesans swept across the marble floor, veiled in silks the color of bruised roses. Their movements were as fluid as falling water, their steps a practiced seduction designed to mesmerize. And beneath the beauty—something sharp. Predatory. Terrifying.They didn't dance as unbridled as the wolves in Vargrheim. Every dance I'd ever been to was filled with energy and madness to the drum beats.I watched, and for a second my chest felt hollow with the sight of it. Something told me they were more than just dancers—they could kill efficiently if need be.Drums here pulsed low. A flute wept a thin, eerie lament.After much apprehension and annoyance on my side, one of the human kings rose, his goblet lifted. “May this be the first of many peaceful dawns,” he intoned, his voice carrying through the music.Unnecessary words.Queen N
The Cursed Alpha’s Daughter CHAPTER NINETEEN
The summit had officially begun.Three human kings out of the seven in the continent entered first, dripping gold and arrogance. Their crowns glittered under the false starlight, each step heavy with centuries of entitlement.I leaned forward in my seat, heart pounding.Humans. Living, breathing humans.Actual kings. I’d only ever seen their faces stamped onto coins or painted in faded tapestries, and now here they were, flesh and bone and breathing the same air as me.Not that I respected them. They were fragile. Soft. Susceptible to sickness, swords, and time itself — and yet they carried themselves like they were gods. The irony almost made me laugh. Depending on us “monsters” to guard their borders, while pretending they were still the first, the clean, the chosen.Behind them swept in the warlocks, seven of the First Tier. Smoke curled from their robes, their eyes burning with that eerie, star-caught glow. I couldn’t help but shiver. These weren’t the hedge witches who sold
The Cursed Alpha’s Daughter CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Vasska mounted and turned his steed after a nod at Elio. He did so with the ease of someone used to being obeyed before he even gave the command.Typical.The vampire officials behind him fell in line without so much as a twitch. Crimson cloaks, black sashes, elegant and cold. Everything about them screamed control.Haha. Inviting.“Isolde,” Ezekiel hissed through clenched teeth, “you can stop now.” He reminded.She was still in her waist pain inducing pose.I laughed out loud this time.I inexplicably felt Isolde shooting me subtle eye daggers.I raised an infuriating brow then turned around. I was still thinking about the way Vasska’s eyes had scraped across my skin like glass—cool, unhurried, and vaguely amused.Like I was interesting in that degrading way you'd find a cat cute.Behind me, Isolde exhaled like someone had squeezed a perfume bottle. Her voice oozed faux sweetness.“Did you see the way he looked at me?”“Who?” I said, deadpan. “The horse?”She bared her teeth, "You
The Cursed Alpha’s Daughter CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"Lord Vasska."I hear Isolde say with a breathy sigh.The steed pawed once at the stone as the figure dismounted with the sort of grace that looked unhurried but deliberate. The kind of grace that said, I'm dangerous.He stepped forward.And the dock might as well have vanished.Everything else did.Vasska.He wasn’t what I expected.Beautiful in the most alarming way.And eyes—gods, those eyes.They went straight through me.Locked on.Unblinking.Undeniable.My breath caught.Not because it was romantic or dramatic or any of the garbage Isolde probably dreamed of when she whispered his name. No. It was because his gaze was too still. Too intent. Like he was reading me—not just my posture, not my clothes or title.Me.Wait.... reading me. Vampires did read minds... right?His gaze was steady and consuming. Curious, almost. But not passive. He looked at me like a hunter catching scent—head tilted, eyes narrowed. Like something he didn’t expect had just washed up shore.《Look away》
The Cursed Alpha’s Daughter CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"What is this I'm hearing about your brother being a thief from the lower quarters, Gio?" Elio inquired sourly.I touch my nose and let out an embarrassed chuckle.We reached the edge of the kingdom before noon.I stood beside Elio, silent. My disguise still half-intact—a soot-smeared face and a tunic I’d wrestled out of some merchant’s laundry. No longer “Gio,” and not quite “Cinder.” Just a guilty in-between thing trying to stay quiet for as long as possible.The crew were already looking at me like I'd betrayed them somehow. The Moon blessed barrier loomed ahead.It shimmered like liquid glass between two black stone obelisks, thin and rippling, distorting the world behind it like heat rising off from a scorching hot day. The divine wall, spun from the magic of old Lunas, tempered by blood, prayers, and the Moon Goddess herself. Its presence hummed through the air like a closed mouth ready to scream.Quinn unslung the velvet-wrapped staff from his back.It looked unassuming—ashw
The Cursed Alpha’s Daughter CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Of course he’d wake up now,” I muttered, staring at the dock like it had betrayed me personally.My gut did a backflip. Then another. Because of course.I swore under my breath. Loud enough to earn a look from the crewman beside me.Was I happy? Yes.Was I furious? Yes also.Leave it to Elio to rise from a coma just in time to ruin my perfect, stolen getaway.Cheers followed, echoing across the waters. Even the seagulls scattered, startled by the sudden storm of voices.I dared a glance.The royal guards parted in reverent formation—an unspoken ripple of discipline—shoulders squared, hands clenched at their sides.And through them stepped Elio Romero.Alive. Awake.And too soon.He moved like nothing had touched him. No beast, no lightning, no coma. Like his body hadn’t once shattered in the forest for a sister the world would rather forget.But I remembered.His gait was measured. Military. His white ceremonial cloak trailing behind him like moonlight soaked in blood.Behind him, Is
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