Todos los capítulos de The Exile's Forbidden Mate: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

I was born in the wrong world. I've believed that ever since I learned the most foolish, most dangerous thing to exist—love.This world, divided into four kingdoms, is ruled by a wizard, a vampire, and a werewolf. Bound by an unyielding law passed down through generations, it dictates that abominations must never exist. That werewolves must never love vampires. And perhaps, that is this world’s greatest flaw. It cares too much about who you love but never about why. As if the why doesn’t hold the weight of entire destinies.Yet, why do I still crave the one thing I am forbidden to have?They say the mind is drawn to what it cannot possess. That there is a seductive whisper in the unattainable, a quiet allure that loud desires cannot match. You may hold everything others long for, yet your heart will always ache for the one thing just out of reach.Maybe it’s human nature—or something darker. The intoxicating thrill of chasing the impossible, the reckless ecstasy of defying the rules. T

My home was eerily silent, the kind of silence that pressed against my skin like a heavy shroud. The loneliness settled in my bones, cold and unshakable. Every time he left, it felt like he took all the warmth, all the laughter, leaving only a hollow ache in his wake. The air became stale, the walls suffocating, and the world outside lost its color.I had only stayed for a few weeks at Nightfall, the place where I grew up. Hidden from the world, concealed even from those who knew my name, my existence here was a secret buried in the town’s whispers. They recognized me in the city center but never knew where I lived. I had begun serving my father again, carefully guarding the truth of our bloodline. I rarely went to the castle. Perhaps it was cowardice, or maybe it was simply self-preservation.Now, I sat on the white sands near my home, my gaze fixed on the sunset. The waves whispered to the shore, and the ocean breeze wove through my long white hair, tangling it like silver threads in

I was fuming when I got back to my house. I savagely threw or destroyed anything within my reach.The hatred inside me grew stronger as I recalled what I saw. Jealousy consumed me. I had been waiting for that kind of look patiently. I had been waiting for years, but even now, I still couldn't get it, and I still couldn't force him to love me. Just a single glance, and I lost again. Defeated once more. All my efforts were wasted again, just to win him over.My hands were covered in my own blood. I could feel that I had been cut by pieces of broken glass from the things I threw. But I didn't feel anything until I allowed them to heal, leaving only the stains of my blood. My chest rose and fell violently. I felt suffocated. I couldn’t breathe properly. I felt the weight inside me until a pair of hands held mine. My lips pressed tightly together as I looked at who it was.I found Azriel. He was seriously wiping my blood with the shirt he had taken off. How long had he been here?Did he se

I can't remember how or when I realized that I had these feelings toward Grimoire Azriel. At first, I admired him because of the stories my father told me about him. Until—until I started seeing him more often. Until I discovered for myself how incredibly lovable he was. I couldn't stop myself from falling for him.How many days has it been, or weeks? Since the last time I saw him after that night. Not once has he come here. And I also restrained myself from going to him. Until one of the things I feared finally happened.They're here. I can't believe they're here! I was too excited to see her. Even though I'm angry at her. Even though I hate her. When I saw the joy in her eyes as I showed her to her room and she saw that pair of police uniforms, I was happy. My eyes welled up with tears. In that moment, I felt the warmth of a mother.I cried when I returned to my room. I don't know when I became this weak, but I forced myself to dry my own tears.Azriel and I haven’t spoken since the