Semua Bab MARGAUX: Kiss Of Vengeance: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“So, as we all know already… I won the bet, fair and square. Now when do I get the money?”I stopped mid-step at the entrance of the courtyard with the basket I’d spent all afternoon preparing with food.I shook my head with a smile when I heard the chorus of laughter that followed his question. Klaus and these silly bets he played with his friends. They would literally gamble about anything and everything.Although I had no idea that they would be here today. He had specifically asked me to meet him at this time and never mentioned that his friends would be joining us.My heart swelled up with hope.Was he finally ready to tell them about our relationship? It’s been six months and no one knew about us—which I perfectly understood because keeping it a secret was safer not just for Klaus but for my family.It was a huge taboo for a royal blood like him to date a low Omega like me… yet that never stopped Klaus from loving me.I took a deep breath and stepped into the courtyard but the f

I froze, every muscle locking down. The word hung in the air between us like smoke.“Prince Klaus.” I pulled my hand back smoothly, dipping into a curtsy. “I would be honored to have your escort inside. I’m sure His Majesty is waiting.”Klaus stared at me, confusion flickering across his face. His jaw worked like he wanted to say something else, but after a beat, he offered his arm.“Of course, Princess.”I placed my hand on his sleeve, and that electric current sparked again. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and hungry. I forced my breathing steady, my smile serene behind the veil.How was this possible?Five years. Five years of silence from my wolf, of feeling broken and incomplete, and now—now—she decided to wake up? For him?Klaus led me through corridors of white marble and gold trim. His arm was rigid beneath my fingers, tension radiating through every inch of him. I could feel him watching me from the corner of his eye.Stay calm. He can’t know. He can’t possibly—But

|| Klaus ||🪷🪷🪷I was losing my fucking mind, or at least I am dangerously close to that.I’ve been pacing my chambers for the past hour, wearing a track in the expensive carpet my father had imported from the eastern territories. It’s been more than five hours, and I’ve tried countlessly to put my mind at ease, to stop the agitation crawling at my chest, but no matter how many times I tried, I just could not for the life of me stop my mind from drifting back to the woman sleeping somewhere in this palace who wanted nothing to do with me.Margaux.My Margaux.The name repeated in my head like a prayer, like a curse, like the answer to a question I’d been asking for five years.She was alive. She was here. She was fucking real.The whiskey burned going down, but I poured another glass anyway. My third? Fourth? I’d lost count somewhere between replaying that kiss in the hallway and trying to make sense of the impossible fact that Margaux was alive.I collapsed into the chair by the w

I was slightly amused, in a twisted sort of way.The fact that he was so stupid to think that I;d be harboring romantic fantasies about a troll like him was very amusing…but I bit back whatever retort I might have and a smile and kept my face perfectly neutral.Moron.The arrogance was almost impressive.Almost.“Is there anything else, Your Majesty?” I asked, my eyes still fixed on that spot above his head.“No, that will be all.” He waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, wait. I’m having the head of household take you shopping today. Your current wardrobe is…” He made a vague gesture, his lip curling slightly. “Suitable for a provincial Alpha’s daughter, perhaps, but not for my queen. You need clothes that reflect the aesthetic of this court. Something befitting your new position.”I smiled tightly, forcing the words through clenched teeth. “Thank you your majesty for suvh generosity.”“You’re dismissed.”I bowed once more—swallowing the bile rising in my throat—and turned toward the door. E

I looked at him, and something cracked inside my chest at the hope written across his face. The way he waited, breathing hard, forehead still pressed against mine, like my answer was the only thing in the world that mattered.The mate bond hummed between us, alive and insistent, pulling me toward him with a force that felt inevitable. And I couldn’t deny it—not completely. Couldn’t pretend I didn’t feel the heat burning through my veins, the way my body responded to his touch like it had been waiting five years for exactly this moment. Couldn’t ignore the way kissing him felt like coming home and falling apart all at once.But admitting that? Giving him that power over me again?Once before, I’d let my feelings get the best of me. I’d believed his smiles, his whispered words in the dark, his promises. I’d given him everything—my heart, my body, my trust. And how had he repaid that gift?With humiliation. With cruelty. With gold coins clinking in his palm while his friends laughed at h