Vendetta: Rise of the marked hybrid. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter 2Jasmine's P.O. V"Mum, what is going on? Talk to me, Mom!” I shuddered with fear and anger. My mom held me in place with her hands wrapped around me. "Let's get out of here, Jasmine. It's not safe.” She said, trying to pull me away, "No, Mum, I need an explanation. Why is Dad tied up and accused of being a traitor?” I asked with visible horror and wide eyes.“Listen to me,” she said, cupping my cheeks. “Your dad is not a traitor, he never will be.” She said calmly with tears brimming her eyes.“That was not my question, mother. Why is Dad up there on the stage?” I asked with fury and tears threatening to fall.“I'll tell you when we leave here. Let's leave.” She said, gripping my arms. "No, Mum, we have to save Dad. He will be beheaded, and you are telling me to leave. I can't, you can go on ahead, but I won't leave Dad.” I said firmly with tears falling down freely this time.Just as I turned around to look at Dad, Andre slashed through his neck with no trace of emotion

Chapter 4 Andre's P.O.V.Sweet, succulent, and addictive were the only words my brain could register at the moment. I wanted to stop, or maybe I don't; it doesn't matter anymore. I was already vulnerable. All other details around us fade away the moment I close the distance between us.My body and mind no longer felt like my own. The mate bond power over me was overwhelming. I kissed her like a starved animal, and it didn't end there. My hands were moving all over her body, one groping her round breast, while the other was making its way in between her thighs.“Andre” she said breathlessly, in a broken moan.My tongue was filled with the metallic taste of copper. I didn't realize that I had bruised her lips with my fangs, and my claws were visible.Something was burning me up from inside; it's more than the mate bond. Lust.I pulled back, hovering over her. She was panting, and a trace of blood stained her lips. I need to stop this madness.But the look on Jasmine's face was intoxica

Chapter 6Jasmine's P.O.VI ran into the darkness with my heart thumping hard in my chest and fatigue threatening to cripple my already wobbly legs . But I didn't give up, giving up means death, and I'm not ready to die now, not until Andre's head rolls in front of me. I took a quick glance over my shoulder to check if I was being followed, but there was no sign of a wolf or anyone. That didn't mean I was safe. I ran faster into an unknown direction. Ignoring the thorns and sharp edges of leaves that pricked me, I ran like my life depended on it. Obviously it did.It's only a matter of time before they catch my scent and capture me. I could feel my legs getting weak; my limbs are already sore from all the running, but I can't give up now, not with that thumping of feet and the rustling of leaves I just heard. Giving up is not a choice.The early morning air sank into my bones, sending goosebumps across my skin. I shivered and gasped from the cold, my tattered dress doing nothing to s

Chapter 8Andre's P.O.V.It's the weekend; my parents went to their annual visit to the orphanage home. Rosita was in her room having a sleepover with her new friend Jasmine, while I and Julia were making cookies. I had agreed to taste her cookies after she blackmailed me. She just finished putting the first batch of cookies into the oven. When it was time to remove them from the oven, we couldn't find the oven mitts, so she went to the garage to get new ones.The scent of burning cookies filled the kitchen. “Why was she taking too long just to get a hand muffin.” I wondered.I poured a bottle of non-alcoholic wine into a glass and strolled to the back of the house. On reaching the garage, I noticed a slight movement in the pool, so I walked to the pool. The sight in front of me cut the air to my lungs, and the glass on my hand slipped, shattering against the floor. Everything froze as my mind struggled to accept what I was seeing. Julia's life slipped away from her body, and the mov

Chapter 10 Jasmine's P.O.V. I jolted awake, heart hammering against my chest, cold sweat of horror on my brow as my hair on my forehead clung to my skin. I exhaled sharply and blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. He still terrifies me. It's the recurring nightmare that I have been having for some time now. And yes, the dream is always about Andre. The dream always starts with his sharp, long teeth plunging into my neck. We are worlds apart, but he still haunts me in my dreams. It only a matter of time before I get my revenge, only a matter of time. I repeated in my head, getting up from the bed. It's been five years since my dad's death, but time has done nothing to quench the fury within me; if anything, it has become more potent and darker. My mum, who leads her witch coven, sharpened my grief into something lethal. Every day, I undergo hellish training, from combat to strong incantation spells. As the days went by, bruises covered my skin.