All Chapters of The Vampire King's Virgin Mistake : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

70 Chapters

Chapter Sixty One

“You are doing that thing again,” Mina says calmly from the doorway.Warmth unfurls quietly through my chest at the sight of her.Dr Mina Santiago stands there balancing two mugs of coffee while watching me with knowing amusement. Dark curls pinned carelessly atop her head. Oversized cream sweater slipping from one shoulder. Soft grey scrub pants hugging long elegant legs.Beautiful. Comfortingly familiar. Fifteen years of friendship and eight of those years bound by blood.Long enough that I no longer remember what my life felt like before her.Mina steps into the office and nudges the door shut behind her with her hip.“You have that face again,” she says suspiciously as she crosses toward my desk. “The one that says you're obsessing and probably plotting something medically unethical.”“I have never done anything medically unethical.”She sets one mug beside me and gives me a look.“Amanda.”“I document everything thoroughly.”“That is not the reassuring statement you think it is.

Chapter Sixty Two

Grace’s POVSunlight spills softly through the tall windows of the suite, washing the room in muted gold.For a long moment I simply lie there beneath the sheets, warm and boneless with satisfaction, listening to the silence around me.Or rather… feeling it.Max’s arm remains wrapped tightly around my waist even in sleep, heavy and possessive. His head rests against my breasts, dark hair spilling across my skin while one powerful thigh remains tangled with mine beneath the sheets.Two weeks ago I would have been horrified to wake up like this.Now I find myself tracing my fingers through his hair while fighting the stupid smile trying to creep onto my face.Somewhere along the line this arrangement has stopped feeling temporary.That realization should probably alarm me more than it does.This had only been meant to last a few days. A dangerous affair with a powerful man. Something reckless. Physical. An escape.Instead we somehow ended up here.Two weeks.Not that I am complaining. T

Chapter Sixty Three

There’s something about the way Damon had looked at that message, and what he said afterward. It unsettles me.I glance toward the closed bedroom doors.“Does he need to be woken?” I ask quietly.Damon’s eyes flick briefly toward the room before returning to me.“No. Nothing that cannot be handled, Miss Grace.”The answer is smooth. Effortless. Entirely unhelpful.I narrow my eyes slightly. His response sounded suspiciously rehearsed.I do not press the issue. Damon is... reliable. Unshakable. I have seen he and Max interact in ways that have had me wondering about the dynamics of their relationship. This goes beyond employer and employee. Max obviously trusts him completely.I move toward the door, pausing briefly beside him.Up close Damon is enormous. Broad shoulders. Dark suit perfectly fitted. The sort of man people instinctively move aside for in hallways.And yet despite how frightening he can appear, he has never once made me feel unsafe.Quite the opposite.“I’ll be back afte

Chapter Sixty Four

I freeze mid-step. The weight of Lady Audrey’s stare pins me in place like a butterfly to a board. Her voice is crisp, aristocratic. Laced with an accent that screams old European wealth and generations accustomed to power. Those pale blue eyes do not merely look at me. They are assessing. Dissecting. Judging. Damon shifts his considerable frame half a step. He positions himself with practiced subtlety between us but not quite blocking her view. The woman’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow arches a fraction. The venom in her expression doesn’t fade. It settles deeper like poison finding a vein. Damon’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. “Miss Montoya was just returning to her duties. If you’ll excuse us Lady Audrey.” But she doesn’t move. Instead she takes one elegant step closer, the scent of something expensive and floral wafting toward me. Every instinct tells me this woman is dangerous. I feel it immediately now. The strange pressure surrounding her. The unnatural stillness ben

Chapter Sixty Five

Max’s POV I wake to silence. The kind that tells me the room is empty before my eyes even open. Grace is gone. For a moment I remain still, staring at the ceiling while the last remnants of sleep loosen their hold on me. I close my eyes briefly and inhale. Her scent still saturates the room. It lingers across the pillows, beneath the sheets and against my skin itself. I can still taste it, that impossible sweetness in her blood that leaves me stronger than any feeding has in centuries. My body feels rested. Sharpened. Alive in a way my kind should not feel. Dangerous. She is becoming dangerous to me in ways no enemy has ever managed. I sit up slowly, letting the sheets fall to my waist. Three hours. Perhaps less. The sleep is shortening. That should please me. It means I am adapting to her blood. Or rather my body is learning how to take what it needs without surrendering entirely afterward. Still I do not like the vulnerability. I like even less that I do not regret it.

Chapter Sixty Six

Audrey is not so subtle. The insult glides beneath her polished tone like a blade wrapped in silk. To anyone else it might sound like concern. Courtly caution. Loyalty to the crown. But I hear the accusation hidden beneath every carefully chosen word. I always do. Centuries seated on a throne teaches a man to hear what is not spoken far more clearly than what is. She knows Grace is human. I can smell that realization on her already. But pride will not allow her to admit that someone she considers beneath her could capture my attention...let alone keep it. The realization disgusts her. Worse... it unsettles her. Because Grace should not exist within my orbit like this. Not untouched. Not protected. Not sleeping in my bed while still carrying a human heartbeat inside her chest. And being human means she should not be alive. The only logical explanation then being foul play. Alchemy at work just like with my father and mother. The old accusation. The old stain.

Chapter Sixty Seven

By the time Damon returns, Grace has gone already. I remain exactly where she left me. One arm is stretched along the back of the sofa while the events of the last hour replay slowly through my mind. The kiss had only lasted seconds before restraint disappeared entirely. One moment Grace had been pressed against the suite doors trembling beneath my mouth. The next I had her straddling me against the edge of the living room sofa, my hand tangled in her hair while she shattered around me hard enough to leave bite marks in my shoulder trying to stay quiet. Frenzied. Desperate. Nothing controlled about it. Afterward she remained curled against my chest beneath the blanket for nearly an hour, unusually quiet while I traced idle circles against her spine. Thinking. Processing. I knew better than to force the conversation. The experience of witnessing my power for the first time can be overwhelmed. Push too hard and she might flee emotionally, if not physically. That is not something

Chapter Sixty Eight

Amanda’s POV I have never liked airports. Too crowded. Too loud. Too many heartbeats moving in every direction all at once. Usually I avoid it entirely. Private travel whenever possible. Remote roads when necessary. Anonymity is easier that way. But today even the noise cannot distract me from the growing unease beneath my ribs. Mina notices as always. “You are doing the face again.” I glance sideways at her while adjusting the sleeve of my coat. “I have no idea what you mean.” “The brooding one.” She gestures vaguely toward me while balancing two coffees and somehow still managing to look effortlessly elegant at five in the morning. “Very gothic. Very tragic heroine standing on a cliff waiting for the sea to reclaim her.” “I hate that you speak to me this early.” “And I love you too darling.” Mina grins smugly before handing me one of the coffees as we continue through the terminal. Dark curls spill over the collar of her coat today, her mouth still pink from the lip glo

Chapter Sixty Nine

Alex’s POV The city below my office windows glows silver beneath the early morning rain. Traffic crawls through the streets in muted ribbons of light while distant thunder rolls softly somewhere beyond the skyline. Normally I find the sound calming. This morning it only sharpens my restlessness. I stand near the windows with one hand tucked into my pocket while the other turns a crystal tumbler slowly between my fingers. Untouched. The amber liquid catches the dim light from the office lamps but I have long since lost interest in drinking it. My attention remains fixed instead on the folder lying open across my desk. Council Inquiry - House Matesson Lineage. Even the title irritates me. For centuries my sister has existed as rumor. A carefully buried possibility hidden beneath noble discretion and strategic silence. Very few knew mother survived childbirth. Fewer still knew she had birthed twins. A surviving Sancta was already unprecedented. A surviving Sancta who delivere

Chapter Seventy

“Because your bloodline remains among the oldest surviving branch outside the throne itself.”Ah. There it is again.Contingency. Succession. Containment.Subtle enough to maintain plausible deniability while still testing my reaction.Pathetic.“You overestimate my interest in political opportunism” I replied calmly.“Do we?”Another voice this time. Lord Cassiel Rothadam.Audrey’s father.Cassiel Rothadam. Son of Elias Rothadam and heir to one of the oldest hybrid bloodlines still in existence. Fortunate enough to have successfully created a pureblood female before the ban, a circumstance that later elevated his house far beyond its peers. He eventually took her as his wife, and Audrey inherited much from that union. Strong blood. Noble standing. Enough purity that her house has spent centuries polishing her into a future consort candidate.Unlike his daughter, Cassiel rarely wastes words unnecessarily.“The Council requires stability” he said evenly. “If the throne becomes comprom

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