Tous les chapitres de : Chapitre 1 - Chapitre 10

Sybil’s POVThe doors to the Great Hall opened.Light flooded in, moonlight filtered through towering stained-glass windows with the silhouette of wolves, crowns, and ancient sigils. The sound hits me next. Thousands of voices fell into silence all at once as the traditional wedding march that they adopted after cross-breeding with the humans started playing.So many eyes were looking at me. Judging eyes just because a lot of them don’t know me.I straightened instinctively, spine stiff as a blade, even though my body very much disagrees with this wedding.I walked down the aisle between my parents like some obedient, porcelain bride. Parents whom I’ve known all my life but just met a week ago, after I impulsively decided I wanted revenge against the person who broke my trust and heart.My wedding gown was white and ivory with touches of silver and rhinestones. A corset top fitted tight enough to remind me of every breath I take. A princess neckline that bares my neck and shoulders to

Sybil’s POVThe villa was already alive when we arrived.Servants and guards moved in a graceful blur beyond the villa's main doors. The moment our minivan rolled to a stop, everyone straightened as if pulled by invisible strings.A line formed.Heads bowed.“Welcome, Your Highness.”The voice was warm, feminine, and confident. I looked up to find a beautiful woman with dark hair, probably about my age, standing at the center of them all. She wore no maid’s uniform, just a sleek, long-sleeved dress that marked her as someone important.“My name is Noelle,” she said with a soft smile. “I am your head lady-in-waiting. You must be exhausted from all the rituals today. Would you like something to eat?”Oh, thank goodness!My stomach growled loud enough that I was sure half the guards heard it. I beamed at her, nearly launching myself into her arms. “Yes. Please. I am starving. The last thing I ate was breakfast. I swear the people at the castle were trying to starve me to death!”I was al

Sybil’s POV“What?!” I snapped, taking several steps back. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why would I undress him?”Hunter didn’t look offended.He looked entertained.A slow, dangerous chuckle rumbled from his chest as he watched me retreat like a cornered kitten. “Because,” he said calmly, “he is your husband. I’m asking you to undress him—not fuck him.”My jaw tightened as I listened to him.“He’s drunk,” Hunter continued, voice lowering as he stepped closer. “He can barely stand, let alone do anything scandalous. I just need that vomit-soaked mess off him before the smell makes me the next casualty. I'm just asking for your help because let's be honest, undressing another man is disgusting.”I wrinkled my nose despite myself. He has a point, though.“But,” he added, eyes glinting, “there is a faster way to get rid of that scent.”I narrowed my eyes. “And what would that be?”He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he moved.One step.I instinctively stepped back.Another step.My bac

Sybil’s POVMy brain lagged for a moment.“Mmm!”I shoved Hunter as hard as I could.It was like pushing a mountain.His chest didn’t budge.Rage and humiliation flared hot in my veins.Oh, hell no. If he thinks I’m weak, I’ll show him I’m not!I planted my foot, twisted my hips, and drove my elbow toward his ribs with trained precision, like I always teach my students in my close combat class.That moved him.Not much, but enough.Hunter’s eyes flashed with surprise just as I followed through, hooking my leg behind his knee and shoving his shoulder with both palms. It was a clean MMA sweep, one I’d used countless times in training.He staggered back a step.I tore myself free and jumped away, creating distance between us.My pulse thundered. My lips still tingled from the kiss.“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I snapped, breath coming fast.Hunter straightened slowly, a grin spreading across his face.“Oh,” he said softly, almost impressed. “So the princess bites.”I didn’t answer

Sybil’s POVHunter’s hand remained on my jaw.And I let him.Not only that, I held his gaze, chin slightly lifted in challenge, refusing to be the first one to break.His thumb brushed once along my cheekbone, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the feel of me.“How about we make a deal,” he said.One eyebrow arched. “What kind of deal?”“I stay here with you until the full moon reaches its peak,” he replied. “I won’t touch you. Not unless you ask. I’ll just protect you… in case the others wake up and start searching.” His voice dropped slightly. “There are about three hours left before the peak. If you want, I can keep doing this for the whole seven days.”I studied him carefully.“And what do you want in return?” I asked, already knowing he wouldn’t offer something for nothing.His eyes darkened with quiet intensity.“You think about consummating this marriage,” he said. “Not because anyone forces you. But because you decide to. And when you do…” His thumb traced the edge of