All Chapters of Throne of Desires: My uncle, My sinful mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PARIS POVI woke up gasping from my own scream.The dream was the same as always, a look of my father's face, pale and broken, reaching for me before it fell away into the dark. And then she was there. Selene. Wrapping her arms around me and her lips close to my ear. She was whispering the words that bound me forever."You belong to me now."I woke up suddenly, sweat dripping down the small, bare skin of my back. My room was quiet except for the bear of my heart. My mother died when I was six.Too weak, the healers said. Alpha Jareth my father remarried almost right away. He married Selene. She smiled at me sweetly then, called me her little dove. But within few years, Father was gone too. And from that night on, the house became a prison.Selene’s house. Selene’s rules. Selene’s lies.And me? I was her tool.At first, it was the parties. She would dress me up and have me sing or dance in front of her guests. I hated the way their eyes followed me, heavy and greedy. I hated it more

PARIS POVI pressed the warm fabric to my tender eyes and began to pack, whispering to myself that perhaps the trip would help me forget Mason. Of course, I knew the truth. The only reason I was going was because Selene had ordered it, and whatever awaited me at the end of this journey was never going to be anything I agreed to.So I took my trunk downstairs and there she was, Selene, wearing her usual black dress, her familiar red lips with Lily standing next to her, quiet and observant as always.Lily reached for my bags and comfortably took them without saying a word, and Selene commanded that I hop in. But just as Selene and Lily moved to follow, a voice cut through the morning air, and my heart stopped because it was Mason. He came from the shadows like he had been waiting, his face pale, his eyes restless, and he said he wanted to join the journey. Selene attempted to block him, her body tense with rage, but he did not relent. He stood there speaking words I couldn’t hear, and

Paris POVThe hall didn’t go silent for me.I had already heard the truth long before Liam spoke it out loud.I had known Selene was selling me.I had known I was walking into a monster’s hands.What I hadn’t known was whose blood ran in his veins.Or that the man I had loved was standing on the wrong side of it.My uncle.“Everyone out!”The sound shook the room. Guards dropped to their knees. Servants ran for the doors. Only a few of us were left, Vincent, Selene, Liam, Mason, Lily and me. The doors closed hard, the echo ringing in my head. I could barely stand; my hands were shaking.Vincent stood where he was. He did not speak. His hands were clenched at his sides, and the air around him felt thick, as though his control was the only thing holding the room together.For the first time since I had met him, something cracked beneath his stillness. His breathing was slow but uneven, and his jaw was set so tight that a muscle jumped along his cheek. His eyes were fixed on nothing at

VINCENT’S POVThe halls were too quiet. Everyone had gone to their rooms, but I couldn’t sleep. My head was a storm, and the only thing that made sense right now was the half-empty bottle in my hand.I stopped in front of Liam’s door and knocked once. He opened it, looking tired but calm. “You’re still awake?”“I could ask you the same thing,” I said and walked in without waiting.His room was simple. He gave me a look that said he knew I didn’t come to talk about the weather. I dropped into a chair and pushed the bottle toward him.“Drink?”He took it, sighed, and poured us both a glass.We sat there for a while, not saying much. Just the sound of the fire and the faint clink of glass.“How’s the pack?” I asked finally.“Stable,” Liam said. “We’re still rebuilding. Some don’t trust her rule yet, but they follow. Out of fear, maybe.”I nodded. “Fear works.”He frowned. “It shouldn’t always have to.”I ignored that and took another sip. The drink burned, but I liked the burn. It remind

PARIS POVThe morning light touched my face, soft and warm. My eyes opened slowly. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I saw him.Vincent sat beside the bed, half asleep in a chair. He was still wearing the same clothes from last night. His hand rested on the blanket near my arm, like he had been guarding me while I slept. His head was bent to the side, a few strands of hair falling across his face.I should have looked away, but I didn’t. Something about him looked too calm. My chest felt tight. I hated that feeling. I hated him for giving it to me.Without thinking, I reached out. I just wanted to move that one strand of hair away from his face. My fingers stopped halfway when I realized what I was doing.His eyes opened. They met mine right away.He caught my wrist gently. His voice came out quietly.“You should sleep a little longer.”I pulled my hand back as my heart jumped. “I don’t want to,” I said.He watched me for a few seconds. His eyes were tired and heavy. I could fe