Throne of Desires: My uncle, My sinful mate 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

PARIS POVEvery dawn of a new day came with reminders of the lives lost in Claws and Crowns. The wind carried the news with it. The waves of the ocean sang the names of the dead. Even the rain pattering on the roof descended with the cries of the dead, seeking vengeance. I was at the brink of madness. Even Vincent confessed to it. Maybe not verbally but it was in the way he looked at me. The pity and fear in his eyes whenever they were on me. I tried to ignore the signs. The constant grumbling of my stomach, the ache in my chest, the voices screaming in my head. But the more I tried to ignore, the more I was pushed into a dark corner, close to the same madness we all dragged Vincent for. For an entire week, I stayed in my room. I wasn’t locked or restrained from moving. I just couldn’t bring myself to face the pack. The silence in my room felt heavier than any chain. I sat by the window most days, staring at the trees that led into the woods. Triss had wanted to see me before she l

PARIS POVI was pushed off the person holding me and landed roughly on board. I scrambled to my feet instantly, searching for my way out in the dark. The cloth around my eyes had already begun to hurt like I had thorns forced into both of them. My hands shot up to tear at the blindfold, but rough fingers clamped around my wrists before I could loosen it. “Don’t,” a low voice growled near my ear. “King’s orders. You keep it on until he says otherwise.”I twisted against the grip, my heart hammering so hard it drowned out the distant crash of waves. We were near the sea. How far had they taken us? How long had I been unconscious?Before I was blindfolded, I saw Morgana being dragged down the staircase. She’s supposed to be here with me. But I haven’t heard a word from her. Or a cry. “Morgana?”I called, voice cracking. No answer. Only the hiss of wind and the murmur of men moving around me. “Morgana, where are you?”A sharp shove between my shoulder blades sent me stumbling forward. “Q

VINCENT’S POVOur car drove down the hill, taking a turn close to the end of the road until it finally came to a halt. Steffon turned off the ignition and leaned into the chair. The lights went off, hiding the car in the darkness covering the atmosphere. I leaned forward and looked through the window, taking a quick head count of the people pacing around the woods. They looked…different. Their hairs fully covered, eyes bright red and glowing in the dark. Just like that of the woman in red, the same one who told me Paris was my mate. “Are you sure she stays here?” Steffon asked. He looked skeptical. But that was the same way I felt deep down. The people pacing the woods looked like blades wrapped in fine sheets. And the woman who spoke to me months ago looked nothing as dangerously wrapped as them. I affirmed with a nod, opening the door. “Yes”. We got down, analyzing the area before I took the first step. “Where are we going?” Steffon asked. “To find her,”“How do we find a wom

PARIS POVThe entire block was filled with a deafening silence after Morgana was dragged out. The echo of her cries and pleas settled seconds after the last gate was locked, leaving me grounded and alone.I pushed myself forward, forcing the muscles in my legs and arms to move as I reached for the bars. I had to get on my feet, and I had to do it soon, before any of the guards returned and discovered that the gate to my cell wasn’t completely locked from outside. I pushed, groaned, winced, ignoring the ache that buzzed all over me. My skin scraped against the floor, opening fresh cuts until I grabbed the bars. I sighed, breathing gently as I leaned against it. The moment I tried to stand, I heard the other gate open. Someone was coming. I let myself fall again, just a few inches away from the gate. The guy that dragged Morgana out returned to his post. But he didn’t just stand there. He poked his head through the bars and spat on me. “Your cell mate just got released. Sad, isn

LIAM’S POV We stopped somewhere along the road to rest after hours of walking. The car Steffon and I came with broke down in the muddy area, leaving us stranded for long minutes.While Paris and Vincent walked ahead, keeping up with each other, Steffon and I remained behind, looking out for them. “You’ve been staring at them since we got out of the car.” Steffon called my attention. I sighed, stopped walking and crossed my hands over my chest. “Tell me I’m not the only one who thinks this is wrong,” He looked at them for a while, shrugged. “I mean…What can we do? Vincent has made up his mind. Even the girl has no say here.” “Paris is his niece. He’s supposed to protect her, guide her, keep her away from the dark ways of their bloodline. Rather, he’s doing the exact opposite.” “Have you ever thought for a minute that he’s doing this for her? To protect her,” he cut in. I rolled my eyes away. “That’s bullshit,”Steffon walked a little further and stopped. “So what do you want to