All Chapters of Throne of Desires: My uncle, My sinful mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SELENE’S POVA long chilling sound thrilled across my ears as my consciousness found its way back to me. It took me a moment to realize that it was the sound of a car engine. The vehicle moved over rough ground, every bump sent pain through my legs and my arms. I forced my eyes open, fighting the rays of the sunlight. After a few seconds, my vision became clear. The ceiling of a car. That was the first thing I noticed. A black interior that felt like something familiar, or someone familiar. I was lying at the back seat, head gently placed on a cloth. When I lifted my head, I saw Tasca, my sister. She sat in the driver's seat. Our eyes collided through the rear, then she smiled. “I almost thought you wouldn’t fight the poison. Welcome back to life, sister.” “Tasca?” I mumbled, as if in doubt that she was really the one sitting there. It has been years since I last saw Tasca, or anyone from my family. I hated them, or most of them. My mother especially. You’d know the reason when

VINCENT’S POVRight in the middle of our kiss, I felt this unrelenting ache in my heart. It throbbed so hard that I almost mistook it for a cut or an injury. It nearly drove me away from Paris, but her hands were tightly knotted behind my head, keeping our lips grounded and melting into each other. Her tongue snuck through our lips and I held it in my mouth, sucking desperately as the tension moved us towards the bed. Yet, the ache did not fade.It pulsed harder beneath my ribs, heavy like a warning when Paris lay on me. Her fingers tightened in my head as if she feared I would vanish if she loosened her grip. For one split second, I pulled away to look into her eyes. Desire clouded them. A dark, needy feeling rose in my stomach, forcing our lips together again. I let myself fall into the kiss once more, moving without speaking. Our hard breaths did the talking every second we pulled away for breath, my fingers moved around her body, found the edge of her gown and pulled it upwa

MASON’S POVI stood behind the small frame of the window in my room, staring down at the sentries who were putting the pack in order. Somewhere behind the lines of the lawn, Cassian and a few of his wolves were discussing in a circle, and somewhere not far away from them, Vincent’s wolves watched. The tray had not arrived yet. It’s been two hours since I placed the order. Ordering the meal had not been as simple as it should. I went to the kitchen myself instead of sending a worker. The chefs were surprised to see me. A few of them were against me being in there, but I know what I wanted. Even before making my request, I’d already swept the kitchen room clean with my eyes, a perfect and swift scan for her. But she wasn’t there. I told them I wanted a private meal brought to my room. Nothing special. With wine. Then I mentioned her name. “Make Esther Gray Briggs it to me,” One of the women frowned and said Esther was on cleaning duty in the twin tower and would take some time be

PARIS POVVincent's corridor was usually quiet because people hardly walked past that sector. It was the same during my dad. I barely even crossed his wing because everyone felt it was disrespectful to disturb the peace of the alpha. The silence and the stillness in his room gave me an unexplained peace of mind. Yet, I was troubled. Several other thoughts raced through my mind. Feelings of anxiety, curiosity mixed with fear, they made sweat escape my pores and down my clothes like I was drenched in water. My fingers trembled as I searched. I moved slowly, pretending in my mind that I was only searching for something ordinary. I checked the desk, drawers and small shelves first. The papers, letters, nothing. I opened the wardrobe but his clothes were piled in a way that made it impossible to go through them. Then I went to the top shelves. What was supposed to be a quiet search turned into a zone of chaos. The books began to fall from the shelf as I moved through hurriedly. By the

SELENE’S POVThe sound of rattling keys stirred me awake from my sleep. I passed out close to the bar, just after Morgana visited my cell with a message from the fortune teller. It took a while before my eyes adjusted to the light seeping through the small window above my head. A new day. It felt more than one, because it was the day fixed for me to face the council. Although Tasca had told me what to expect, I couldn’t help the feeling of paranoia eating my mood away. The sentries dragged me from the floor, and I let them pull my body in whatever direction they wished. There was nothing left to guard. Nothing left of the pride I once carried as a Luna. Now I looked and smelled like filth. They tossed me to the sentries waiting outside the cell, gave an order for me to be carried to the hall and started cleaning the cell. I was dragged down the narrow paths, through the lawn, through the watchful eyes of the pack members. Some of them were in support. I heard their quiet remarks o