Throne of Desires: My uncle, My sinful mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

VINCENT’S POV The silence that has taken over the pack since the day of Selene banishment was alarming. Especially for someone like me who expected a revolt by her loyalist. From the balcony outside my chambers, I watched them move like restless beings scouting for treasures in the sand under the sky. My patrol wolves rotated in tight formations along the gates and the fence. Even the omegas moved faster than usual, passing orders from their superiors to one another. They were all searching for one person. Margaret. Since Selene's banishment, everyone believed Margaret was taken by the loyalists who were against the council's decision. They thought it was a way to punish me for letting such happen. The courtyard below buzzed with a controlled panic, vehicles driving out at the call of urgency. Amongst all of this, I spotted Paris walking towards the library for the second time this week. The other times I went to her room to check up on her, that was the same location they point

VINCENT’S POVTwo hours passed after I was questioned by the high assembly. Those two hours didn’t just pass lazily. The wolves of the Virelan pack put them into good use by ransacking the entire house. They almost turned everything upside down while searching for the blade. I stood by the corner, observing lazily and praying deep down that Paris actually threw the knife in the river as she claimed. At certain intervals, her eyes met mine. But she’d look away immediately and get busy with nothing. Liam was by her side, trying to speak to her. While I had Steffon by my side who picked up from where the council stopped in questioning me. “This is a grave allegation,” he whispered. “Why would Cassian accuse you of something like this? I was there with you that day, wasn’t I?” “Yes, you were,” I answered flatly, completely uninterested in everything he was saying and his questions. I folded my arms across my chest, eyes now following the wolf who dragged out a box of weapons from my ro

PARIS POVI drifted in darkness for a long time, uncertain of what my body was looking for. I tried to fight against gravity, but it seemed to own my life, leading me through an invisible path until I dropped before a figure.The figure wore a red coat with a hood and had its back on me. I knew it was a dream. Yet it felt real. The red hood especially. I’d seen it somewhere before. I stood and advanced towards the figure while trying to recall the last person I saw wearing the red hood when the figure turned. It was a woman. She had a striking resemblance with the fortune teller who sat next to the fire days ago, telling stories and reading tarot cards.“You?” My voice echoed in the dark.Her body moved like the wind, and in a blink, she was standing a foot away from me. “The king's madness has returned. But it wears your face,” Her last words echoed loudly and shattered invisible glass that surrounded me. It rang painfully in my ears and my head, forcing a cry out of me. I squeeze

VINCENT’S POV Years ago, I lost my mind. It was a dark era, one many feared. Even my own family. I physically assaulted my mother, and rained curses on my brother. None of it was intentional. None. It was simply my mind, losing every nut that held it tighter. I was supposed to take after my father. But my state made that impossible. And that’s how Jareth claimed a title meant for me. When I ran away from him, I found shelter in another pack. Greendale. Margaret’s pack. It was a small pack, located close to the shores of an ocean and stretched into the mountains and hills. They weren’t much in number, but their resources covered the rest, Greendale was rich in everything. Minerals, plants, gold, everything. And I was lucky to have found them, because apparently, their leader was once a friend of my father back in their wolf academy. Their leader was Ralph, Margaret’s father. They didn’t address him as an alpha because he wasn’t. Greendale had no Alpha. So they made

PARIS POVTurns out my idea to visit Claw and Crowns didn’t sit right with a lot of people. Asides Lily and Morgana who had to keep up with my attitude back there, Liam and Vincent were waiting outside for our return with a small party of workers in the castle. “Good. Now you’ll answer to Vincent too,” Lily muttered before she burst out of the car. I walked behind all of them, keeping my eyes focused on nothing exactly. But I noticed when Liam walked forward to speak to me before I got to Vincent. He pulled my arm until we were a few steps back to where I just walked from. “What were you thinking going back there?”“I want the club,” I answered flatly. Liam obviously didn’t like my response. He exhaled, glanced at Vincent who was in the middle of a conversation with Lily and Morgana before turning back to me. “You’re joking, right?” “Joking?” I scoffed. “Liam, you know I don’t joke about stuff. This won’t be the first. I want the club. It’s my father’s building, isn’t it? Don’t