Throne of Desires: My uncle, My sinful mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 58

PARIS POVIt felt strange being in Vincent’s presence. It felt like we had been away from each other for months just after we got to see each other naked. Despite my efforts to feel calm, and settle in like I was used to him, my fingers betrayed me. What made it worse was the long silence between us, safe for his shuffle with the wine in the cellar. He was looking for something specific, and each pull and push of the wine bottles broke a fragment of that silence. He kept muttering words to himself as he moved through the cellar until he planted his hand on a bottle. “Finally,” he exhaled with an effort. Every nerve in me kicked so hard to question him. I was already going through the line of questions waiting for him in my head. Why did you ask to see me? Are you finally going to apologize? Why did you kill the king? What other secret are you hiding behind your name and the past glory or your brother which still lingers in this pack? There were more. I couldn’t get through all o

PARIS POVI heard Vincent shout my name just as I stepped past the doorway. His warning came too late. Something sharp sliced across my arm before I could turn. Pain flared instantly, hot and shocking. I stumbled forward, clutching my arm as a weight landed on me. Blood warmed my fingers instantly. Margaret lay on me with a blade in her hand struggling to get a better cut. “Get off me!” I yelled, fighting her off. Her grin was gone now, replaced with something wild and desperate. For a woman who could not speak, her hatred screamed loudly in her eyes.She lunged with her arm again, faster this time. I barely twisted away before the blade could reach my back.“Stop!” Vincent roared. He crossed the room in two long strides and grabbed Margaret’s wrist. The knife clattered to the floor as his grip tightened.Margaret fought him like a cornered animal, kicking and thrashing wildly. But Vincent was stronger. He pushed her off, and she fell on the bed. I pressed my hand harder against

MASON’S POVFinn helped me carry the last of my things into the room Liam had assigned to me. The space was simple but comfortable, large window, dark wooden furniture, and the faint smell of pine drifting in from outside. My jacket landed on the chair while Finn set the small bag I’d brought onto the table.“You shouldn’t even be moving around yet,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at me.“I’ve been through worse,” I muttered, easing myself onto the edge of the bed.Finn didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked around the room slowly, straightening things that didn’t need straightening. A book on the table. The chair beside the window. His movements were too careful, too thoughtful.He was observing. Finally, he leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. “Can I ask you something?” he said.“That depends,” I replied.“On what?”“On whether you’re actually asking or interrogating.”Finn huffed a quiet laugh. “Fair.”For a moment he looked toward the window, as if deciding wh

PARIS POVFor a moment, I didn’t move.Finn’s lips were warm and certain, pressing against mine with a softness that didn’t match the storm still swirling inside my head. My mind froze, caught somewhere between shock and disbelief.Then it caught up. I pushed against his chest.“Finn.”He pulled back instantly, like he had expected the reaction. His hands lifted slightly in surrender, though he didn’t step away.“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I shouldn’t have done that.”My fingers touched my lips without thinking. The feeling lingered there like an echo. I tried to speak, but a wave of shock coursed through me, forcing me to stay quiet. Finn too seemed shocked by his actions. He didn't move, not until I withdrew again. “Paris…I’m sorry I shouldn’t have,” “Why did you kiss me?” I asked, not angry. Just…still drowning in surprise and curiosity. He wiped his lower lip with his thumb and his face lowered a little. “I didn’t…urm…” “Nevermind,” I cut him. He tried to close in but I tu