Throne of Desires: My uncle, My sinful mate 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

PARIS POVThe library had become my hiding place. I like how it felt at this hour. It came with a silence that pushed every worry and echo in my heart away, filling it up with a curiosity only the books could help me figure out. No faces from the pack, no voices or eyes following me. Just me and the books. My favorite place. Dusk had come, and the sky outside had turned a darker shade of orange. I sat next to the window, flipping quietly through the pages of the book. One of them was a journal. Something Liam recommended after asking him for books my mother must have read. It was filled with stories of queens who lost everything, kings who broke under the crown and kings who abdicated the throne and the constant war between packs. I turned the pages without really reading, constantly rubbing my eyes to soothe the ache in them. After hours of flipping through the pages in silence, the first noise came from the jangling keys of a librarian. She was leaving. She brought me a cup of t

PARIS POVWhile Mason and Liam discussed, I took my time studying the body like it was an assignment given to me. I walked around the steel table, looking beyond, trailing my fingers around the edge of the table until I got back to where I started.“Have you seen anything yet?” Dr. Cal asked. I straightened my posture, shaking my head slowly. “No. Nothing unusual. Not like I’d know if there was one,” She smiled a little and pointed at the neck, “That’s something unusual. She must have struggled with whosoever killed her. She was strangled, but I believe she overpowered whoever it was. Then she got stabbed,” I leaned closer to the neck, studying the prints. “Can you tell what genders print?”“Female. Slim, long fingers. Claws long as well. Aging around early late forties,” I looked at the silver blade as it rested in the tray, shimmering under the white light. Then my gaze drifted off to Mason and Liam. Mason was angry. He walked off a few seconds later, and Liam was left alone. “

PARIS POVThe stables were quiet that morning, the kind of silence that wrapped around the thoughts of a person and made them seem louder than the heartbeat. I liked it there for a reason. No one asked me questions, or stared at me questionably. Aides from the library, the stables and the garage became my second place of rest. My room was ticked off that list after several days of battling visitors and servants who wanted nothing but to make sure I was in good shape as instructed by the alpha. Outside the stables, the world still moved, every one working in the castle kept pretending like they didn’t know the alpha was slowly slipping away from his sanity. The signs were there, in every action he carried out, in his voice, his demands, almost everything. Only that Vincent had a weird way of controlling part of it. Dried leaves rustled as I settled beside the mares’ space. I only saw boots at first, then a voice followed. “This falls in line with my theory,” It came from the entra

PARIS POVLiam looked at me. His eyes moved slowly from my head to my toe before he glanced behind him. “I thought I just saw Alpha Vincent walk out of here too,” he said. I’d really hoped he didn’t see him. But he did and now I would have to lie. “Alpha Vincent?” I asked, building up a lie in my head. My tongue burned with words that reeled through my mind. None of them seemed good enough to me. “Paris,” Liam called flatly. He grabbed my arm and pulled me aside. I winced, struggling with his hold until we stopped. That was when he let me go. “Alpha Vincent wasn’t in the stables with me,” I said. “Really? So what? I’m blind? Or I’m seeing things? Hallucinating? Is that what you mean?”I shrugged, eyes circling the void around him but refusing to settle on his face. “I don’t know. I was alone in the stable. Maybe he happened to walk past it but I didn’t see him,”“You can lie all you want, Paris, but your lies will catch up with your actions one day and you’ll regret it. Trust me.

PARIS POVThe question sat between us for minutes. The silence stretched for a while, safe for the soft footsteps of the seamstresses around the room. I looked at Finn. There was no mockery in his eyes. No teasing either. Just something tense and carefulLike he was afraid of the answer.My chest tightened as I formed the words I would reply to him with. “No,” I said. My voice came out steady, but it felt like I forced it. “I’m not.”He held my gaze for a moment longer, searching. Then he nodded slowly, like he wanted to believe me. “Good,” he said under his breath. He tried to look satisfied with my answer, but his eyes gave him away. I turned away from him and faced the window, swallowing the saliva that rose like bile in my throat. “They really believe that?” I asked quietly.Finn stepped closer, but not too close. “It’s the easiest explanation for them,” he replied. “You came in, and suddenly you have influence. People don’t like what they don’t understand regardless of the fact