Lahat ng Kabanata ng Throne of Desires: My uncle, My sinful mate : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

MASON’S POVHer mouth tasted like wine. I pulled her harder against me, fingers digging into her hips as she straddled my lap. The chair creaked under our weight. Selene rocked forward, grinding slow, deliberate, like she was marking every inch of the hurt she thought I carried.I yanked her dress up over her thighs. Fabric rolled at her waist. No hesitation, she reached between us, freed me from my pants, and sank down in one smooth motion. A low groan ripped out of my throat. TightA Perfect distraction.She moved fast. Zero gentleness. Just need and desire clashing into one. Her nails scraped down my chest, leaving red lines. I thrust up to meet her, hard enough to make the table rattle behind us. Plates clinked. Glass cups fell. None of it stopped us. Her head fell back, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Moans spilled from her lips, sharp, hungry sounds that drowned out the echo of Paris’s name in my head.I gripped her ass, guiding her faster. Sweat trickled down our skin.

VINCENT’S POVThe second time my door opened, I thought it was Jules again who had come back to continue our conversation from where we stopped. But when I walked out from the shelf section in my office holding my glass of wine and second for him, I saw Mason. He was carefully going through papers on my desk, sitting on my chair, with his legs crossed on my table. I placed the cups on the center table and moved to my desk. “What is this?” Mason slowly took the papers away from his face, looking satisfied with the trouble he’d brought to my office with him. “I’m simply having a taste of what it feels like to sit on this chair as the Alpha, reading pack reports and judging wolves as the saint of the pack,” “Leave my desk,” I stepped closer. My fist clenched into a ball as I began a mini wrestle in my head, withholding all the voices urging me to pull him off. “Now,” “No,” he bluntly refused. “I’m not done,” “You can finish on the floor.” “No one’s talking about the death of Esthe

PARIS POVMore glasses and plates shattered as bullets came in contact with them. I lay still beneath Vincent, battling with nothing but my racing heart. It felt like hours staying pinned to the floor. When Vincent finally took his weight off me, air rushed out of my lungs. “Stay down. Liam will get you,” he warned. I was going to say something to him, but he was too quick to morph and join the chaos in the hall. Wolves were already fighting the shooters. I could hear the tearing of flesh and the hard crack of guns on heads. Bodies dropped with a thud that sent my heart flying every second. My mind raced, thinking of a way out when I thought of Triss. I called her name twice, lifting myself off the floor for the first time. Smoke clouded my vision as I searched for her. She was sitting right next to me…so where could she have gone?“Triss!” I called. The smell of gun powder intoxicated the atmosphere. I tried to hold my breath in, but it found its way into my lungs, engaging in

PARIS POV“Finn,” I called. He didn’t reply. A tear threatened to drop my eyes as I fought off a sniff. Liam was probably watching from the doctors office. He and Steffon had warned me earlier not to go in to see Finn at the moment. But I needed to know how he was doing. I sniffed, leaning closer to the bed he lay on. I wanted him to speak. To open his eyes and say something to me. At least to prove he is alive. But nothing happened. “Finn,” I muttered the name again, and a tear leaked from my eyes. What would be his story if he dies here? What would everyone think? How would Liam cope without his son who just came to stay with us for a while?Thoughts ran through my head as I sat quietly in my chair. I rested my palm on his arm. They were as cold as ice. If not worse. “They were able to pull the bullet out.” Liam’s voice cut through from my back. He dragged a chair next to me and sat. “Every single piece of it. So it’s left for him to fight,”“Isn’t there a way we can help him?”

PARIS POVTriss must have noticed the way I kept glancing at her and looking away. I had something bothering me in my mind, but I contemplated spilling what it was this early. We didn’t speak to each other until we arrived at the garage where many folks were waiting. “Let it out.” Triss broke the silence between us. I played dumb. “What?” “Something’s bothering you,” she replied. “Tell me. Is it Mason? Or Finn’s health? Or is it Vincent?” She guessed. “Sorry. Don’t take offense…it’s just…men seem to be the problem these days.” I scoffed. “No offense taken”. We went silent again. Then I began wishing I had answered her. Hoping she would ask again. We stood there saying nothing to each other until Jules and Vincent arrived. Those two had suddenly become best friends overnight, moving at the same time and towards the same direction. If you find Vincent, then you’ve found Jules. Triss nudged my arm. “So…what is it?” The first thing I did was look around to confirm no one was listen