Arcane Viktor X Jayce Novels & Stories

**Lisa's point of view:** Ace’s men led us to another convoy of SUVs waiting outside. The tension in the air was palpable, but knowing Ace was with us brought a sense of calm. Mia, still weak but more hopeful, held my hand tightly as we climbed into the back seat of the lead car. Ace sat beside me, his presence a reassuring anchor. As we drove through the winding roads, Ace filled me in on what had happened during his trip. He had been tracking The Jackal for weeks, only to find that the elusive criminal had orchestrated this attack on our home as a diversion. Ace’s anger was evident, but so was his determination.

Lucy was always a step ahead. “With no further need to drag on another obvious case, Lady Sophia, you are hereby banished from Gray Moon pack,” Alpha Levi announced. For a second my heart ceased and then once my mind fully processed the information, I found myself on the floor sitting in shock and hurt. The ministers and Lucy grumbled at the light sentence he had given me. “Consider this a form of consideration since you're supposed to be my fated mate,” he said, not sparing another glance at him.

Not with his scent clouding my head and the fury rolling off his body like a tidal wave. “I’ll break up with you,” I whisper, and it feels like I’ve just sliced open my own chest. “If that’s what it takes to protect her happiness... I’ll walk away.” Jace stills. For a second, I swear the entire room freezes. Then his jaw clenches, and his eyes flash dark. “Say that again,” he says quietly, but there’s nothing calm in his tone. “Say that shit one more time.” “I will break up with—”

“Zara… she was cut by it.” Her face turned into something I had not seen before. Her lips shook open, then she gasped bringing her hand to her mouth “Oh no.” I repeated myself like a chant, “It’s fine. She’s fine. Just a little cut. I bandaged her up. It stopped bleeding.” But she didn’t relax. “No, Freya. This is bad. Very, very bad.” Now she was scaring me. “What are you saying?” She swallowed as her voice dropped low. “That vase… Zac is obsessed with it.”

"I understand that look. Revenge is the sweetest thing to my ears right now, but I have built a life as Lacy. I wouldn't say I truly enjoyed my life as Lacy until now, but some things will hold me back from choosing to return to my old self. And that's Mother. My mother needs me more than ever now. I now have a company to run and people who depend on me to live." "Don't decide until you have taken a look into your future as Lacy," Aragon advises. "Can that be possible?" I ask curiously. With a wave of Aragon's hand, I see myself through a circling space in front of me. I wake up back in my house and receive the news that Mother has passed on while I was asleep. In a fast-forward sweep, I see

The shed had gone from claustrophobic to electric. Carly’s presence wasn’t just a complication—it was a storm waiting to break. Every move she made, every smirk, pressed Jace and me tighter together. “Seriously, Aria,” Jace muttered, jaw tight, eyes flashing between me and Carly. “You’re making this worse.” I pressed a little closer, brushing my fingers against the side of his waist. “Worse? Or better?” I whispered, letting my lips hover near his ear. “You tell me.”

His eyes landed on the girl in my arms. He froze. Slowly, painfully, he whispered, “Tell me you didn’t.” I clenched my jaw. “Jayce” “Lucar.” His voice trembled. “Tell me you didn’t bite a human.” My silence was enough. Jayce dragged a hand down his face. “No human can survive an Alpha bite. You know that. The venom alone Lucar, she’s going to die.” A growl tore from my throat before I could stop it. Jayce stepped back instantly.

It seemed as if she could tell that I was feeling bad, and worse… as if my lycan had known that if we were close to her, the pains I had felt would be gone quickly. And it was slowly happening. My gaze caught with hers, and she immediately hid, as if she was embarrassed… that she had been caught trying to escape. "Theorone!" Jaxon screamed at me again, as if the two of us were close, as if the two of us had unfinished business that needed solving. As if he would be able to defeat me if a fight were to break out here—between me, him, and his men. "I am a lycan, and Bella belongs to me. If you want to claim her, then return to my pack tomorrow. I will personally have your men watch over the ne

Refuse and I burn everything you love. Hazel stared at it. Her burned shoulder throbbed harder. Jax looked up at her, eyes dark with promise. “He’s not getting you. We will hit him first.” But Rico stepped forward from the corner, voice low. “Victor’s got more than we thought. And Graves isn’t working alone. There’s another rat. Closer than you think.” Jax’s fist clenched on the table. Hazel felt the cold queen stir again. But this time she didn’t fight it.

His eyes were a pale, burnished gold, the color that only came with ancient bloodlines. The way he looked at me… It wasn’t hatred. Not exactly. It was worse. It was certainty. “You are the human,” he said, voice calm and heavy as carved stone. “The one carrying the King’s mixed child.” “I am Ariadne Voss,” I replied evenly. “And yes.” “Then you carry the end of my people.” He said it like a fact. Like a line from scripture. “A Lycan people diluted is no people at all. Better we end as we are than survive as something that only wears our name. I have said this for two hundred years. I won’t pretend politeness toward the womb that destroys us.”