Mated To The Devils Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.

“Whatever you hear today, know this. I am not giving you up. Not for my father. Not for the empire. You are bound to me now.” Luca kissed him one last time, slow and deep, then left. Adrian sank onto the bed, body marked and aching, hole still tingling from Luca’s teasing. His mind spun with fear and dangerous longing. The devil was risking everything for him. And Adrian was terrified to admit how much he wanted to be kept.

Kilian shot back. Devon looked as though he were about to faint from sheer hatred, his gaze immediately falling upon me. And he looked at me with that hateful expression again. His eyes were filled with disgust because of who I was. The result of the violence his mate, Dalila, had suffered. My mother... Devon Grayson knew who I was and everything that had happened to his mate, but because of King Zephyrus Eldryn's agreement, he couldn't attack. "Get out of here... all of you," the male demanded, his voice filled with pain.

With trembling fingers, I looked up and pointed at him, my father even though all of me screamed no. "You're imposing on her!" Devon fired at him. "Olivia is my daughter and this is her home!" He yelled at Devon. He became angry. "Her home is with me! I am her mate!" He blurted out and I stared at him in shock. I could not believe what was going on or what I just heard. I stumbled backwards. The mating ceremony took place but unfortunately I did not attend. How come was I mates with Devon and I did not know?

She had no clue how it happened and why, although the only explanation was the bond between them. The demoness had no idea about how the vampiric bonds or mating worked. Since Zoravec had marked her and it was not a mate bond, the particular bonding left Devi in utter loss. She was the one who was supposed to get hurt in the process while serving her master each time. Until Zoravec claimed her as his soul mate.

Something was definitely wrong about Tala and her mother who suddenly showed up out of the blue. "Announcement, the King has announced the third match being today by 5 pm. It will also be the final match and the rightful partner shall be marked!" Jake announced as my heart left my mouth. Why does the Devil always have to be the Devil?

It must be the wolf bond, “The great Alaric Nightshade has feelings for a girl!” he clapped out. I clenched my jaws tighter, closing my eyes as deep as i can as i listened to all of his words, “You, that you’ve broken many hearts, that your name is both a plague and delight to many she-wolf’s lips have feelings for a common girl?” “She is not a common girl, Asher. She is our mate. Destined to us by the moon goddess,” I retorted through gritted teeth, opening my eyes to meet his dark and evil stare, “Our mate, Asher.”

Cole managed to mutter in my ear, bringing me back to reality. I blinked and rubbed my temples. “She looks starved," I snapped. "This is what you expect me to breed with?" If it was because my mate looked like she had gone through a lot, or I felt insulted that her father would sell such a haggard looking creature to me, I wasn't sure why I was boiling. “She’s the eldest,” her father stammered from behind them. “She’s of age. A virgin. Her womb is not touched by magic or man—”

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.