Destroy My Life In You-Chapter 126: VOLUME TWO: LEGACY OF THE FALLEN

SYNOPSIS

They hated each other at first sight, but little did they know they were destined to be together.

Riven Nightveil — a prince of the hidden Vetheris Kingdom, heir to the Morning Star Corporation, and a rare immortal hybrid. Due to his uncommon and often uncontrollable powers, Riven has been raised under strict supervision by his five uncles and two aunts.

That is, until he meets a gentle yet daring human — his mate, precisely — Tessa Clarke. She becomes a sin he’s willing to commit, a temptation hotter than hell, and a curse he embraces with a smile.

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"Tessa..." he whispered, slowly tracing his fingertips along her exposed thigh.

At the sound of her name, she shuddered, a cold shiver racing down her spine. Why was he always on a mission to seduce her? Weren’t they supposed to despise each other? Or was this his strategy to make her drop her guard?

"Mr. Nightveil, what are you doing?" she asked, her gaze unwavering as she stared into his dark eyes.

Riven smirked, his hand sliding higher before circling around her waist. "Isn’t this what you want? I saw you dancing with every guy who came by."

Tessa froze, a flush rising beneath her skin, and before she knew it, she’d already pushed him away. "Asshole."

She turned to leave, but Riven swiftly caught her hand and pulled her back into his embrace. "I’m sure my arms feel much better than theirs, don’t they?"

Before she could retort, he sealed her lips with his own, finally doing what he had been fantasizing about all this time.

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Now let’s dive to volume two. Hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 126: Riven Nightveil

Riven’s P.O.V.

"Riven!"

"Riven!"

"Riven! Get your fucking ass down here!"

"What the hell!" I growled from my bed, tossing the blanket aside before dragging myself downstairs. Of course, it was my devil of an aunt, yelling at the top of her lungs this early in the morning. Not that it was anything new—this had practically become a morning ritual whenever I was home. Still, I could never quite get used to it.

Ever since I turned eighteen, she had taken it upon herself to push me into finding my mate. She clung to this superstition that once I found them, my often uncontrollable powers would finally be stabilized. And now that I had returned to Vetheris without informing her... yeah, I knew she’d be pissed.

As I entered the living room, there she was, pacing back and forth like a storm brewing in human form. On the couch, Uncle Zeke and Uncle Seth sat leisurely, clearly enjoying the drama. Their amused grins practically screamed, ’Better you than us, kid.’

Once again, I was caught in Aunt Nyx’s path of destruction.

"Aunt Nyx," I greeted dryly, stopping on the last step of the staircase, gazing at the floor as if it held all the answers to life.

As expected, her temper exploded the moment I spoke.

"What did I tell you, huh? Or—wait—did you finally find your mate? Where is she? Hmm?"

If someone asked me right now what I thought of this woman, I’d say she was the personal harbinger of chaos in my life. Who forces someone to find their mate like it’s some kind of item lying around, waiting to be picked up? The world is vast. Finding a mate is like trying to spot the devil in heaven.

"Aunt—"

"Don’t ’Aunt’ me!"

I swear I could go deaf from her ear-splitting screams. They came through one ear and left through the other. It’s not like what she said didn’t matter—I mean, deep down I knew she cared—but after hearing the same rant for the past four years... it’s fucking exhausting.

"I only came home for the night, and you’re already turning the palace upside down. Don’t you want me here?" I asked with a cheeky grin, knowing full well it would get under her skin.

"Not until you find your mate," she snapped, storming toward where I stood. "I’m being serious, Riven. You know we only made peace with the werewolves just so you could freely go in and out of their packs."

Here we go again. The same old lecture, recycled and reheated like leftovers.

"I know, I know. But you don’t have to cause such a scene just because I came home to spend a single night with my family. I’ve been away for two whole months, and the first thing you do is scream like I caused the apocalypse. Don’t you care about me anymore?"

I knew exactly what I was doing. Emotional blackmail always worked like a charm.

Sure enough, her expression softened. I could almost see the tension slip off her shoulders. I mentally patted myself on the back. Emotional manipulation: 1, Aunt Nyx: 0.

She sighed heavily, then wrapped me in a hug. I smirked over her shoulder, watching my two uncles in the background giving me discreet thumbs up like I’d just scored the winning point in a family argument.

"You know I care about you," she said as she pulled away from the hug. "That’s exactly why I’m doing this. We don’t know when or how your condition will relapse. I won’t be at peace until you find your mate. But if you don’t find her by the time you turn twenty-four..."

Yeah, yeah, I knew how that sentence ended.

She’d force me to marry her. The one woman who made my skin crawl—Alexis. A walking disaster from the Crescent Moon Pack, the Alpha’s daughter, and my absolute last choice for anything remotely close to a life companion.

Her being a werewolf didn’t bother me. I’m half-wolf myself. But Alexis? She was clingy, loud, and completely obsessed with throwing herself at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was training to become a professional stalker, or worse, a prostitute masquerading as an Alpha’s heir.

Anyway, not important enough to waste thought on.

"Alright, will you two now stop it?" came a familiar voice from the doorway.

I turned to see Aunt Isla and Uncle Luke walking in. Of everyone in this mansion, Aunt Isla was my favorite. She wasn’t overbearing or loud. Instead, she was calm, soft-spoken, and kind, an oasis in this chaotic household.

"It’s not my fault Aunt Nyx doesn’t want me around anymore," I said dramatically, walking toward the sofa where my two least favorite uncles sat. "She’s practically chasing me out again."

"I thought we’d already made peace," Aunt Nyx muttered with an eye-roll.

"Come on, when are you two going to stop arguing?" Aunt Isla said with a small sigh as she came closer. Uncle Luke trailed behind her silently, just as he always did.

"When he finds his mate," Aunt Nyx replied instantly.

"When she stops nagging," I shot back without missing a beat.

We glared at each other playfully, clearly not taking it too seriously.

Aunt Isla chuckled and sat beside me. "You know your Aunt Nyx is just worried about you. Don’t take it the wrong way."

"I know," I replied, draping an arm around her shoulder. "It’s just... she shouts a lot. And I mean a lot."

"Hey!" came Aunt Nyx’s offended protest.

"See? Told you." I grinned.

Everyone burst into laughter, even Uncle Luke smiled faintly. Aunt Nyx, muttering something under her breath, turned and stomped up the stairs like a thundercloud retreating.