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BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 137 - The Woman in the glass
-Asaraiah Kaine- The house didn’t feel like a house anymore. It felt like it was watching me. Not in the same haunted way as before— not with whispers or flickering lights or cold spots— but with a strange, steady patience. As if the walls expected something from me. As if they were waiting. Calla slept in the guest room across the hall, the heavy sedatives finally pulling her under after hours of trembling and failing to finish sentences. I stood in her doorway for a long time, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest. Her knuckles were scraped raw. Her hair uneven where the braid had been cut. Purple bruises blooming along her ribs. Seraphine always made her damage artistic. My stomach twisted. I shut the door gently. The hallway stretched out before me like a tunnel, dim wall sconces flickering with amber light. Every step echoed louder than it should have, like the floorboards were amplifying my heartbeat. Or hers. I wasn’t sure anymore. My pulse still carried
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 139 -The Curse breaks its first thread
-Asaraiah Kaine — The night after the docks attack didn’t feel like a night at all. It felt like a warning stitched into the dark. The Kaine mansion hummed with tension—guards doubling their patrols, windows locked even though we were twelve floors up, Gaya carrying weapons the staff had never seen her touch. Drayan prowled the hallways like he expected something ancient to crawl out of the walls. And me? I couldn’t sit still. Couldn’t sit, couldn’t stand, couldn’t think straight. Every nerve felt tuned too tightly, stretched between two frequencies—my heartbeat and a second rhythm pulsing under it like a shadow heartbeat. Zenaida’s echo. She wasn’t speaking. She wasn’t whispering. She wasn’t showing me visions. But she was awake. Alive inside me in a way she hadn’t been before. I tried to distract myself by rewrapping my knuckles, but even the brush of cloth on skin felt too loud. Too much. Too close. A knock sounded. Just one. Hard enough that my pulse spiked. Sof
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 136 - New reign
-Asaraiah Kaine-The kiss felt like the breaking point of a fault line—years of pressure snapping free in one impossible instant.His hand cupped the back of my neck, fingers sliding into my hair with an urgency he couldn’t disguise. My breath tangled with his. The heat of his mouth wiped out every cold memory I had ever collected.I pulled him closer without thinking.A mistake—or maybe the first right thing I’d done all night.He pressed me harder against the SUV, his body tense like he was fighting something larger than both of us. One of his hands braced beside my head, the other slid down my waist, stopping only when his fingers dug lightly into my hip.I exhaled against his lips.He inhaled like it hurt him.“Stop,” he whispered—but his mouth didn’t move away.“Then stop,” I whispered back.He didn’t.The kiss deepened—messy, hungry, full of every emotion he never let anyone see.His tongue swept past mine, slow at first, then desperate as if he had spent a century trying not
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 135 - The New Reign
— ASARAIAH —The city looked different from the Kaine penthouse window.Not because it changed—no, the skyline was the same: neon veins of nightlife, glass towers reflecting danger, traffic lights pulsing like a heartbeat.The difference was me.Or maybe the difference was that everyone else finally felt what I’d become.I adjusted the cuffs of my black suit jacket, letting the fabric settle against my wrists. Not a dress tonight. Not a symbol, not a statement. Just iron disguised as silk.Below, the Kaine fleet waited—three SUVs, engines humming low like sleeping predators.A soft knock sounded at the door.Gaya.She pushed it open carefully. “They’re ready downstairs.”“Good.”She hesitated. “And you?”I met her gaze through the mirror. “I’m past ready.”She nodded, accepting the truth without needing reassurance. “Drayan is briefing the lieutenants. They’re… nervous.”“They should be.”“They’re also impressed.”I smirked faintly. “They’ll get used to it.”But Gaya didn’t move.Did
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 134 - The Announcement
Asaraiah Kaine — The city looked different from the back of the SUV. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was the blood on my hands. Maybe it was the ghost of my father’s last breath still clinging to the inside of my ribs. But the streets felt quieter. Sharper. Like they knew something had shifted—and were waiting to see the cost. Malrik didn’t speak the entire ride back. He watched me instead. Not with fear. Not with judgment. With a kind of reverent study, as if trying to memorize what I looked like stepping into my own destiny for the first time. When we pulled into the Kaine grounds, the gates opened before we even reached them. The guards lowered their heads. Not to Malrik. To me. It should have felt strange. It didn’t. Inside, Gaya waited at the entrance, arms crossed, face unreadable. “Did you find answers?” she asked. “I found truth.” Her gaze flicked to the dried blood on my collar. “And consequences?” “Also truth.” She didn’t flinch. She didn’t scold. She did
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 133 - The Montova Massacre
Asaraiah Kaine — The morning after the kiss, the world felt different. Not softer. Not brighter. Sharpened. As if every edge, every breath, every heartbeat had been carved with new precision. My body hummed with the aftermath of what we’d nearly done—what we’d nearly become—and even though Malrik tried to pretend nothing had changed, the entire mansion vibrated with the truth of it. He wouldn’t meet my eyes at breakfast. I didn’t force it. Not because I was shy—no part of me had ever been shy with him—but because my mind was already moving toward something darker. Something unavoidable. Seraphine’s whisper from the orchard had been circling me all night: Your mother didn’t die where they told you she did. She didn’t die the way they said she did. I hadn’t planned to move this fast. But destiny never cared about planning. So by noon, I was standing in front of the Montova estate again. The gates glared down at me like iron teeth. The guards stiffened when they saw me,
