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Chapter Fifty - Dimitri

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Jason’s voice still echoed in the air, sharp as a blade.

We can’t tear each other apart and protect her at the same time.

My brother was right. He was always right when it came to balance, to holding the pack steady. But the words still cut, because they left me exposed—like he’d stripped the steel from my bones and shown the weakness beneath.

I clenched my jaw, watching Amelia’s small form fold against him, her shoulders trembling, her forehead pressed into his shoulder as if it were the only safe place left.

It should have been me.

It should have been me shielding her, taking her fear, steadying her light. But I wasn’t built for gentleness. My hands had been forged for war, not comfort. And if I held her now, she would feel the truth in my bones—that all I saw were threats. That even her light terrified me.

So I stayed still, the cold one, the cruel one. Better to be hated than to fail her.

Mateo’s fire simmered nearby, restless, coiled like a
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  • Bound by blood and the moonlight   Chapter Fifty-Eight- Dimitri

    The mansion felt alive in a way it hadn’t the night before. Morning sunlight spilled across the marble floors, warm and soft, carrying a sense of fragile calm. Amelia stirred lightly in the bed, the bond thrumming faintly through the air — gentle, insistent, alive.I paused outside the doorway, hand on the frame. She was awake. I could feel it before I even saw her, every pulse of her heartbeat reaching me, each one carrying fragments of relief, fear, and something more — something fierce and tender.Inside the room, Jason’s hand still rested lightly over hers, his head tilted as if he were memorizing every detail of her face. Mateo was beside her, holding her shoulder with a careful strength that was equal parts protective and loving. The sight made my chest tighten, and yet, I couldn’t step away.She looked so small in the bed, fragile and exhausted. But the bond told me otherwise. It spoke of her resilience, her courage, the way she’d risked everything for u

  • Bound by blood and the moonlight   Chapter Fifty-Seven- Mateo

    The soft creak of the door made me lift my head before I even saw who it was.“Mateo?” Amelia’s voice was small, fragile, still carrying the echoes of fear and exhaustion from the night before. She didn’t move, not yet, but I could feel her presence through the bond — tentative, wary, like a flower still closing after a storm.I took a careful step into the room, my boots quiet against the marble. My heart twisted at the sight of her — pale, fragile, still trembling slightly as she clutched at the blanket. She looked at me, and for a second, I saw everything that had terrified me in the clearing reflected back in those wide, hazel eyes. She’d survived, but just barely.“Amelia,” I breathed, keeping my voice low. “You’re okay. You’re here. You’re safe.”She let out a shaky laugh, more a sigh than humor. “I am now,” she said softly, eyes dropping to the floor. “Because… you’re here.”I stepped closer, letting the bond hum between us, its warmth radiating

  • Bound by blood and the moonlight   Chapter Fifty-Six- Amelia

    The first light of dawn filtered through the tall windows, soft and golden, brushing across the room like a gentle promise. My eyelids felt heavy, weighted with a strange mix of exhaustion and lingering fear, but something warm tugged at the edges of my awareness.I stirred slowly, sensing it before I opened my eyes — a presence so constant it felt woven into my very skin. Jason.A faint ache traced through my body, every limb reminding me of the night before, of the uncontrolled power that had almost torn me apart. My chest tightened, heart still hammering as the memory of light exploding from me flashed across my mind.And yet… there was safety here.I blinked, slowly forcing my eyes open, and the first thing I saw was him. Jason’s dark hair fell across his forehead, tousled from hours of restless watching. His golden-brown eyes were half-lidded, but the concern in them never faded. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t left my side all night.I swallowed, a lump f

  • Bound by blood and the moonlight   Chapter Fifty-Five- Jason

    The first hint of dawn bled through the tall windows, turning the marble floor a dull gray. The mansion was still except for the sound of a slow, steady heartbeat from the room down the hall. Amelia’s heartbeat.Jason rubbed a hand across his face, the scrape of stubble rough against his palm. He hadn’t slept, but that wasn’t new. Sleep and guilt never mixed well.Mateo was slumped beside Amelia’s bed, chin on his chest, one hand still wrapped around hers. Dimitri had finally gone downstairs an hour ago, pacing the front hall like a ghost. Jason lingered in the doorway for a moment, then eased it shut. They needed rest. He needed movement.The house smelled of smoke and antiseptic. He crossed the corridor to the great room and stirred the ashes in the fireplace until a few orange sparks flickered to life. The warmth hit his face, but it didn’t chase off the cold sitting in his chest.He remembered another night like this—different walls, different firelight

  • Bound by blood and the moonlight   Chapter Fifty-Four- Dimitri

    The mansion was too quiet. Too still. Even the walls seemed to hold their breath. I’d walked these halls a thousand times before, every echo, every shadow familiar — but tonight, the silence was a punishment. It followed me with every step, wrapping tight around my throat until it felt like I was suffocating. From down the corridor came the faint crackle of a fire. Mateo hadn’t left her side since we brought her home. Jason slept in the chair by the window, one arm draped over his eyes, but Mateo… he hadn’t moved. He wouldn’t. I paused outside the door, hand against the cold wood. Her heartbeat pulsed faintly through the bond — fragile, distant, but there. That sound used to mean safety. Now it felt like a warning. She had done that. Amelia. She’d unleashed power strong enough to tear the forest apart — to destroy whatever threat had crawled out of the dark after us. And in doing so, she’d nearly d

  • Bound by blood and the moonlight   Chapter Fifty-Three- Mateo

    The world still smelled like smoke and lightning.Amelia’s light had faded to a faint shimmer along her skin — so pale it almost didn’t look real. She lay limp in my arms, her head resting against my shoulder, her breath shallow and uneven. Every step I took, every time her body shifted against me, I felt that tiny, fragile rise and fall. It was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.Jason limped ahead, the right side of his shirt soaked through with blood. He wouldn’t let me help him. He never did. Dimitri followed a few paces behind, his blade sheathed but his hand still trembling where he’d held onto her power for too long. His face was carved from stone, but I could feel the cracks in him through the bond — the quiet panic buried under all that control.No one spoke.The forest was dead quiet. No insects. No wind. Just the sound of our boots on the earth and Amelia’s soft, uneven breathing.I shifted her weight a little closer against my ches

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