เข้าสู่ระบบThey told me to run. But the moment Cassian Thorne’s eyes locked on mine, the bond snapped into place—and there was no turning back. Cassian isn’t just any wolf. He’s the brutal, feared Alpha of Thornebrook. The monster who rules the night. And I’m just… human. I was never supposed to be in his world. Now I feel him everywhere: under my skin, in my blood, in every forbidden dream. The full moon is coming. The Alpha is done waiting. And he always takes what’s his.
ดูเพิ่มเติมThe Elder smiles, but it’s not kind. It’s the smile of a predator who’s cornered wounded prey. “You have one choice, Cassian Thorne,” she says, her voice carrying the weight of ancient law. “Deny her. Sever the bond before it fully forms. Cut the thread that binds you.” She pauses, letting the words sink in. “Or lose your right to rule.” The threat hangs in the air like a blade. I don’t answer immediately. Can’t answer. Because I don’t know if I can do what they’re asking. The thought of cutting the bond, of severing the connection that pulses between us like a second heartbeat, makes something inside me howl with rage. The wolf doesn’t want to let her go. Neither does the man. “The choice is yours,” the Elder continues. “But choose quickly. The longer you wait, the stronger it becomes. Soon, it will be beyond your power to break.” I look around the circle at the ancient faces watching me. Some curious. Some disgusted. All of them waiting for my answer. “And if I refuse?” I a
The Elder smiles, but it’s not kind. It’s the smile of a predator who’s cornered wounded prey.“You have one choice, Cassian Thorne,” she says, her voice carrying the weight of ancient law. “Deny her. Sever the bond before it fully forms. Cut the thread that binds you.”She pauses, letting the words sink in.“Or lose your right to rule.”The threat hangs in the air like a blade.I don’t answer immediately. Can’t answer. Because I don’t know if I can do what they’re asking.The thought of cutting the bond, of severing the connection that pulses between us like a second heartbeat, makes something inside me howl with rage. The wolf doesn’t want to let her go. Neither does the man.“The choice is yours,” the Elder continues. “But choose quickly. The longer you wait, the stronger it becomes. Soon, it will be beyond your power to break.”I look around the circle at the ancient faces watching me. Some curious. Some disgusted. All of them waiting for my answer.“And if I refuse?” I ask quietl
“Good,” I spit, though the words taste like ash in my mouth. “Let it tear. Let me bleed. I’d rather hurt than be someone’s property.”She doesn’t flinch at my venom. “You’ll wish you were dead.”“Let me.”Her next words are so soft I almost miss them.“He already is.”I freeze. “What?”She turns to face me, and her expression is heavy with something I can’t name.“You think this bond is one-sided?” she says. “You think you’re the only one in pain?”My chest tightens. The heat under my skin flickers, and for just a moment, I feel something else. Something that isn’t mine.Emptiness. Longing. A hunger so deep it feels like starving.“I saw him,” she says. “From the edge of the woods, when you were unconscious. Cassian. He didn’t know I was there, didn’t sense me watching. He wasn’t the composed predator you met. He looked…” She pauses, searching for words. “He looked like something was eating him from the inside. Like he was fighting a war with himself and losing.”I want to argue. Want
I don’t remember walking back through the door, but suddenly I’m sitting on the old couch in the living room, knees tucked up under me, arms wrapped tight around my body like I can hold myself together through sheer force of will.The room feels different now. Smaller. Like the walls are pressing in on me.Elsie moves like she’s walking on glass. Every step is deliberate, careful. She lights a single white candle and sets it on the coffee table between us, then sits in the armchair across from me. The flame flickers, casting dancing shadows across her face.“I felt like I was burning,” I whisper, breaking the heavy silence. “But not from the outside. It was like something was moving inside me. Under my skin. Pulling me forward like I was attached to a fishing line.”She nods, and something in her expression tells me this isn’t a surprise. She’s been expecting this.“That’s how it starts.”Her matter-of-fact tone makes me want to scream.“I thought it was in my head,” I say. “The dream
IVY’S POV:I wake up sweating.The sheets are tangled around my legs like they’re trying to hold me down. My skin feels too tight, too flushed, like I’ve been in the sun for hours even though the room is dark. I kick off the blankets, gasping for air that tastes too thin, then sit up and grab the edge of the bed like it might keep me from floating out of my own body.The room is spinning.No. Not spinning. Pulling.There’s a tugging sensation deep in my chest, like someone’s tied a rope around my ribs and they’re yanking on it. Drawing me somewhere I don’t want to go.I stagger to my feet, my legs unsteady. My feet are bare. The floorboards are freezing under them, but I don’t care. I barely feel it through the heat radiating from my core.Something is wrong with me.I tug at my hoodie with trembling fingers. It clings to my skin, soaked through with sweat that shouldn’t exist in this cold house. My shirt underneath is damp too, sticking to the mark under my ribs—the one that hasn’t s
The memory crashes over me like a wave, vivid and merciless as always.I remember the scream—high and sharp and full of terror. I remember the blood, so much blood, painting the forest floor in patterns that still haunt my dreams. The way her body went limp in my arms, all that vibrant life suddenly gone. The heat fading from her skin while I held her, begging her to stay, promising things I should have promised years earlier.The bond tearing loose like it was physically ripping out of me, leaving a wound that never fully healed.The pain never left.It just went quiet, settled into the background of my existence like a chronic ache I learned to live with.Until now.Now it’s back—louder. Angrier. Needier than it ever was before.And it doesn’t care that the new one is human, fragile in ways my kind isn’t meant to understand or navigate.That she has no idea what she is to me, what I am to her.That I hate the bond for choosing again, for dragging me back into this nightmare when I’d
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