Alle Kapitel von Fangs Of Love: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Cassiopeia Nyx"Who could be so daring to attempt an attack on the king's private quarters" Elder Yousef asked, his dark face marred with worry lines, Whispers floated all through the large space of the meeting room. They looked apprehensive, this was the first time someone had brazenly attempted an attack on the king's private quarters.Xeros and i remained quiet as we watched them mull over the information we just shared, there was nothing more to say, Xeros was unconcerned but i seemed to drift towards the worried questions the elders seemed to throw at one another.Who could it be? What made them so fearless? Could it be an uprising?The more they spoke the more my anxiety levels spiked. Xeros's grip around my wrist was firm and comforting but he was distracted, his calloused thumb circled around the soft skin of my wrist. I didn't know what exactly had consumed his thoughts. His eyes were focused on me but they were dazed."Xeros" i whispered, shifting in my seat beside him. He b

Xeros RomanovThe moment she nestled into my arms, everything unraveled. The heat of her body, the soft tremble of her fingers as they wrapped around my torso, the scent of her filling my senses—it all became too much. Cassiopeia. My mate.My queen.Immediately, I recognized Nox's desire. I tried to run away, to put some distance between us, but it was futile. She was a force I couldn’t resist, pulling me in, tearing apart every shred of resolve I had left. And now, she was here, standing in front of me, despite me telling her to stay away... looking up with those eyes—filled with longing, trust, and something else… something dangerous.Desire.I could feel the heat radiating off her, searing my skin as if it were my own. My wolf, the primal force within me, roared in approval, clawing at the edges of my mind, desperate to claim what was ours. To mark her, to bind her to me in every way.But I couldn’t.The images flashed through my mind, unbidden and relentless—the scars that marred h

Xeros RomanovI had driven the knife in myself.The words still rang in my skull like a curse I couldn’t undo—"You can’t handle it". I had spent the last hour telling myself it was mercy. Telling myself it was restraint.But as I sat hunched at my desk, fists pressed into my temples, the truth gnawed at me—I’d said it because I was afraid. Afraid that if I touched her while the heat was crawling like wildfire through my veins, I wouldn’t stop. That I would take and take everything until there was nothing left of her but my scent and my ruin.The shame burned deeper than the hunger.My chest was tight, every muscle wound taut as the heat pressed against my control, whispering for me to go to her. To find her. To claim her until I forgot the years of cold, empty silence that had been my life before her.I couldn’t do this anymore. The door burst open, cutting right through my thoughts and a stupid part of me desperately hoped it was her.It wasn’t.Rory stood there, panting, panic i

Cassiopeia Nyx The first thing I woke up to was warmth on my face. My eye brows furrowed as I yawned and rolled away, trying to bury myself deeper into the sheets. My eyelids fluttered but the heavy pull of sleep clung to me, thick and stubborn. I curled tighter, the blanket cocooning around my body, dragging me further into the weary land of rest. In an attempt to get even more comfortable, I moved my leg. A sharp ache ripped up my thighs, startling me awake. I gasped, eyes snapping open instantly. For a second, everything was a blur of pristine sheets and sunlight—but then the ache spread like a wildfire, up my thighs coiling deep in my lower abdomen. What…? My heart began to race. I blinked, trying to shake the sleepy haze from my head and understand what was happening but every small shift made my muscles protest. My skin was tender, almost like i had been scrubbed raw.I looked down, confusion creeping up my throat—and froze. The sheets had slipped low on my chest. Bare skin

Cassiopeia Nyx"I just...."She trailed off as she glanced at Martha and Rori whose expressions were bothe very unwelcoming.I felt the eggs I had eaten churn in my stomach,threatening to creep back up my throat.That was the very reason i kept my distance from Demetria. I hadn't seen her since my coronation day and even desperately avoided walking past the guest quarters whenever I wandered through the pack just to prevent any chances of bumping into her, because whenever I saw her, I was instantly reminded of everything I had gone through at the hands of our father.Xeros, Martha, Rori... none of them were a direct link to my past at Nyx pack, so it was easier around them. Easier for me to breathe. I couldn't breathe around her. And she knew it.Before I could open my mouth to speak, she turned around in haste towards the hallway she had come from, ready to bolt back.I should have let her.But my foolish, stupid heart wouldn't let me be."Wait," I exhaled, almost breathless from the