All Chapters of Fangs Of Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

Xeros RomanovI had never felt more useless in my entire life than I did now.My mate… my Cassie was curled against the stone wall like a broken bird, knees drawn to her chest, shoulders shaking with sobs that tore out of her in ragged, silent waves. And I just… stood there. Three feet away. Hands hanging at my sides like dead things. Because I was the reason she was crying. I was the architect of every tear carving a path down her pale cheeks that used to glow for me.I tried to speak to her, to get her to breathe, but the effort died when it yielded no results. I had built that chasm between us with my own stupid, terrified hands.The wind moved through the bare trees behind the pack house, rattling branches like bones. The sound scraped over my skin, but it was nothing compared to the sound of her trying to breathe through the panic I should have held her through.My knees hit the cold gravel as I sank down. I wanted to touch her so badly that my hands shook. But I knew I had lost

Cassiopeia Nyx.The ceiling above my bed was the same ceiling it had always been—dark wooden beams, a single golden chandelier that swayed whenever the wind howled outside.Tonight it felt like a lid closing over a coffin.I lay on top of the covers still fully dressed, boots included, because sleep felt like betrayal. My eyes burned from staring too long at nothing. The bond was a low, constant thrum of pain in my chest, like a second heart beating only grief.I didn't know what time it was, but it was night already, and most times, he would lie on the rug beside the door.I wanted to open it.I wanted to crawl into his lap, bury my face in his neck and breathe until the world stopped spinning.I wanted to scream at him until my throat bled.I wanted to beg him to never leave me again.But I shouldn’t. I didn’t even know if I was angry anymore, the hurt was slowly fading, only to be replaced with the crushing pain of being apart, of building my walls so high that I didn't know how to

Cassiopeia Nyx.I didn't know how long I sat there, knees curled so tightly, they poked my chest. Every bone in my body was on edge, waiting for the rogues or worse, my father to arrive and the door and start banging, screaming at the guards and everyone to let him in, to let him have the banE of his existence.I didn't think hw would ever go this far. I thought his hatred for me was only when I was in his sight, when he saw me, he couldn't stand the thought of me being his daughter, but now, I knew it was even deeper than that. He and I were so intertwined in this knot of hatred that one couldn't live while the other was alive; it was either I died, or he died.Then we could finally have peace.Then, everyone around me, including Xeros, Demetria, the pack, and even the people back at Nyx pack, could finally be free from this bond of ours that did nothing but cause chaos and distraction.Demetria.DemetriaMy eyes snapped open. The world tilted.Demetria.She hadn’t been in the infirm

Xeros RomanovI hit the cottage doorway at full speed, shoulder first, and the entire frame explodes inward in a shower of splinters.The stench of death slams into me first.Axel lies on his back in the middle of the floor, eyes wide to the ceiling, throat open ear to ear. Blood dripped from the rafters in slow, deliberate drops. His face is painted in shock, which means it wasn't a fair fight, he was attacked from behind and killed in a single strike.No Cassie. No Demetria. No Dimitri.The room is empty except for the corpse of one of my best warriors and the echo of my own heartbeat hammering in my ears.A low, broken sound crawls out of my chest. Not human. Not wolf. Something in between.Cassie isn’t here.I reach for her through the bond, hard, desperate, the way you throw a rope to a drowning man. Nothing. The thread is there, glowing faintly, but it’s muffled, like trying to hear her voice through ten feet of water. Something is blocking me.The helplessness I feel is dis

Xeros RomanovThe scent hits me first—Blood. Smoke. Her.Cassie.I don’t remember how I scaled down the mountain. All I know is that the cave mouth finally comes into view and every instinct I have screams that I am too late.I sprint inside.And the world stops.Demetria is crouched over Cassiopeia’s bound form, one hand gripping the knife, the other already reaching toward Cassie’s stomach. Cassie is pale—too pale—eyes glassy with terror and pain. Blood streaks her face, her wrists, her thighs. And the chains bite so deeply into her limbs that her skin has turned blue.I don’t breathe.My vision tunnels.A sound tears itself from my chest—a roar so violent the cave trembles and the flames of the cauldron shudder violently, black liquid splashing over the rim.Demetria only sighs and rolls her eyes.“Ugh. her comes the guardian angel.”“Get,” my voice is a growl so deep it scrapes stone, “away. From. My. Mate.”She does not move.Instead, she grabs Cassiopeia by the throat. She cho