《Bound By Bloodlines 》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

"Spill it, Vendetta," Valen said, his voice low and sharp, eyes narrowing as he leaned against the cold stone wall. His patience had worn thin with her games, and he had no time to humor her theatrics. And Vendetta had always been so capable of taking her time when delivering news, savoring the control she held over the conversation.Vendetta turned slowly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Always so demanding, aren’t you, Valen?" she purred, pacing in a slow circle around him. She liked to draw things out, relishing the tension. "But you see, good information is like a fine wine. You can’t rush it."Valen’s jaw clenched. "I'm not in the mood for games today, Vendetta," he growled, his tone full of warning. "Get to the point, or get out."She stopped in front of him, that sly smile widening across her face. "Very well," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I got word from a very reliable source." Her eyes sparkled with malicious delight as she continued. "It seems that lit

Dorian couldn’t stay in his chamber forever. The weight of the evening's events pressed down on him like an iron cloak. His room, once a refuge, had begun to suffocate him, the walls creeping closer with every second. He needed air—space—something to calm the storm raging in his head.The flickering memories of the main hall replayed in his mind over and over, but it wasn’t the chaos of the scene that unsettled him. It was her—Irwin. His mate, the one he had always seen as weak, the one he believed would be his downfall, had done something he still couldn’t comprehend. The surge of energy, the way the atmosphere around her shifted, the power she unknowingly wielded—it was as if she was something more, something... beyond his understanding. Something beyond being a hybrid.Who exactly is Irwin? He asked himself as he turned the latch on the door, stepping out into the cool night air. The chill bit at his skin, but it was exactly what he needed. Something sharp to clear his head.He had

Irwin’s frustration boiled over like a rising tide that she could no longer hold back. Her chest tightened with the weight of unspoken words, emotions she had swallowed for far too long. “ Okay, If you don’t want this bond,” she said, her voice trembling with barely restrained anger, “then maybe you should reject it. Reject me.”Dorian’s eyes widened in shock. The suddenness of her words hit him like a physical blow, and for a moment, he was speechless. Reject her? He had thought about it—entertained the idea when the bond felt like chains wrapping tighter around his chest. But to hear it come from Irwin’s lips, it felt too real, too permanent.“Do you even know what you’re saying?” he asked, his voice low, the words laced with a tension that mirrored the storm brewing inside him. “The repercussions?”Irwin didn’t flinch, her gaze steady even though her hands shook. “Well, I don’t care about the council,” she shot back, her voice gaining strength with each word. “This bond is suffoca

Dorian stood frozen for a moment, his eyes locked on Irwin’s. His hand, for the first time, stretched out toward her, hesitant yet firm. Irwin stared at it, disbelief and confusion washing over her. This was new. Dorian had never reached out to her like this. She had always been the one trying to bridge the gap between them, always waiting for a sign, some signal that he was willing to meet her halfway. But this—this was unexpected.“Dorian... what are you doing?” Irwin asked softly, her voice barely a whisper as if speaking louder would shatter the moment. She didn’t dare to move at first, her heart pounding in her chest. The flowers around them seemed to fade, and all that remained was Dorian’s outstretched hand, the gap between them feeling more like a bridge than a chasm.But Dorian didn’t answer. His jaw tightened as though he was battling something deep inside. His eyes, usually cold and distant, held a flicker of something else—something Irwin couldn’t quite place. His hand rem

Irwin’s gaze never wavered from Dorian’s face, her mind racing with questions she dared not voice. The weight of his silence pressed down on her, making the air between them feel thick and heavy. His hand, still nestled in her hair, moved with a gentleness that seemed almost foreign to the man she knew. It wasn’t the touch of a warrior or an Alpha; it was the touch of someone vulnerable, someone struggling with emotions he had long tried to bury.“Dorian,” Irwin whispered, her voice barely above a breath, “what’s bothering you?”Her question lingered in the air, unanswered, as Dorian’s eyes met hers. For a split second, she thought she saw something—a flicker of pain, regret, something deep and raw. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by the guarded expression he always wore. His lips parted, as though he was going to respond, but instead, he simply murmured her name.“Irwin...”The way he said her name, the strain in his voice, made her heart tighten in her ches