Todos os capítulos de The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The world was drenched in red. The field stretched endlessly, glowing under the eerie light of a blood moon. The grass beneath my feet was damp—darkened with something thick and unholy. The silence was suffocating, pressing in on all sides. And then… A whisper. It floated through the air, barely audible at first. But as it grew louder, I realized something chilling. I knew this voice. "You were never meant to survive this." A shiver ran down my spine. I turned slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs. The field was empty, stretching for miles. But I felt it. A presence. Watching. Waiting. Then, at the very edge of the horizon—a figure. Cloaked in shadows, shifting, curling, alive. It had no face, no features. And yet, I felt its gaze pierce through me, cold and knowing. I tried to move. Run. But my body refused to listen. "You are the key to unlocking everything… but keys can lock as well as open." The voice slithered around me, wrapping itself around my throat like a no

Her breath caught, her pulse hammering against her ribs. She pressed a hand to her mark, as if she could silence whatever was stirring beneath her skin. The sensation was fleeting, gone as quickly as it came, but it left behind an unsettling emptiness—as though something had just awoken inside her and was waiting for the right moment to take hold. She shook her head, pushing the thought away. This was exhaustion, stress—nothing more. At least, that’s what she told herself. The drive to Damien’s ancestral home was silent, heavy with unspoken thoughts. The further they traveled, the deeper they ventured into unfamiliar territory. The towering city skyline faded into the distance, swallowed by dense, ancient woods that stretched endlessly in every direction. And then, it appeared. Damien’s ancestral home loomed before them, an imposing structure of dark stone and ivy that seemed to breathe with the history of his kind. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, the fores

“I knew you’d try something,” he said, his voice a growl. Sofia’s heart sank as he stepped closer, his claws flexing. “Jake, please, let me go” “Don’t,” he snapped, his eyes glowing with anger. “Don’t make me hurt you.” “You don’t have to do this,” she said, her voice trembling. “You can let me go. We can end this.” Jake laughed bitterly. “You think it’s that simple? You think I can just let you walk away? You don’t get it, Sofia. I’ve already sacrificed everything for you. My humanity. My soul. You’re all I have left. Jake looked away, his shoulders slumping. “My sister. She... she looked just like you. She was strong, like you. She never gave up, even when the world tried to break her. And I couldn’t save her. I let her die, Sofia. But I won’t let that happen to you.”

Damien’s eyes darkened as he pulled away from Sofia, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her shiver. ”There’s a prophecy,” he began, his voice low and weighted with something unspoken. ”One that ties your bloodline to the origins of the curse. It’s been whispered among the packs for centuries, but I never thought—” He hesitated, his jaw tightening as if the words were too heavy to say aloud. Sofia’s heart raced, her pulse thrumming in her ears. ”My bloodline?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. ”What does that mean? How could my family be connected to this?” Damien’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin in a gesture that was both comforting and possessive. ”Your ancestors were not just human,” he explained, his tone grave. ”They were part of the first pack. The original werewolves. The curse didn’t just affect us—it started with them. And now, with you, it’s come full circle.” She felt as if the ground had shifted beneath h

The morning after their passionate night, Sofia had laid out her plan, telling Damien exactly what she thought they needed to do next. She hadn’t expected him to agree so easily, but he had. And that’s what led them here. Jake’s apartment had been abandoned for weeks, the air inside stale with the scent of something long forgotten. It felt wrong being here, stepping into a place that had once been his sanctuary. A place where she had once belonged. But that was a different life. A different Sofia. Determined, she sifted through his old belongings, searching for anything ....any clue that could explain why Jake had changed, why he had aligned himself with the hunters, and what it all meant for her and Damien. Jake's body was never found, but he is alive and watching them, waiting for the right moment to strike. He knows their every move, every weakness, and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Sofia’s fingers trembled as she unfolded the old, faded parchment, th