All Chapters of Tangled In Scales: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Three years ago...Morning had barely begun when Hayden left his small apartment, the crisp mountain air biting at his skin as he made his way to the clinic. He liked early mornings—Mount Haven was still quiet, the streets empty except for a few shopkeepers setting up for the day. A peaceful, predictable routine.He barely noticed the figure lurking at the alley’s edge.He was thinking about his patients when he heard footsteps behind him.At first, he ignored them, assuming it was another early riser. But the sound didn’t fade. It stayed, matching his pace.His stomach twisted.Hayden turned his head slightly, just enough to glance over his shoulder.A man followed him. Tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair tousled as if the wind had run through it too many times. His skin had a slight unnatural pallor to it, but it was the eyes that set off alarms in Hayden’s mind—golden, almost glowing in the dim light.

The scent of Ishaan’s rut was suffocating.It clung to the air, thick and carnal, a scent so potent that even the most reckless males wouldn’t dare step foot near his hut, because every one of Ishaan’s brothers knew—their eldest would kill them without hesitation if they so much as lingered in his territory.The females knew better too—none of them would survive if they even so much as breathed too close because even in his exhausted state, Ashwin would rip them apart for trying.Everyone in the clan knew.The first son was in full rut.And his mate was inside, completely at his mercy.Inside the hut, the world blurred into heat, sweat, and raw animalistic lust.Ashwin was on his stomach, legs spread, his ass in the air, body trembling with exhaustion and overstimulation.It was only the second day of Ishaan’s rut.And Ashwin was already ruined.But Ishaan wasn’t done with him.Ishaan

The family bathhouse was warm with steam, the earthy scent of heated stone, fresh herbs, and clean water filling the air. The soft glow of firelight flickered against the sturdy stone walls, casting long shadows that danced with the mist curling up from the large bathing pool.Ashwin sat with his back against the smooth stone edge, his translucent silver-white hair damp and clinging to his bare shoulders, the nearly waist-length strands trailing over the surface of the steaming water. His tail lazily coiled and uncoiled beneath the water, occasionally brushing against the twins' smaller, excitedly wriggling tails as they splashed about, their high-pitched giggles echoing softly.Imara sat between her parents, her tiny hands gripping Ishaan's arm while her long white hair fanned out in the water like silver threads. Koa and Kai were curled up near Ashwin, their heads resting against his torso, eyes half-lidded in sleepy contentment afte

The hut was warm, carrying the faint scent of burnt herbs and whatever incense Ishaan had lit the night before. Ashwin was sprawled out on the bed like a discarded offering, his green tail stretched lazily across the soft nest of blankets, still sluggish from—well, from being absolutely ruined.Unfortunately for him, he was not alone.Two other tails—one a deep, shimmery purple, the other a bright, fire-kissed orange—were tangled up with his own. Kire and Oti, his so-called friends, were on either side of him, watching him like he was the funniest thing they’d ever seen.And judging by their barely contained laughter, he probably was.Oti let out a loud, dramatic sigh, dragging a single finger down one of the many bite marks on his shoulder. “Ishaan is a menace,” she announced as if she had just made the greatest discovery known to Naga-kind.Kire, who had been admiring a particularly dark bruise on Ashwin’s thigh, sno

The air was cold.A crisp, biting chill that clung to Hayden’s skin despite the heavy fur coat draped over his shoulders. He lay on his side atop the thick bedding of furs, his body aching in a way that left his limbs heavy, his mind foggy with exhaustion. His breath curled in soft puffs of white, vanishing into the frigid night as he stared at the sky above him.The three moons of Kal’Raksha hung in perfect alignment—red, blue, and white. Their glow bathed the frozen land in an eerie, dreamlike light, painting the snow in hues of violet and silver. The sight was breathtaking, otherworldly, and for a fleeting moment, Hayden allowed himself to simply exist beneath their gaze.And then—A shift in the air.A presence behind him.Heat.Ohas.Hayden barely had time to react before a strong, familiar arm wrapped around his waist, dragging him back against a solid, burning-hot chest.