All Chapters of Awakening the White Wolf: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Kiara’s POV The kiss deepened instantly. It wasn't gentle anymore. This time, it was more of a hungry confession, like he was desperately trying to claim me. Darius’s lips moved over mine with a bruising intensity, and his scent, forest, and all the danger I desperately missed, filled my lungs. I felt the slow, steady burn of his hands leaving my face to wrap around my back, pulling me flush against his solid body.I let myself drown for a moment, letting the flood of sensation wash away the fear and the betrayal. But then, the image of him on the stage, the whispers of the new Luna, flashed behind my eyelids, and a gasp of pain, unrelated to my injury, forced me to pull back.I placed my hands on his chest, pushing gently, though my fingers were already curved into the fabric of his shirt. “We can’t do this, Darius,” I whispered, my voice raw and trembling. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”He didn't move an inch. Instead , his eyes, dark and heavy with need, locked onto mine. A fain

Kiara’s POV The first thing I noticed when my eyes fluttered open was the empty stretch of sheets beside me. I knew for a fact that sheets were almost equivalent to the aftermath of a nap or whatever, but this one, the feeling that came with this one was different and I didn't like it one bit. I also hated that it hadn't been too long since I woke up, but yet, I was already feeling some type of way. The feeling coiled in my lower belly, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get rid of it. After much difficulty, I pushed my mind back to the present. I wasn't too ecstatic to start the day, but it's not like there was anything I could do to make nighttime come faster than it was supposed to. The sheets were still warm, but he wasn’t there. For one blissful second, I thought maybe he’d gone to get water, or maybe he’d still crawl back in and hold me like he had last night.My mind worked on its own, as a replay of last night flashed at the back of my mind. I'd been injured

Kiara’s POV The room was quiet, too quiet and I hated it. It was the kind of quiet that didn’t comfort,it accused. It grated against my nerves and I hated that it was pressing against me from all sides, despite how hard I tried to fight it. Every breath I took seemed too loud, like the walls themselves were judging me for still being here. For still breathing after everything.Rowan’s words kept replaying in my mind, slithering through the cracks of my resolve like smoke. “You could be more than this.” He'd said. It wasn't just the way he'd said it, but the purpose and determination behind his voice. He was the one who wanted to kill me. The same one who yelled in my ears that Darius would never get to me in time, the same one that promised to make my life a living hell If I dared to say the truth, so what thr fuxj was he trying to play at, by helping me. “You could have power, Kiara. Real power.”I told myself it was manipulation. That I wouldn’t let him get into my head, but

Kiara’s POV The hall shimmered with gold and laughter, but I could barely breathe. It felt like a freight train was ramming against my chest, but that wasn't the worst part. No matter how uncomfortable I felt, I couldn't bring myself to react. Not that anyone would notice, but because I wasn't quite sure I'd done the right thing. Every sound, from the clinking of glasses, to the rustle of silk, down to the laughter that didn’t quite reach the eyes, they all felt like a blade scraping against glass. My glass.I took my seat quietly, hands clasped in my lap so no one would see them tremble. The air smelled of roasted meat and honeyed wine, but all I could taste was the bitterness of my own nerves.The vial’s contents were long gone, mixed into a single goblet hours ago. I told myself to act normal, to be normal but it was easier said then done. I muttered to myself that I was hust another face at the table, another guest pretending that nothing had shifted beneath the surface, even

Kiara’s POV The cell wasn’t large enough to pace in, but I tried anyway. I took one, two, three steps and just before coming against the wall. I didn't want to, but in the absence of anything else to do, I pressed my palms against the wall. The stone underneath was cold and it sent shivers down my spine. The air tasted like iron and damp rot, the kind that crawled into your lungs and made you forget what sunlight felt like.I didn’t know how long it had been since they threw me down here. Minutes maybe , or hours even? I wasn't sure, because the silence was cruel enough to stretch time into something unrecognizable. Every sound felt amplified around me, and I feared that if I didn't get out of here soon, I was going to go crazy. Everything seemed to be getting to me, from the drip of water from the ceiling, down to the scrape of my shoes, and the uneven rhythm of my breathing.And through it all, one thought kept clawing at my skull.He used me, and I let him. He'd played me, and