Semua Bab FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Alaric’s body was a wall of heat pressed into Kael’s back, their legs tangled beneath the velvet blanket that clung to their sweat-slicked skin. His nose buried at the crook of Kael’s neck, breathing in slow, savoring inhales like a man addicted to something far too forbidden. His lips brushed Kael’s scent gland with reverence, his voice a smoky growl against delicate skin.“You smell like warmth… like home,” Alaric murmured. “You’re killing me, baby.”Kael’s breath hitched, fingers lacing through the Alpha’s hand where it rested on his belly. He could feel it, the desire, thick and heavy between them, the way Alaric’s hips twitched as if resisting instinct with everything he had.“I can feel you,” Kael whispered without thinking.And he could. Pressed so close, it was impossible to ignore the way Alaric’s hardened length throbbed between them, hot and unforgiving through the thin fabric of his pants.Alaric hissed, low and sharp, before letting out a strangled chuckle. “Are you gonna

Morning came, and it's the festival day.A pale haze clung to the palace windows as if even the sun was reluctant to stir, brushing only the edges of the world with light. The air was cool, gentle with a hush that only mornings before sacred things knew how to hold. The Festival of the Double Moons would not begin until nightfall, but the palace had already started to feel different, a reverent rhythm settling into the walls and floors, into the scent of warmed milk and moon herbs steeping in a distant kitchen.Kael blinked awake slowly, his lashes heavy with sleep. The bed was warm beneath him, but empty beside him. Alaric had already risen, likely called early by court duties, the sort that wore heavy sashes and grimmer expressions. Kael didn’t mind. Alaric’s absence left behind something sweet: the memory of being kissed on the forehead, of being touched like something rare, precious, and he knows that’s what he is to Alaric.He's still yawning and stretching when he heard a knock

A fancy breakfast at the East Chamber was a matter of formality, though uninvited guests did not look to be entertained. The long table stretched beneath a canopy of flowering glass windows, the light tinted a soft gold-blue through centuries-old stained panels. A warm breeze whispered in through the open arches, carrying the distant scent of cedar and roses.The table was quiet.Too quiet.Except for the small, repetitive clink of Amora’s spoon stirring her tea. She wasn’t drinking it. Just stirring, and smiling at no one in particular… one would think she's mentally challenged if they're not used to being around royals and fake smiles.Alaric sat at the far end, back straight, jaw set. Beside him, Casian looked as pleased as a kicked dog, one cheek still blooming with a purplish hue that hadn't yet faded, and a faint mark along his collarbone where Alaric’s knuckles had kissed him days ago.It was healing, of course—werewolf blood was swift in healing and mending. But not fast enoug

(Kael’s POV)I wasn’t exactly allowed to wander. But Aaron wasn’t one for rules… okay, at least not when it came to mine.“We’re stretching your legs,” he had said, already pulling me towards the door. “Getting some fresh air. Doctor’s orders.”“Doctor’s orders?” I gave him a look, trying to suppress a smile.“I’m the doctor,” he smirked. “And your nurse. And your unpaid therapist. And your emotional support Alpha.”“Sounds like you’re in the wrong career,” I murmured, letting him tug me gently toward the outer hall.He didn’t respond to that, just tightened the scarf around my neck like I’d blow away if the wind decided to flirt with me.By the time we stepped outside the palace, the air hit me like perfume and heat and too much sound at once. I blinked against the sun and smoke. The streets were alive.Color. Color everywhere.Ribbons as long as veins of joy, crept between roof to roof. Purple and gold, waved mightily over our heads, crimson were narrower, and was entangled in-betwe

(Kael's POV)I used to think light couldn’t be soft. That fire only burned, only destroyed.But tonight, the garden glowed with a hundred gentle flames that didn’t devour, they danced, swaying softly.And for once, I let myself watch them without fear.The palace garden had been transformed. Petal-lanterns hung on the weeping willow-trees, like flowers turned to blossom wrong-side outwards, their sheeny skins trembling gold and blushing in the air. And little bells were jingling down all the walks, and their chorus mingled with the wandering talk of great lords and ladies, and with the skipping skip of children after ribbons. There were floating candles in shallow pools, and the reflection of the candles dangled like they, also had hearts.It was the sort of loveliness that made you hurt.The type which was as false as promises from nobles seeking political positions.I moved through it carefully, trying not to be seen. My robe for tonight, as insisted by Alaric, was cream with silver