Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ember's POV The pack clearing was alive and bubbling with energy. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting a soft, ethereal glow on the crowd that had gathered to welcome the return of a name, long lost in the pack's legacy, me. Ember Wraith, daughter of the runaway Luna. It was a mystery traced down to bloodlines. I stood at the centre of the clearing, draped in a midnight silk that kissed every inch of my body like a second skin. It was too revealing for my comfort but then again, it belonged to my mother, I had to wear it because tonight, my appearance mattered. “Smile, Ember” my bestie, Cassia, whispered into my ears. “Gossips are spreading, let's give them a good one to think of” I pursed my lips, forcing myself to smile but it was almost difficult with so many prying eyes fixed on me. They arrived one by one, each more refined than the last. They raised their eyebrows and nodded politely, all pretending not to notice the lingering scent of Zane on me. The soreness

Ember’s POV The pack hall had never felt this quiet and cold before. Not even when there was a deadly dispute, an auspicious event or the blood moon casting its enticing glow across every sacred stone in the boundary. The ceremonious altar reeked of sin, I and Zane's sin. I barely had time to catch my breath after Zane had claimed me and roughly fucked me for the pack to watch when the pack guards suddenly charged at us, yanking me away from him as they ripped the little torn fabric left I had draped around me. The mating mark carved deep into my skin burned as it brushed against them but I didn't cry or whimper, not even from the pain. I had chosen this and didn't regret it one bit, I was ready to burn for him. The pack became an uproar of chaos, the crowd shouting and throwing curses at us. “You two defiled the moon's law that united our pack!” A pack member roared. “From the moment she stepped in here, I knew it! She's a curse!” Another sneered. “Send her on an exile or e

Ember's POV The arrow never made it. Faster than air itself, Zane twisted his body much quicker than the poisoned arrow aimed at my heart and then, he took the hit. I saw as the arrow sank deep in his shoulder, black liquid splurging out as it met with his skin. “Fuck!” He growled, his face contorting with pain but he didn't stop running even for a brief second. His grip around my wrist got tighter and fiercer, his claws digging into my skin. But behind us, the forest growled. The Scorch chasing us with fury, fire burning the trees down to ashes, blazing up. And then the roars and howls of dark, guttural rogue wolves. Goddess, they were literally everywhere, hunting me and Zane and they were closer than I could imagine. My breath hitched as I slightly turned my head, the wind brushing against my face, my heart beating vigorously in my chest. As I tilted back, I saw it. The edge, the end of the forest. It was the beginning of the awakening of hell, The Iron

Zane's POVThe moment the creature smirked, I knew we were doomed. It was not but fate, neither was it by the beasts snarling and clawing at the shattered doors of the temple, no. But it was from something older and darker, buried somewhere beneath us. As the Scorch's beasts all flooded in, their bones grinding, claws dripping with blood, fangs sharp and ready to tear their prey in pieces as they snarled like death itself. But, my eyes were not fixed on them, no. I was staring right into the soil of that fucking monster rising from the pit of the seal itself. It was half wolf and half god, its body shackled in light that throbbed like the heartbeat of thunder. And….it looked right at Ember, it's dark silver eyes staring right into her soul as though it wanted to burn her. But….much to my suprise, it smiled. “You want to burn, huh?” It purred, the corner of his lips curving into a sly smirk. “Then I will fucking light the world on fire for you” Then, as it went silent, all hel

Ember’s POVThe sky turned red, as though bleeding. My cage, the East Wing, felt icy and suffocating every damn time, the walls looking like punishment and an insult. The room tiny, as though it was a coffin meant to contain me even in death and the food I received three times a day? Cold and tasted like poison. I hardly touched it, just sustaining myself with little sips of water which also felt poisoned. I was barely holding on, barely alive. I had nothing else to live for. Zane had chosen to ignore me, spending more hours in a day with that bitch, Kaela. And ever since we returned, my wolf still hadn't said anything, not even a whimper. As though she had been buried deep at the back of my mind. She didn't trust anyone again. She felt betrayed by Zane, and maybe me too. And Zane? He finally became his father's “golden boy” again, as Alpha Magnus would call it. Zane had been training with the most powerful warriors in the pack, acting like nothing ever happened between us, li