All Chapters of Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ember (As Ash) POVWith each step I took, the forest slowly swallowed my petite body whole, the chanting from the wolves behind me seemed to slowly fade until finally, only the crackle of leaves under my boots could be heard, followed by the deep echo of my own breath. I swallowed hard, the air thick and suffocating, making it almost impossible to breathe. The ground was damp and wet with rain water, my boot sinking inside. I clutched the hilt of my dagger tightly, the runes I had carved earlier glowing faintly, but thankfully, in order to make it not to be noticed by anyone, I had smeared thick, black paint over it to mask out the rune’s powerful glow. I had to look weak and vulnerable in front of everyone, I had to look like an easy target, like a wolf less Omega in the sight of everyone, or else, Kaela's suspicion would only grow if she saw me acting more than I should. I couldn't risk it, at least not now, not when all hope had been pinned on the plan I had prepared before ha

Ember (As Ash) POVThe witch’s eyes lingered on me too long. When I leaned to pour Magnus’s wine, her head tilted slightly, her nostrils flaring like she was peeling back my skin with her scent alone. A faint smirk pulled at her mouth, the kind that never bled into her eyes. “Strange,” she murmured, her voice carrying easily through the chamber, low but deliberate enough that every ear twitched. “You smell familiar. Like a girl I burned once.”The words slid through me like knives. My pulse hammered in my throat, and for one sickening moment I felt the wine pitcher slip in my grip before I forced my fingers tight again. My mask held, but barely. Across the table, Zane’s eyes snapped to her. Golden, sharp, steady. He didn’t speak, didn’t even twitch, but the weight of his gaze alone was a warning sharp enough to flay her alive if she pushed further.Magnus only chuckled, dismissing her as though she were a child with a toy. “Paranoid again, witch? Every shadow looks like your ghosts.”

Ember (As Ash) POVThe blade in my hand tasted of metal and other people’s thirst. The hall had gone so quiet it felt like someone had stolen sound from the world and left only the thud of my heart. The rogue’s face was a map of bruises and endurance; his eyes were the thing that cut me. They recognized me. Not the make-believe Ash everyone wanted, but Ember. The look in his eyes was small and dangerous, like a lit match under a pile of dry leaves. Recognition was a blade with two edges; if he spoke, if he named me, everything I’d stitched together would tear and the things I wanted—freedom, revenge, Zane—would burn with it.Magnus leaned forward, a grin that smelled like rot. Kaela’s fingers left mine, her perfume sliding across my skin and making it hard to breathe. The witch sat back, smile slow and certain. Zane’s stare across the room was a furnace; I felt its heat and I felt the fear beneath it, the plea not to do something reckless. The entire court waited like a beast on a lea

Ember (As Ash) POVThe hall glowed with firelight, shadows twisting over banners and stone, but the warmth of the flames couldn’t disguise the sharpness that lingered in the air. Every laugh was forced, every clink of goblets too loud, as though everyone in that room was just waiting for the moment when blood would spill across the table. I walked in at Magnus’s side, my shoulders squared, my expression carved from stone. Every eye turned to me, and though I wore the face of Ash, though the chains of disguise wrapped tight around me, inside I was Ember. And Ember was boiling.Magnus’s hand pressed heavy on my shoulder as he steered me forward, the weight of possession more than comfort. His voice slid over the hum of conversation. “The faithful guard,” he purred, his tone mocking enough to grate under my skin. His gaze flicked toward Zane, lounging lower down the table like a wolf leashed too tightly. “Tell me, do you still dream of freedom, Zane?”Zane’s smirk was a knife dipped in f

Ember (As Ash) POVThe hall stank of incense and sweat. Dawn’s first light bled through the tall windows, streaking across the marble where the witch’s circle was carved deep into the stone, its lines writhing like living things. Nobles pressed shoulder to shoulder, their silks rustling, their whispers buzzing sharp as flies over carrion. The air was fever-hot, anticipation heavy enough to choke. Chains weighed on my wrists and ankles, biting cold against my skin. They rattled with every step, a performance of weakness I could have broken in an instant if I dared unleash my fire. But that was the point, wasn’t it? Magnus wanted me bound. Wanted me displayed. Wanted the world to watch Ash stripped bare.He sat high on his throne, a cruel smile playing at his lips as he lifted his hand. The noise fell like a blade had cut it. His voice carried, smooth, booming, dripping power. “Today, truth itself shall strip away lies. Let none claim loyalty without proof.”His gaze landed on me, and m