Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Ember (As Ash) POVThe witch didn’t flinch when fire hissed at my fingertips. Her shadow bled across the doorway, stretching long and unnatural, her voice smooth as poison poured into wine. “Ash,” she said, savoring the name like it was a lie she’d already unwrapped, “you wear a mask well. But fire always leaks through the cracks.”My jaw locked. I forced the glove back over my burning palm, smothering the rune’s glow. “I don’t know what you mean.”Her smile was patient, indulgent, like a cat toying with a bird. “You will.”She stepped into the room, slow, deliberate, the circle of her skirts whispering over stone. The smell of smoke clung to her, sharp and bitter. My chest stayed tight. One wrong twitch and she’d have me on my knees before I could breathe flame. She had already seen too much.“Secrets,” she said softly, her eyes cutting into me, “are currency. Yours could buy me kingdoms. I could sell them now—tell Magnus, whisper it into Kaela’s eager ear—and watch your little disgu

The blood on Zane’s sheets was still wet when I touched it. My hands shook, but I pressed my fingers harder into the stain, as if I could wring him out of it, as if I could drag him back just by holding on. The shattered window gaped open, the night wind howling in like laughter. The voice that had spoken a moment ago—low, sharp, promising ruin—was gone, leaving only silence and my pulse crashing in my ears. My chest was too tight, every breath like a knife. My prince. Gone.I stumbled to the window, claws of panic raking through me. My disguise, my mask, everything I had built to stay hidden nearly split apart when I caught the faintest trace of blood on the stone ledge. His blood. I gripped the frame so hard it cut my palms, my voice cracking before I could stop it. “No… not him.” The words were raw, breaking. I forced my throat closed, swallowing hard until it hurt. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could hear. Ash couldn’t fall apart. Ash couldn’t love a prince.Boots pounded the corri

Ember (As Ash) POVThe roar still hung thick in the air, ringing out through the courtyard like a loud, untamed thunder, literally shaking the floors and stone walls, the spears in the grip of the warriors rattling from the impact. Bells clanged loudly, their balls clattering in the metals, the thick, almost suffocating scent of smoke wafted into the building, then into my nose, making it impossible to take a breath. In order to follow Magnus's orders, the guards ignored the commotion and scurried off, Magnus's voice booming through the chaos, ordering the guards into lines even when panic gnawed deep in their chests. Kaela seemed calm amidst the chaos, her moments smooth and precise, as she walked around like a predator who has singlehandedly caused the storm and as usual, these dark, preying eyes of hers never left my skin, not even when the smoke rose thick in the air. I could literally feel her stares clawing its way deep into my skin, more heavy and painful than the relic clu

Ember's POV (As Ash)The words had barely left my mouth before the tower shuddered beneath my feet. A sound like stone grinding against bone rippled through the air, followed by a low hum that crawled up my spine. The relic in my palm throbbed once—then went still. The light faded, leaving nothing but a haze of smoke and the smell of burnt air.Lucien lay slumped near the wall, his arm still seared with the mark the relic had branded there. The symbol pulsed faintly—gold, then black—like it wasn’t done deciding what he was. I hadn’t meant to reveal that mark. I hadn’t even known I could.My breath came fast, shallow. My hands trembled as I crawled toward Zane. He hung in the center of the room, his head low, hair falling over his eyes. The chain around his throat was glowing faint red, steam curling from where the runes touched his skin.“Zane,” I whispered, voice raw.He stirred faintly, lips parting. “Ember…” His voice was cracked, fragile. “You… shouldn’t be here.”A laugh slipped

Zane's POVI woke to silence. Not peace—just the kind of silence that follows ruin. The tower was a skeleton of black stone and smoke, the floor cracked open where the relic had burned through. My throat felt raw, my chest tight, my muscles heavy like I’d been dragged through fire. The chains that had once held me were dust, but their marks still burned around my wrists.Ash floated in the air like slow snow. The scent of blood clung to it, thick and sour. Half my men lay scattered across the rubble, their armor twisted and blackened. Lucien’s body was gone, the ground where he’d fallen carved with strange sigils. The witch’s stench still lingered—rot, sulfur, and something older.She had her.I could feel it before I even let myself think it. The echo of her power pulsed faintly under my skin, the same rhythm that had matched mine before the tower fell. Ember was alive. The bond wasn’t gone; it was distant, like a heartbeat under water.I dragged myself upright, the world spinning on