All Chapters of Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ember's POV The air froze the moment that voice came. Every flame around us died, leaving only the faint golden glow in my eyes. The silence that followed was wrong, heavy, like the forest itself was holding its breath. I knew that voice. I’d never forget it.“My flame… you can’t run from what you are.”The witch’s whisper slid through the smoke like cold fingers on my skin. Zane moved in front of me instantly, his body tense, every muscle tight. I felt his pulse through the bond, steady but burning underneath. The ground shuddered, and before I could react, something black and slick pushed through the dirt. Roots—twisting, alive, reeking of rot—wrapped around my ankles. I gasped and tried to pull free, but they tightened, biting into my skin.Zane’s growl vibrated through the air. He slashed at the roots with his blade, the edge blazing gold as it met the darkness. The roots hissed, curling back, smoking where the golden light touched them. My fire flickered, weak for the first time

Zane's POV Smoke still clung to my lungs. The ground was scorched black where she’d been—where Ember had burned out of my arms and vanished. I dropped to my knees, hands digging into the ash until my claws split the earth. Her scent was still there, faint and fading—sweet fire, honey, heartbreak. Every breath tasted like her, like smoke and loss. I called her name again and again until my throat bled. Nothing answered. Just the wind and the echo of my own madness.The bond was still there, a thin thread buried deep under my ribs. Faint. Flickering. Mocking. I could feel her heartbeat somewhere far away, weak but alive. That was all it took. I got up. My knees shook, my body half-shifted, but I didn’t care. The forest around me blurred, the world tilting between rage and grief. She was gone, and I would tear the earth apart to bring her back.Kaela’s voice hit me from behind. “Zane, stop! You can’t go after her—she’s not even here anymore!” Her words cracked, full of something I didn’

Zane's POV The world burned red. I woke choking on smoke, my skin searing before my mind even caught up. The bed was gone, replaced by a ring of fire crawling across the floor like living veins. The air crackled with power—bloodfire. My own breath turned to ash. And through it all, she stood in the middle of the blaze, the woman I loved, the one who’d once whispered my name like a prayer.Ember.Her hair was a tangle of flame, eyes split down the middle—one gold, one black. Her voice when she spoke wasn’t hers alone. It was two sounds twisted into one. “You shouldn’t have trusted me.”The words hit harder than the heat. My body reacted before my brain could. I lunged toward her, only for the circle of runes beneath me to flare. The blast threw me back, pain slicing through my ribs. I hit the wall, the world swimming in red light. The air stank of burning wood and blood.“Ember,” I rasped, forcing myself upright. My skin smoked where the runes had burned me. “I know you’re still in th

Zane's POV The night air cut through my lungs as I ran. Every step burned, but I didn’t stop. Ember’s trail was faint now — a whisper of smoke, a smear of ash along the bark. I’d been tracking her for hours, maybe days. Time didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did except her.The bond throbbed under my ribs, weak and trembling, like it was fading the further I went. My wolf growled in protest, pushing me faster. Find her. Fix it. But the forest around me was dying. Trees split down the middle, soil cracked from heat. It looked like she’d burned a path straight through the border woods, and I was the idiot chasing the ruin she left behind.A faint rustle made me freeze. I caught movement to my left — a raven, blacker than shadow, cutting through the night sky. It circled me once before diving down and landing on my arm. Its claws dug into my sleeve, and I almost tore it off before I saw the mark etched into its feathers — the royal crest, burned in blood-red lines.I swore under my breath.

Zane's POV The sun rose like a mockery of peace. Pale light spilled through the palace windows, brushing gold across the marble floors, but it didn’t reach me. I’d been standing in the corridor for hours, watching the throne room doors where Ember disappeared with my father last night. The laughter and music were long gone, replaced by silence thick enough to choke on. My knuckles were still raw, half-healed from the stone I’d crushed on the balcony. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying her face—her eyes when she looked at me before she turned away. That small, dying spark that still felt like her.She was alive. Here. In his arms.The corridor smelled of wine, wax, and betrayal. Servants swept away petals from last night’s feast, whispering about their new Luna. About how radiant she looked. About how lucky the King was. I wanted to rip their words out of the air.I caught movement down the hall. Magnus. Walking beside her. Ember.Her hand rested lightly on his arm, her head tilted just