All Chapters of Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Chapter 151 - Chapter 156

Zane's POV The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of herbs and earth that always reminded me of my mother. I slipped away from the castle grounds before anyone could notice. My steps were silent, practiced. The old garden had been my refuge for years, a place where the chaos of the pack softened, where memories of better days lingered like morning mist. Roses bloomed here, wildflowers swayed, and the faint hum of residual magic made the air feel alive. I drew in a steady breath, letting it settle my nerves.At first, everything seemed normal. But then… a shiver ran down my spine. It wasn’t cold. It was the pulse — subtle at first, like a heartbeat out of sync. Dark, heavy, something that didn’t belong. I froze, nostrils flaring as I caught a faint scent drifting through the air. Ember. But not her. Something twisted, alien, riding on her familiar warmth. My instincts screamed.I followed the pulse cautiously, sticking to the shadows between the hedges. Smoke curled lazil

Zane's POV I stormed through the castle halls, my wet boots slapping against the stone floors, leaving dark trails behind me. The air inside felt thick and stifling compared to the crisp night outside, and every step echoed too loudly in my ears. My body still buzzed from what happened at the lake, that intense fuck leaving me half-hard even now, my cock aching with a need that wouldn't quit. The rune on my chest throbbed under my shirt, a hot pulse that matched my heartbeat, sending little jolts straight to my groin. It was like a dirty secret branded on my skin, reminding me of how I'd lost control, pounding into Ember's body while Aradia laughed inside her. I shoved open the door to my private chambers in the pack's stronghold, the heavy wood banging against the wall as I slammed it shut behind me. The click of the lock sounded final, but it didn't bring the relief I wanted.The room was dark except for the moonlight filtering through the tall windows, casting long shadows over th

Zane's POV I barricaded myself in the pack's ancient ritual chamber right after Aradia left my chambers, slamming the heavy stone door shut and dragging a massive oak table in front of it to keep her out, or maybe to keep myself in. The room was dimly lit by flickering torches mounted on the walls, casting long shadows over the carved runes and symbols etched into the stone floor. The air felt thick and musty, like it hadn't been disturbed in years, with a faint scent of incense from old ceremonies lingering. I made my way to the central altar, a slab of cold, smooth granite that chilled my skin as I sat down on it, crossing my legs in an attempt to meditate. I needed to clear my head, to push away the rune's filthy urges that were still raging through me after what we'd done earlier. But it wasn't working. The veins under my skin pulsed steadily, matching the throb in my cock, which had gone rock-hard again without any warning. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, sliding down the shaft in