Semua Bab Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Ember's POV As I stepped close, the ceremonious Altar grounds reeked of fate, fire and blood. Across the sky, I watched as the blood Moon bled like a Vendetta, its light igniting like a shadow and death. Behind the crowd, I stood, hidden beneath the chaos at the edge of the forest. I took a deep, shaky breath, my hands trembling as I gripped the bark of the tree which I leaned on, my legs wobbly, barely keeping me standing. Earlier, I felt it. Someone had spiked my wine. Maybe it was Kaela? It had dulled my senses, making my limbs feel heavy as stones, numbing my body, but not enough to numb the pain I felt. It was not even enough to drown out Ash’s whimpers and sobs in my head. Zane couldn't kiss her. If he does that, it would definitely be the end of us. But, the pack didn't seem to care because they began to change loudly as Zane stood at the center of the ceremonious Altar, draped in silver and black armor, engulfing the moonlight like a god himself. He looked lik

Ember’s POVThe courtyard hummed, buzzing with activities and noise. They had called it a training, some said it was just “friendly sparring” just to make the pack stronger. But, amidst their words, I could feel it; the heat that rose from the crowd. They were watching, waiting for the perfect time, whispering in the dark. I saw as Kaela stood at the center of the chaos; the dueling ring, stretching and prepping like a fucking viper. Her long legs sleek in leather pants, her blonde hair, braided back, a sly smirk dancing on her thin lips, smug and mocking. “Ember…” she purred, her voice smooth and sweet, echoing through the courtyard like venom coated in honey. “Join me, please?” I furrowed my brows, I already knew what this was. This was a fucking trap. And deep in my bones, I knew it. But, I took a deep breath and stepped towards the center anyway because I was too proud to decline, I didn't want to show any weakness to the pack. As I walked in, my feet bare, digging into the

Ember's POV The surroundings were icy, not the kind that could be felt on the skin. No. Something far worse, the kind that could pierce deep into your soul. I stood, my legs wobbly at the edge of the sandpit, boots sinking deep into the muddy, blood soiled dirt, my heart beating rapidly in preparation for what was about to come. It had already begun, the blood moon Trial practice and thick, bloody scents, sweat and dominance already hoovered in the air, suffocating. Growls could be heard, echoing off the pack walls, claws scraping against steel, bones cracking. And when I looked to my left, I saw him. He stood tall across the pit, his face cold and composed, arms folded across his chest, he didn't even spare me a glance, acting as though he didn't know who I was, like he didn't promise to fight the world just for my sake. I wanted to scream, so loud that my pain and frustration could be heard a few packs away. But I took a deep, shaky breath, shifting my attention back to the p

Ember's POV As I groaned awake, a familiar, intoxicating scent clung onto my skin, mixed with salt, shame and sweat. I tried to move, but I felt a heavy hand slung over my waist, pulling me in close to him, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic precision that got mine pounding vigorously. Zane's. He slept peacefully, so peacefully as though he wasn't putting me through pain and need, like he didn't just put my body through torment and a hot mess of needy, aching nerves while leaving me unused and unfucked. I tried to turn to my sides but his grip didn't falter. I pursed my lips, silently whimpering as I was still ruined, still wet and still starving for both his love and cock. I felt his breath brush against my hair, I shivered, almost at the edge of shattering once again. “I fucking hate you” I muttered under my breath, sobbing. As though he heard me, I felt him twitch slightly before his grip around my waist tightened once again. ******FEW HOURS LATER, THE CEREMONY**

Zane's POVHer scent was still on my hands.Still clinging to my jaw.Still coating my tongue like the aftermath of sin.And I hated it.I fucking hated how sweet she tasted.How her tears had soaked my skin like they belonged there.How her body had responded, desperate, trembling, begging.And yet I left her. Again.Because I had to.Because her blood was already reacting to me, blooming under her skin like death creeping in.Because if I ever let myself bury my cock inside her—even once—it would kill her.And I wanted her to suffer.I needed her to ache, just like I ached.I sat in the middle of my quarters, elbows on my knees, fingers bloody from how hard I’d dug them into my thighs. The scent of her cunt still coated my mouth. I could taste her orgasm on my tongue like a curse.My wolf paced behind my eyes, snarling. The walls of my mind strained to keep him caged.He wanted her.He didn’t give a fuck about prophecy or consequences.He wanted to mark her.Fuck her.Own her.But I