Semua Bab Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Ember's POV The walls were breathing.Or maybe I was.Barely.My body didn’t feel like mine anymore. Just torn flesh and cracked bones wrapped in cold skin. The blood had dried. The brand still burned. The collar pulsed in time with my heartbeat—if I even had one left.I was curled on my side, naked on stone, cheek against the place where I once carved hope. That mark was gone now. Covered in black crusted blood.I didn’t speak.Didn’t blink.Until the air shifted.It wasn’t footsteps I heard.It was magic.The kind that didn’t ask permission.The shadows thickened—then peeled away like skin, revealing a shape cloaked in midnight. Not Lucien. Not Zane. This presence wasn’t laced in fury or lust or chains. It was older. Calmer. Something that didn’t crawl or claw for power because it was power.He stepped toward me—slow, deliberate, silent like the grave.“You’ve been carved,” he said. His voice rumbled like thunder low in the earth, old and cold and terrifyingly patient. “Beaten. Bro

Ember's POV Pain.That was the first thing I felt.Not fear. Not confusion. Not even rage.Just pain.A cold, steady ache that bloomed across every bone in my body like rot.I blinked. Slowly. The ceiling above me wasn’t obsidian, wasn’t laced with breath or fire or the pulsing veins of a living cave. It was stone. Gray. Dead. Familiar.I was back.Back in the fucking Moon Fang dungeon.The floor beneath me was wet. My blood. My piss. My shame. Who even knew anymore? The chains dug into my skin like they missed me. My collar pulsed against my throat, tighter now, like it was angry I’d dared to leave.The cloak was gone.The silk, the warmth, the scent of war and smoke—gone.There were no feathers here. No black wings. No altar made of molten stone.Just me. Cold. Naked. Bleeding.Alone.“He brought me back,” I whispered. My voice cracked, thin and hollow like a dying thing. “He… saved me.”But then why was I here?Why did it feel like being saved was just another word for being claim

Ember's POV I still had his taste on my tongue.My legs wouldn’t stop shaking, spread wide on his sheets, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob. My wrists were still chained—loose now—but I didn’t care. My body didn’t feel like mine anymore. It felt like his. Like he’d cracked me open and poured himself into every fucking inch.Zane hovered over me, breathing like he was still starving, even after devouring every part of me.His fingers brushed my cheek, then lower—down my throat, between my breasts, tracing every bruise and mark his mouth had kissed. His eyes glowed faintly, shadows moving across his bare chest like smoke coiling under skin.“You’re not trembling because of fear,” he whispered, voice rough and uneven, lips dragging along my jaw. “Are you?”I shook my head.He smirked, slow and sinful, before sinking his fingers between my thighs again. I cried out—soaked, hypersensitive, desperate—and grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but to ground myself. But even that

Ember's POV They dragged me into the throne hall again, bare and broken, and this time, I didn’t even fight it.What was the point?The torches lining the walls burned black—actual black—casting warped shadows that bent in unnatural ways. The scent of sulfur hung thick in the air, mixed with ash, old blood, and something ancient that made my wolf recoil. She didn’t speak. She didn’t stir.The altar had changed. Again.It was no longer a place of ritual—it was a fucking cage. Carved from obsidian, fused with bone, pulsing with runes I didn’t recognize but still feared. They thrummed with energy that made my skin crawl, made my insides twist like they already knew what they were meant to trap.Kaela smiled at it like it was a gift.Lucien stood next to her, arms folded, smug as ever.Magnus was already on his throne—back straight, black robes flowing to the floor like oil, fingers stained with blood that still dripped onto the stone beneath him. And I didn’t need to ask whose it was.T

Ember's POV They dragged me back in pieces.Not just my body….my soul.My knees scraped against stone, my ribs screaming with each breath. Blood smeared my chin, dried in the corners of my mouth, crusted on my thighs. My hair clung to my skin like seaweed—filthy, damp, tangled with sweat, tears, and humiliation.But nothing hurt like the silence.The silence from him.The silence from the male who used to shatter the world just to reach me.Now?He looked at me like I was nothing.A smudge of dirt beneath his heel. A ghost he didn’t know how to remember.They threw me into the cell like waste. The metal door slammed behind me. I didn’t even flinch. I just lay there, curled around the ache. Every bruise, every split lip, every cracked rib should’ve sent me sobbing.But I didn’t cry.Couldn’t.Because all I could see was Zaner.Standing above me.Blank.Controlled.Obedient.The way he looked at me… like he didn’t fucking know me.Like I wasn’t the female he once dragged from flame and