บททั้งหมดของ Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Ember's POV I turned restlessly on the cold dungeon’s floor. I couldn't sleep, even after the torch in the dungeon had died out, even after I had buried every emotion as Ash under my skin….I still couldn't sleep. I had to pull myself up from the ground and began pacing to and fro in the room, my eyes fixed on the empty wall, a hand pressed on my chest against the rune which burned under my skin, like I could quiet the ache. But unfortunately, I couldn't. Because tonight, Zane had touched me, not with anger or hate, no, but with something deadly that I couldn't fathom, something that warned me to be careful.He didn't look at Ash merely as just a bodyguard anymore, under those golden, distant orbs of his was a look of suspicion, as though Ash looked familiar to him, as if his body remembered something his mind couldn't. And goddess, I really wanted him to remember but then again, not that quickly.My breath hitched, the air in my air became suffocating so I quickly wore my Ash di

Ember(As Ash) POVThe knock on my door wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. I was already awake.I hadn’t slept again.I sat up on the edge of the cot, shirt still damp from last night. My thighs ached. My chest felt hollow. I hadn’t come down from it. Not really.The knock came again—harder this time.“War chamber. Now.”One of the guards. Not Zane’s voice.I didn’t reply. Just stood, grabbed my cloak, and shoved my arms into the sleeves. I didn’t bother with binding my chest tighter—it was too raw. Too sore. Let them stare if they noticed. Let them wonder. My skin still reeked of him.Of want.Of restraint.******The war chamber was quiet.Zane stood near the northern table, a scroll in one hand, a goblet of something in the other. The fire was low in the hearth. Maps, crystals, and blades cluttered the table’s surface, but he wasn’t looking at any of them. Not really.He was looking at me.I kept my chin down, hood low, spine stiff. Soldier stance.“Ash.”I bowed my head in acknowle

Ember(As Ash) POVEvery bone and nerves in my body screamed in pain, like they fucking hated me for what happened to them. I just laid there; flat on the marble, cold ground, didn't bother making any movement, my gaze scanning the ceiling, counting each squares they had. Due to the impact of Zane's intense attack on me last night, my body ached, my shoulders hurting badly from slamming me into the dirt. My ribs ached in an intense pain and between my thighs; it was sore, not because he had fucked me, no, but because I craved his touch but never received it. Last night, Zane had almost let go of every ounce of control he had left in him and goddess knows I really wanted him to. The air in my room grew heavy, thick with the suffocating scent of him that literally made me go crazy. On my skin I could still perceive that intoxicating scent of his sweat and still felt his enormous weight on my petite body from pinning me on the ground, eyes fixed on me, almost piercing deep into my ski

Ember (As Ash) POVNight fell fast.I waited until everyone was asleep, then slipped into the pit.The trial grounds were dead silent. Dust and dried blood still clung to the stones. Moonlight poured through the iron grate high above, painting the arena in silver bars.I stood in the middle of it and stared down at the dirt.I’d been here before.Not as Ash.As Ember.They’d thrown me in naked, bleeding, screaming.I buried her here. The girl who loved too hard. Trusted too fast. Thought she could lead a pack and survive.I buried her and became something else.“Ash doesn’t break,” I whispered, kneeling.I pressed my palm to the rune beneath my ribs. It pulsed back. Hot. Hungry. Like it wanted blood.Then something moved.Low growl. Too deep to be a man’s.I stood slowly, body tensed.A hellhound.Loose.Fur like coal, eyes burning with ember-light, fangs dripping acid.No blade.No time.I shifted.Half-wolf, the way I swore I wouldn’t again—not in front of them.Claws out.Fangs bar

Ember (As Ash) POVHe looked like—My first kiss. That dumb beta boy from the training dens. The one who gave me moon flowers and a promise. His image cracked as he smiled, eyes gleaming.“You wanted someone to love you, didn’t you, Ember?”I shoved my blade through his neck.They weren’t real. They weren’t mine.But gods, they were fast. Trained. Brutal.The fake mother slashed across my ribs. I screamed. Hot blood gushed down my hip. I fell to one knee, vision doubling. Another rogue grabbed my throat, slammed me against the wall.I dropped my blade. My lungs seized.His breath was on my face. “Not so strong now, Omega.”That did it.I twisted, bit into his wrist, tasted the sick copper of his blood, and kicked off the wall. He dropped me with a curse.But I couldn’t stand.My side was split open. My strength fading. My legs shook as I tried to push up—Then I heard it.A growl. Low. Deep. Not human. Not even close.It didn’t come from one of them.It came from him.Zane.His snarl