All Chapters of Blood Rust (Moon Sinner I): Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Alina and I are busy setting up the dining room table, placing plates, utensils, glasses, and other things. I've never set up a table before, so I'm following Alina around like a lost pup. She hands me things, tells me where and how to put them, and I do it. Neither of us talks to Elyse, as the woman is still fuming along hurrying us up. We bring the cauldron onto the table, along with meat, vegetables, and salads. Before I can blink, the room is filling up with wolves. I stand aside while Alina greets and talks to some of them.She's so natural with it. One can truly feel at ease with her. Only, the room grows quiet when Malphas, followed by Nazir, enters. I'm by the second door, unable to resist the urge to look at him. The moment he sees me, his eyes flash red and his shoulders relax. He's still half-naked. The man doesn't know the concept of a shirt. I swallow thickly, wondering if he'll blame me for Elyse being mad at him. But instead, he approa

Nazir and I reach the border in the woods first. I decided it would be safer not to shift, staying in our human form for now. The border is decided by the ravine, and it's almost perfect how the set of trees doesn't grow in one line, signifying this split between the territories. According to Rheyes, going further than this is dangerous; the rogues roam these woods and communicate too well with each other. There are two big rogue packs; one is in the east, where Rheyes has done his work, and one in the west. I ponder, watching the woods with a keen eye. It all seems so peaceful, but the undercurrent of danger can be felt in the air. With a grunt, I turn back, starting to walk towards the village. Nazir is close by. Quiet as usual, but through the bond, I can sense that there is some tension in him."Speak, Bróðir." My command doesn't go unnoticed, but Nazir remains silent for quite a few moments longer. I stop, turning to look at him. Strange how this defiant Lycan doesn't irritate th

His nose buried in my hair, the effects of the orgasm make my muscles twitch, and I keep leaning into his hold. Malphas seems to be enjoying it, while the clarity of what just happened slowly seeps into my conscious mind. I keep replaying the moment in my head, a storm brewing inside me from the overwhelming emotions that are blurring the lines between the rational and the desirable. He shifts, hands going down to my hips to press his against mine again. "You have my scent on me. Should be enough." He gruffs, slowly untangling me from his hold. I stand shaky, the cool air reminding me that I am still half-naked. As soon as his hands slip away, I reach for the pants and shove my legs through the holes. As I put them on, my hands are trembling to the point that I can't hold the hem properly."Enough for what?" I croak out, looking up at the Tyrant. He's watching me with satisfaction, muscles taut with confidence and arousal. The gaze is predatory; he w