Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

It's the day of the ritual. Sage stands at the front of the human-length mirror while the maid ties the last ribbon on his robe. The sheer fabric is soft, flowing down his body like water, and gracing the floor. He feels like a stranger in those robes; no matter how many times he's been dressed up like a doll, he can never get comfortable because he's not that kind of omega, but this is just for the ritual. Once it's over, he's getting rid of it and probably banning it so no other omega experiences this torture. He runs a hand over the front of the outfit, trying to smooth it out. “Are you alright?” Bloom inquiries. Ssgs nods and offers a flat smile through the mirror. “Yeah, just nervous.” “You shouldn't be. The people of Bloodfang are nice; it's just that it's the first time an omega is becoming their Luna. They are scared of you,” Bloom assures him. Sage nods again. Suddenly, the door opens. Sage reels his head and watches as Rowan steps in, dressed elegantly in black, his

“Alpha Rowan, we are being attacked by rogues!” Sage eyes widen.“There are too many of them; they’ve already crossed into the territory,” the guards continue, and instantly, the crowd breaks, and gasps of horror fill the hall as people turn to each other in panic and the murmurs grow louder.Rowan immediately looks over at Liam, and he nods before rushing out of the hall with the guards. Rowna turns to the crowd of panicked wolves; his voice booms loudly as he shouts. “Everyone, stay in the hall. No one is allowed to leave until we’ve cleared the territory. I repeat, no one goes in or out.”The people quieted down immediately. Then he turns to Sage. “You are to stay here.”Sage blinks, then immediately shakes his head. “No. I want help.”“You staying here is helping.”“I can fight,” Sage insists. “Don’t look at me as an omega.” His voice turns defensive, and his eyes turn into a glare.“I’m not looking at you as an omega,” Rowan replies simply. “I’m looking at you as someone who can

Rowan stands before the pack elders, a cigar trapped between his lips, letting the smoke drift lazily upward as he stares them down, unfazed by the disapproving frowns etched on their wrinkled faces.“Beta Callen is dead; the pack can’t go on without a Beta, we already don’t have a Gamma.” An elder starts with the clearing of his throat.Rowan snorts. “What makes you think I can’t rule my pack on my own? Why should I need another Beta?” he questions, taking another drag of his cigar, a look in his eyes that’s just unreadable.“It’s balanced. An Alpha doesn’t rule alone. No alpha has ever ruled alone,” another elder voices. “We understand Beta Callen died because of his crimes, but he is recognized by everyone as having worked hard as Beta, and now that he is dead, there should be a replacement.”Rowan tilts his head, the look in his eyes never changing. “And who do you have in mind?”“Liam,” comes the chorus reply.Rowan raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t get to speak as another elder

“Why?”Those are the first words that come out of Sage’s mouth as soon as Rowan walks in through the door with a cigar trapped between his lips. The alpha looks at him with a raised eyebrow as he walks closer to the bed, where Sage is sitting with his knees to his chest.“Be more specific, darling,” Rowan says, pulling the cigar from his lips, his voice low, and taunting.Sage scoffs and then clenches his jaw. “Why didn’t you make Liam Beta? Why did you refuse?”Rowan smirks, putting out the cigar on a glass tray on the table at the side. “Would you have preferred that I did?”Sage grimaces, and looks away,looking more annoyed than pleased as his green eyes drill a hole in the wall. “I don’t care what you do, but you knew refusing him in front of the council would paint a bigger target on my back. You knew it, and you still did it.” As soon as the words come out of his mouth, Sage realizes he has forgotten one single detail. He is a pawn in whatever fucked game and plan in the alpha’s

When Sage steps into Rowan’s office, he is immediately overwhelmed by the smell of wolfbane thick and suffocating in the air in the dark space with peeks of light trying to pierce through the curtains. He immediately brings a hand over his nose to block out the scent, his gaze instantly landing on the alpha behind his desk, unconscious on the table with a glass of wine in his hand just like last time.Sage takes a step forward but halts just as quickly when the memory hits. The last time he tried this, he was slammed against the wall and someone else’s name—not his—was called. His jaw clenches and his eyes harden. A lump forms in his throat instantly as the bitter taste of humiliation still lingers even now.“Rowan?” He calls out without taking another step forward, his voice coming out tighter than intended, but receives no answer. With a heavy sigh, he gets closer; he immediately stands at the side and snatches the glass of wine from the alpha’s hand with enough space between them.