บททั้งหมดของ Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM): บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Sage lies awake. He doesn’t know how long he has been lying curled up on the bed on his side, but the night drags on.He remembers it. Every single word he said to Rowan—the words echo in his head hauntingly, mocking him for being so impulsive.A child? Ha. Sage almost laughs out loud. He has always believed that even if he’s a male omega, he won’t get pregnant; he can’t and won’t bear a pup, but it’s ironic how he changed that mentality so quickly, all to please the broken alpha.There should be regret. Sage expects to be overwhelmed with regret and be drowned in his own stupidity, but it’s not there, and there is no peace either, but there’s heat; it coils deep inside of him, burning low and persistent, refusing to be ignored.“I’m such an idiot,” he whispers to himself, shutting his eyes and instantly his body remembers the way Rowan had stood so close, trapping him against the wall, and the way his voice dipped lower when he asked—are you in love with me, kitten?Fuck.Sage screws

Bloom tries hard not to shiver at the woman’s harsh gaze.The omega servants hold her hands before her, her eyes trained on the floor, while Rowan’s mother sits in front of her with her legs crossed over the other, staring Bloom down as if the omega is not worth her time.“I’ve been told you are quite close to Sage; you even dared to badmouth my son in front of him. You have to be close.”Bloom visibly shivers at the coldness of the words that leave the woman’s mouth; they pierce through her like ice. “I am just a servant.”The woman snorts. “A servant who doesn’t know her place, but then again, that’s the same for all omegas recently, hasn’t it? You all worship Sage as your god. You think he is here to bring you out from some sort of… cage.” Her lips curl upward in a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes; it’s as devious and cold as her eyes. She continues. “And you believe him capable of it.”Bloom swallows. “I believe he cares for us,” she says softly, though every instinct screams at h

As soon as Seth steps out of the underground lab and into the forest, he stumbles against a tree, instantly supporting his weight with his palm on the tree just in time as he coughs out a clot of dark blood that stains the ground.Wiping a hand over his mouth, he continues, his vision blurred by the fog in his eyes and his knees wobbling, but he doesn’t stop walking farther and farther away from the lap that’s hidden from the pack and everyone.Compared to other times, this time it’s not so bad being experimented on, and that’s because Kieran wants him now. This time, he doesn’t just lie on that cold stone bed and let Dagon suck every drop of blood out of him; this time, there was a bit of fulfillment, or Seth was that hopelessly in love and pathetic, but a deal is a deal. Alpha Dagon gets his blood, and he gets Kieran.Finally, he reaches his destination and comes to a stop—a stream not far from his cabin. Suddenly, his body runs hotter than it was at the sight of the flowing water. H

“Come, run faster; you are the predators, not the prey.”Kieran’s voice booms loudly on the pack training grounds, and the wolves in their human forms run faster at the sound of his voice. Seth jogs behind, the sun beating down on them harshly, with sweat beading on their faces and their pants getting heavier and heavier with each passing second, and the sun seems to get even harsher to the point even supernatural creatures can’t bear the heat, but Kieran’s commands don’t stop; they only thunder. Seth scoffs, whatever got his pants in a twist.He glances toward the front, where Kieran is pacing alongside the lead runners, his expression hard, jaw clenched like he’s trying to crush whatever’s eating at him. It doesn’t take a genius to know something’s off, but the loud orders come to a stop when someone trips over his feet and Kieran orders everyone to stop, and they dramatically drop to the grass with loud thuds and cursing under their breath at the brutal training.Seth pants with

“Father,” Kieran calls as he pushes the door of his father’s office open, stepping inside to find the man not behind his desk as usual. Kieran turns to leave, but his gaze lands on an open book spread out on the table.Curiously, he gets closer, finding the drawing of a wolf. A frown aches on his face as he looks at the drawing, realizing it’s not a kind of wolf he’s seen before. Its frame is massive, towering over anything he has ever compared it to, or perhaps it is because it’s on the pages of a book. Its fur is pitch black, and its eyes are the darkest shade of red and hollow; they look like they can pierce anything, yet the redness of those eyes looks familiar, like he’s seen them before, but he immediately dismisses the idea. Its mouth is open, stretched far too wide with a row of long teeth and fangs, and with weird patterns on its body, glistening in the sketch as though the artist has seen it in person.His frown grows even deeper when he drags his gaze down to the words wri