Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM): Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Kieran paces around the training ground, kicking a stone across the field as he waits with his arms crossed over his chest while the sun beats down on him. He lets out a sigh. And after what feels like an eternity, from the corner of his eye, he catches sight of Seth running towards him, and seconds later, he’s standing in front of Kieran with a charming smile on his face.Kieran tilts his head, poking his inner cheek as he scans him over. “You’re late.”Seth laughs. “Only by five minutes.”“Seven.” Kieran counters.“You counted?” Seth raises a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips.“Of course I counted; what do you think has been keeping me busy?” Kieran says, trying not to let his smile show as he bites the inside of his cheek.Seth steps closer, towering over him with his height, making Kieran look smaller when he’s pretty tall himself. “You missed me?”Kieran’s cheeks immediately flush. “We are here to train. Get those ideas out of your head. If I weren’t tasked by the elders to make

“Ashbroune will accommodate every omega, and we promise you security until you return to your various packs,” Elder Mora addresses the three omega women who stand before the council. Kieran watches from the side.“We and the rest of the omegas couldn’t thank you enough,” one of them says with a bow of her head. She continues, “We know what the journey here cost you and the risk of harboring us, but we swear, we will not bring trouble to your doorstep.”Kieran’s jaw ticks at her words. Trouble had already found their doorstep long before they arrived."Why haven't the alphas acted since multiple packs have acknowledged that the Nirathi pack is responsible for this?" the omega in the middle says, her eyes filled with dread. “Perhaps you are waiting for the last omega to lose their head?”"There hasn't been any reliable proof that the Nirathi pack is to blame, and even if they are, we don't know where they are; it's like chasing after a ghost pack. No one has seen a member of Nirathi; we

Kieran wakes up with a start, with the smell of something warm and buttery drifting into his nostrils, pulling him out of sleep. His eyes blink open, and he takes in the faint light peeking through the curtains in the room. He shifts against the warmth of the sheets before realizing painfully that this isn't his bed.Instantly, his brows furrow, and then it clicks. Seth’s bed. He’s in Seth’s bed. He had left the festival with Seth despite his protest. He looks down and immediately flushes, realizing he is wearing Seth’s shirt, which is loose on his body and hanging just a little too long on his arms. He sits up, pushing his blond hair back with his hands. He looks at the space beside him on the bed and finds it empty.With a deep breath, Kieran pushes himself up and strides out of the room barefoot, the smell of food growing stronger as he steps into the living room and then makes his way to the little kitchen.He finds Seth in the kitchen, his silver hair messy and falling over his fa

Seth now works at the pack clinic with a mask over his face. The nurses threw weird glances at him, but no one cared enough to ask. He can’t quit his job because his instincts are screaming for destruction at the raw smell of blood everywhere. Seth works, holding his breath, and he doesn’t lift his head as he scrubs the floors till he hears the sound of his name.“Seth,”Seth slowly lifts his head, eyes going to the entrance of the clinic, where a familiar woman stands: Castel’s mother. She walks over, and the closer she gets, Seth sees the tears stinging in her eyes and the way her hands tremble at her side. She comes to a stop in front of him.“Is there something wrong, Mrs. Annie?”She looks at him, and the tears come crashing down. “It’s Castel,” she starts.Seth’s heart almost drops at her pause. “What about Castel?”“She’s missing. I can’t feel her within the pack territory. I told her not to go into the forest; it’s not safe, everyone knows that, but she never listens to me. She

Killing those wolves is nothing, and leaving that deserted village is easy.Kieran’s grip on the steering wheel is so tight his knuckles are white. His eyes are sharp, his jaw locked, and without a word, he swerves the van into the nearest cut through the forest that leads back to Ashbourne. The tires bounce hard against the ground, but he doesn’t slow down. Every instinct inside of him screams at him to drive faster; he needs to get there.He should have known it was a trap. Should have known that bitch agreed too easily to take them to Nirath, but ha, here they are, miles away from Ashbourne, while it’s on fire—that’s a pack Kieran swore to protect; he won’t be alive and watch it burn.Fuck! Kiean curses under his breath as he whirls the wheels again, the van bouncing as the road is too narrow and the speed is at its highest; the van is almost flying off the ground, and no one tells him to slow down, the same weight pressed hard on their chest, not knowing what awaits them at home.