Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Seth braces himself against the sink in his bathroom. His palms are flat on the cold sink, but it does nothing to cool him down. His chest rises and falls quickly, breath sharp and uneven. He feels like he’s burning from the inside, his skin too tight for his body.“Fuck,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut. He bends his head forward, with his silver hair falling over his face and sweat clinging to his temples, while his wolf claws at him from the inside, restless, hungry, and furious.He turns the tap and splashes cold water onto his face, gripping the sink harder. The water drips down his jaw, but it doesn’t help. His reflection in the mirror stares back at him with red eyes, pupils blown wide, and veins crawling across his skin like cracks on his neck and forehead.His fingers curl tight around the edge of the sink till it cracks under his tight grip. He growls low in his throat, teeth grinding. “Not now…” he mutters to his reflection, but his wolf doesn’t care.Seth throws his he

Kieran wakes up alone on the bed. He looks around the room as he pulls himself to a sitting position. Seth’s scent is faint in the space but is fading. Kieran looks at the window where the sky is dark and the moonlight bleeds through the window. It’s past midnight.His hand slowly goes to his neck, but he immediately lets out a hiss when he touches a bruise. Despite how hard Seth fucked him, he could tell the male was holding back more than a lot.What the fuck is he hiding? Why is it so hard to tell him? How bad can it be?His jaw clenches. Thank the fucking goddess his body has turned back normal; he no longer smells like an omega. What a fucking nightmare. It’s like going from one bad thing to the other without a fucking break. If he’s not getting attacked by rogues or mad wolves, he’s getting caught up in some crazy shit in one way or another, and each thing is worse than the last.He pulls himself from the bed, naked. He goes to Seth’s wardrobe and takes the first shirt he finds a

Bloodfang is holding a feast. The feast is loud with wolves laughing, drinking, and eating like they hadn’t seen food in weeks, while the long dining table is filled with various types of food that haven’t yet been touched. Sage is getting used to the lavish feast the pack throws frequently. It’s a long night, and he’s bored. Rowan hasn’t been present the whole night.He nods his head to the sound of the drums, sitting at the edge of the long table, but that’s before his rhythm was cut off when he was dragged to the dance floor by a few omega girls.“Come on, Luna,” they tease, giggling as they circle him, moving their bodies to the beat of the drums that suddenly seem to get louder, and everyone looks like they are looking at him now, most of them clapping their hands, waiting for him to dance.Sage stands awkwardly in their midst, realizing it’s ridiculous as they spin him around, but then he moves, one step at a time, awkwardly and not knowing what the heck he’s doing. He can’t danc

When Sage returns to the villa, he slams the door so hard that there's almost a crack in the wall. He finds Rowan in the kitchen. He rushes towards the male, and as he turns to face him, Sage's arms immediately wrap around his abdomen, and he rests his head on his chest.“Hey, easy there, kitten,” Rowan says, a bit baffled as his arms go around the omega, holding him, feeling the way he trembles against his body, his breath coming out ragged and his heart pounding so fast and hard Rowan hears it. He also smells fear engulfing him like a blanket. Rowan's hands slide up Sage's back, stroking smoothly, trying to ground him. “What happened, kitten? What got you so scared?” He asks softly in his ear, lowering his head to brush his lips against his temple.Sage shakes his head quickly, pressing his face hard into Rowan’s chest, almost as if trying to hide inside if he could. He can't say it. His throat burns with words that want to claw out, but they stick like glue on his tongue. The sh

“Rowan…”Sage calls softly as he pushes the door of the alpha’s office open. The room is dark, with the curtains at the window shut, yet Sage can make out the alpha sitting behind his desk. He sports a small smile as he walks in closer, but once he’s close enough, his nose instantly catches the metallic smell of blood. His gaze moves to the floor, where there are broken pieces of glass and a cigar burning through the rug, filling the room with a burning smell.“Rowan…” he calls again, quieter this time, walking around the desk until he’s by the alpha’s side.“Rowan, you’re bleeding—” Sage’s voice cracks a little, his brows knitting as he reaches for his hand, but Rowan suddenly lifts his head, piercing Sage with his gaze that makes the omega visibly flinch.Rowan doesn’t move. His hands are resting on the armrest, with blood dripping slowly from his palm onto the carpet. His jaw is clenched tight, and his eyes are hooded, fixed on nothing in particular.If the dark, gloomy pheromones