Semua Bab Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM): Bab 141 - Bab 150

It’s late into the night, the moon is high in the sky, the pack house is quiet, everyone already in the warmth of their bed, Rowan sits alone in his office, staring at the moon that peeks through the window that has the curtains drawn while the air is heavy with smoke from the half empty pack of cigarettes on the table with empty bottles of whiskey scattered on the desk and rolling on the floor.He leans back in his chair, taking a long drag of his cigar while in his other hand is a glass of whiskey. His eyes are bloodshot, his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest.The silence. The darkness. The loneliness. This is what Rowan is used to but for some reason, this time it feels different, it’s like they are clawing at his skin and making him uncomfortable. He wants his mate. He wants his Omega and holds him in his arms but Rowan doesn’t know how to face him just yet.He doesn’t know who to look at him without thinking the omega’s mind on someone else. Rowan can’t give him what a fa

Sage stares at the sky lying on the grass of the garden right behind the pack house. The night is quiet with the stars scattered above him like little pieces of glass. The sky, the breeze, and even the darkness that surrounds him are peaceful, but the same can’t be said for his heart, which is at war. His chest still aches from all the crying, his eyes sting, and his head feels heavy; it’s been two days already, yet everything still feels wrong.He wishes he could stay here in the peace and darkness, where no one can find him, but that thought just proves to be just another wistful thinking as he senses Alpha Rowan before the alpha joins him on the grass.“You weren’t in your room,” he states.Sage’s jaw pulls taut, and he turns on his side, turning his back to the alpha, putting a hand under his head to support it, and curls himself. “Go away,” he murmurs under his breath. He just wanted a moment of peace after being curled up in his room for two days, but he can’t have that now, can

“The alphas from neighboring packs are coming together to celebrate the victory at the Nirathi pack.”Kieran stops himself from rolling his eyes as he listens to his father. As much as he’s happy that there will be no more missing omegas, a feast is always a lot of work, and he’s the one doing all of that work.“The Bloodfang pack has been invited.”Kieran’s eyes light up almost instantly as his head jerks up to look at his father. “Sage is coming?”Alpha Dagon sighs. “I am not sure. That omega brother of yours might not want to set foot in Ashbourne.”Kieran’s brows twitch upward in disdain. “And whose fault is that? Sage will never forgive you for what you did, and neither will I.”“I am not asking for your forgiveness. I did what I had to do for this pack. When you become alpha, you will understand that some sacrifices have to be made,” comes his cold reply.Kieran stares at him with disappointment. “When I become alpha, I’ll make sure I sacrifice no one, especially my child.”“You

The training ground of Ashbourne is crowded with wolves. Kieran stands in line with seven other alphas, who are to present their various packs with bows hanging low in their hands and arrows at their backs.Kieran reels his head to the little crowd that gathers to watch. His gaze finds Alpha Rowan, who sits at the side, legs crossed and a cigar trapped between his lips, enjoying the show. He flashes a smirk at Kieran when their eyes meet.Kieran looks away, and at the same time, Sage appears beside him in the line with his bow and arrows; instantly, murmurs of disapproval break out among the alphas.“An omega?” one scoffs. “Is this a joke?”Another stares directly at Alpha Dagon, who stands at the front to address them. “This is a hunt between alphas. How can you allow an omega to stand here? The omega might be your son, but isn't this insulting to us, Alpha Dagon?”“Sage doesn't stand here as an Omega of Ashbourne but as the Luna of Bloodfang.” Kieran turns to the alpha who spoke, a

Seth stumbles into his bedroom, pushing the door open so loudly and strongly that it almost breaks off its hinges. His vision is a blur, everything is spinning around him, his head throbs, and his breathing comes out ragged and heavy while the veins in his wrists throb so violently, like something is pushing its way out.He lets out a loud, pained groan as veins stretch on his neck and temple. He knocks down everything that he stumbles into, throwing over chairs and tables to get them out of his way. He stumbles towards his bed and grabs the box of suppressants. He yanks it open, and his heart drops to his stomach as he realizes there’s only one bottle left.No. How can he continue to live in Ashbourne without them? How will he survive without them?With shaky hands, he grabs the last bottle and gulps the contents down his throat, almost forcing the bottle down his throat as he realizes that it’s not enough.Instead of reducing the pain that makes him feel he’s going