Semua Bab Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM): Bab 161 - Bab 170

Kieran knows he’s stubborn, knows he’s impulsive, prideful and arrogant; maybe he doesn’t deserve to become the next alpha of Ashbourne, maybe Cassian is indeed a better choice—he’s more grounded than Kieran can ever be; he didn’t get himself pregnant by a man and he isn’t fated to a man that has his whole life on the line of ruin.Kieran is a jerk, and he knows it. He hurt Seth so bad that Kieran couldn’t sleep at night; his wolf was restless, and regret seemed to take permanent residence in his veins. That’s why he sneaked out in the middle of the night, hoodie over his head and hands shoved in his pockets with the cold night breeze brushing over his face and the moonlight gleaming over his head, he heads towards Seth’s cabin. Kieran blames this action on his wolf, who wishes to see their mate.It’s a long walk to get there, and he finally arrives. He knocks loudly on the door, using his whole fist to bang, and then it abruptly opens to reveal a shirtless Seth, wearing only a pair o

Sage runs through the trees in his wolf form, his paws hitting the forest ground, feeling the breeze on his white fur. This is good; his chest feels light; he needs the run after returning to Ashbourne. It felt good seeing the look of defeat on his father’s face.They returned to Bloodfang a few days ago, and Rowan finally allowed him to go for a run. Not that he needs the alpha’s permission to do shit. He likes running, being fast, and the quiet of the forest with rays of sunlight peeking through the leaves of the trees. It’s peaceful, and it almost feels like nothing could go wrong, but he thinks too soon. He doesn’t see the foothold trap until it’s too late.Sage lets out a howl of pain as he hits the ground with a hard thud, while waves of pain shoot like a painful electric shock from his leg. He twists and kicks, but the damn trap only seems to tighten around his leg, cutting into his flesh. Who the fuck decides it's fun to set a trap around here?! They are werewolves for fuck sa

The dining hall of the pack house is filled with voices and the sound of cutlery. The long table is filled with Bloodfang wolves on one side and the visiting Stonehaven pack members on the other. Sage sits quietly beside Rowan, picking at his food. He’s not hungry, but he tries to look at least polite, but Sage doesn’t miss the way Rowan’s eyes never seem to leave Xander. It makes Sage think about whether or not they have some sort of history rather than just the packs allying.The Stonehaven alpha sits across from them. He's leaned back in his chair like he owns the place with one leg crossed over the other. He has a fur coat over his shoulders. He chews his meat slowly, while his gaze seems to be focused solely on Sage as he picks a single grape off the plate and throws it into his mouth.“Rowan, won't you introduce me to your mate?” he says, finally moving his gaze to Alpha Rowan.“He doesn't need to know who you are,” comes Rowan's reply, and Xander chuckles. “I think that's im

Sage doesn't even remember how his legs carried him out of that room. All he knows is that the taste of blood is now heavy on his tongue, his chest feels tighter now, his hands won’t stop shaking, and finally, he's taking that woman to the grave.If he's dying, he's taking her with him.He storms down the hall, blinded by anger, hatred, and malice, ready to drag her by the throat.“Old bitch,” he mutters under his breath, his voice low and rough. Sage has always been careful, but who would have thought the maid he trusted would be the one to un-alive him?Ironic, right? He barks out a laugh and then swallows the lump in his throat. He’s almost at her chambers when he sees movement; his eyes narrow as he stops just as her door opens and she steps out.She's wearing a long black hoodie that hides most of her face and form. Sage watches as she takes the opposite way, and she moves quickly, without glancing back. Sage frowns. Where the hell is she going dressed like that?Curiosity takes

When Rowan pushes into Sage’s room, his steps are heavy, his eyes already searching every corner of the room, looking for the familiar sight of the brown hair omega but the bed is empty of him and his scent, and sitting at the edge of the bed is Bloom, hugging her knees to her chest while her shoulders vibrate with muffled cries escaping her.“Bloom,” Rowan calls in a voice that is low and flat. “Where’s Sage?”Immediately, she raises her head and gets down on her knees again, bowing repeatedly with her head touching the ground. “Please, don’t kill me; I’m sorry,” she weeps.Rowan reaches her in an instant; he grabs her by the arm and pulls her to her feet, feeling the way her entire being shakes and trembles. “Don’t make me ask again, omega, where is the Luna?”She looks at him through watery eyes, overwhelmed with fear and terror. “I—I don’t know where he is. He didn’t return the whole night,” she manages to speak out, shaking her head hard. “I swear I don’t. I’m so sorry, Alpha. I d