All Chapters of Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM): Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Kieran feels like he’s floating. The noise of the world is dull around him; it’s like he’s submerged underwater, his body heavy yet weightless.Kieran blinks at the ceiling of his bedroom, but his vision is going in circles. He tries to raise a hand, but it falls back on the bed. His entire body feels numb and boneless. It’s like something is missing inside of him, something vital.Kieran blinks again; his lashes are heavy, and the ceiling above him is tilting and warping. His lips part, but no sound comes out. His throat feels raw, his tongue thick and bitter, and every attempt to breathe feels like a difficult task, like there isn’t enough air in the room. Everything feels wrong.A groan leaves his throat, and with difficulty, he pushes himself up to a sitting position and drops his legs off the edge of the bed, and instantly, an intense ache in his head consumes him. It’s sharp and merciless, and it hits him harder than lightning. He quickly shuts his eyes, trying to stop the groun

Pain.That's the first thing Kieran's brain registers as soon as he regains consciousness. It surges through his body and nips at every nerve. It's like everything inside of him is being twisted inside out, and when he opens his eyes suddenly, he's gasping for air and jerking up straight on his bed.His head is pounding, and his vision is still spinning. As soon as his brain realizes that he's back in reality, his hand instantly goes to his stomach; he notices he's no longer wearing his bloody clothes, his clothes have been changed.He presses his hand hard on his stomach. Is that baby gone? Has he lost it? His breath hitches. He shuts his eyes tight, trying to feel anything, any spark of life, any sign that what he’s been carrying is still there, but all he feels is an ache that makes his chest seize. Instantly, his throat closes as tears sting his eyes, and his other hand goes down to grasp his hair. “No… no, please…” “Young alpha,”Kieran snaps his head fast at the healer who ste

Kieran doesn't know how long he has been sitting on his bed, his left handcuffed to it. Time flies when you're not keeping track and Kieran thinks he's going to lose his mind soon.The pack healer, Cassian, Riven, everyone comes and goes, making he's eating and hasn't ended his fucking life yet. Kieran never thought there will come a day when he will be suicidal but here he is, feeling like the only thing stopping him from sliding his own throat is the cuff on his wrist. That's how bad he has gotten.But when the door opens and the least person he wishes to see enters, he feels like ripping free from the cuff and ripping her throat out instead.“What are you doing here?” Kieran's jaw clenches. The sight of Lena standing in his room is repulsive.Lena sighs with her shoulders dropping as she dares to get closer, as if she knows he can't do anything to hurt her. “I came to see how you're doing,” she motions her hand to his body in a miserable way.Kieran looks at her like she's poison. “

Kieran wakes up to the sound of dripping water and the cold bite of iron pressing against his wrists.His head throbs, and for a moment, everything is blurry but it all clears and he jerks to a sitting position on an iron bed, with both his wrists and ankles cuffed to it. His eyes widen as he looks around his surroundings; he's back at his father's lab.The sound of boots echoes against the floor, and when Dagon steps out of nowhere, Kieran’s instantly body tenses up as he remembers as he got here, how he was so defenseless against his father and how pathetically he was knocked out again. Kieran never thought there would come a day when he would be as weak as a human but here he is.Kieran’s gaze also finds Lena; she leans against the wall across the room, staring at him with a wicked glint. The fucking bitch! He should have known they were working together.“You’ve really outdone yourself this time,” Dagon says as he gets closer, his voice low and controlled but filled with rage unde

(One Month Later)Seth doesn’t know where he is, and who he is or what he’s doing. He acts purely on instincts and those instincts are filled with nothing but thirst for blood, anger and destruction but the chains on his wrists and ankles, they keep him in place, they keep him from tearing the world apart.His hair has grown so long that it’s now black, then silver, his eyes have finally lost their crimson color and has remained a shade of blood red ever since he opened them. Damien can barely stand to look at them. Every time he meets that gaze, his knees weaken, his lungs feel tight, and his wolf retreats in fear. And the pheromones and aura around him is so dominant and suffocating that Damien covers his nose with a mask every time he comes in to check his progress and each time, he leaves with blood running down his nose. And here he is again, a tray with a plate of food because he’s the only one bold enough to withstand the aura in the room, any other person would probably die