Semua Bab Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM): Bab 11 - Bab 20

Kieran slams the door shut behind him. His room feels colder than usual, even though the windows are shut.He throws his bag across the room and sits on the edge of his bed, hands shaking from rage he can't release.Everything is falling apart.“Disgusting.”“Cursed.”“He’s weak now.”“Mated to a boy?”“He can’t lead us like this.”The words won't stop ringing in his head, everywhere he goes is the same. Kieran runs his hand through his hair and pulls hard at the root, pouring all his frustrations and wrath into it till his skull hurts and is begging to be released.It feels like the world has suddenly flipped upside down. One moment he has everyone—respect, power, friends— and the next, everyone is looking at him like dirt.Even his friends hadn’t defended him at the training ground, he saw them, hiding behind the rest of the warriors like cowards. Kieran never knew he didn't have true friends till now. Everything hurts more than Kieran had given them credit.He rises to his feet an

Kieran is unraveling, his whole body trembles with a heat so intense that it's unbearable.His insides twists in sweet agony and a fire sparks low in his stomach, spreading fast and wild, it's unreachable.Every kiss, every touch searing from the person above him makes his body tremble with waves of delicious sensation. The world blurs and he arches his back, biting deeply his bottom lip as his fist clenches around the sheet and his toes curl in response to his aroused bud being nibbled.His lips are soft and wet, yet undeniably dominant, they drag across his bare skin and the sensation is more than enough to steal the breath from his lungs.Kieran tries hard to bite back the sounds rising from his throat, pressing his lips together to trap the moan that threatens to escape but pleasure overflows in smoldering pulses that makes his body twitch.Fuck. Kieran reaches out to grab his hair and pulls him up, forcing their eyes to meet, and dark crimson eyes meet a pair of green.“Seth,” Ki

The grand hall of Ashborne is loud with a feast, lively and filled with music spilling into the night, accompanied by the smell of roasted meat, freshly baked bread and spiced wine, cramming every corner. Alpha Dagon suddenly rises to his feet and the liveliness of the room immediately dies down, his alpha pheromones spreading wide and domineering. He raises his glass of wine to the air. “Tonight, I celebrate with our neighboring packs for my son and heir has finally shifted and then into a full grown man and will soon take his place as the alpha of Ashborne pack. Tonight, we shall feast to our hearts content and drink to the moon goddess and her kindness for her people,”Kieran hisses quietly at where he sits the head of the table, his shoulders squared and his back straight while his hands rest on the table, his fingers drumming lazily.He doesn't think the goddess has been anything but kind to him. She has brought him both pain, suffering and humiliation among his people, turning

The dungeon is cold. The silver chain rattles with every violent movement of the wolf.He growls, barks and snaps his teeth like a beast that's possessed, its eyes wild and foam collecting at the corner of his mouth while the smell of blood fills the room from its bleeding leg that isn't healing.Alpha Dagon stands at the center, his arms held behind him as he watches the creature struggle.“More of them lately,” he begins, his voice deep and his eyes fixed solely on the mad wolf. “It used to be one of two a year, now we've seen five in three weeks. They are gaining in numbers more than rogues,” Kieran stands beside him, his arms bridged over his chest, his jaw tight, his wolf still buzzing from the fight and something else or someone.“What does it mean?” one of the guards asks.Alpha Dagon tilts his head as he looks at the mad wolf, who slams himself against the wall with a cry.“It means something is stirring. Mad wolves come from deep pain, trauma and loss. Some of them are high

The council room is painfully quiet, heavy, and intense. Every seat is occupied by visiting alphas, betas, and members of the council. The long stone table stretches across the room, but all eyes are on the single chair at the front.Kieran sits there, arms crossed over his chest, his face arched with a deep scowl. He knows everyone is waiting; he can see the ways Alpha Felix’s eyes shone with malice, but he keeps his mouth shut to hide his missing teeth.“Come on, everyone is waiting,” Sage jams his elbow at his side.Kieran looks at his father, the man's green eyes don't look friendly, they are as dark as a starless night, blazing enough to set the room on fire as he pins Kieran with a dangerous stare.Kieran sighs, then he forces his pride down as he finally rises to his feet. The look in Alpha Felix's bruised face changes, and he grins smugly, his fingers drumming on the table like he's suddenly enjoying every second of this. An alpha apologizing to another alpha, definitely a sig