Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM): Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

(Eight Months Later)The room smells like blood, or it’s just Kieran hallucinating.The alpha doesn’t know if it’s day or night anymore. He stopped counting after the 10th day of being locked up with no hope of ever seeing the outside world again but he knows it’s been months because of how large his stomach had gotten. Dagon has failed to get rid of the child and now, it's time for Kieran to give birth. Every contraction hits with a force that knocks all the air out of his lungs. He lost consciousness of everything going around him. He just knows pain. Deep ripping pain that doesn’t stop no matter how hard he bites his lip or claws at the Iron bed. His body feels like it’s being torn open from the inside. He can’t breathe properly. Sweat drips down his face, mixing with tears he can’t hold back.His hands shake as he grips the chains still on his wrist, his palms clenching tight on the iron. “Please,” he whispers, pleading as he looks at his father who only watches with a blank ye

Kieran is back in the cold lab because that's how pathetic he is, back on the iron bed with those heavy chains on his wrist again. Dagon has his back turned to him, mixing some substance on the table. “What else are you going to do to me?” Kieran darks out a dark laugh. At this moment, his pain is forgotten even though it still hurts in his stitches and his insides burn like fire but he won't give Dagon the pleasure of seeing him in pain again, after all, he has nothing to lose now. He's not even planning on keeping this pathetic life of his anyway.“I'll suggest you kill me now because if I ever get out of here alive, I'm going to destroy you and burn Ashbourne to the ground,” he threatens. Kieran never thought he would one day despite the very place he called home. He stopped considering this place a home long ago. Ashbourne is his new hell.“Not if you don't remember,” Dagon murmurs and finally, he turns to face Kieran with a syringe in his hand, its content glaring green. “I’ve

Kieran doesn't recognize himself when he looks in the mirror. It's like staring at a complete stranger.His hair has always been black and it flows to his shoulders, showing that he hasn't cut it in a while. His green eyes are hollow and empty, like the life in them has been sucked out. And his soul feels like a broken vase. His father, the elders and Lena claim he feels this because of the rogue attack. They say it was because he has lost connection with his wolf, his very essence while his father offers to help him regain that connection but not matter how hard Kieran tries to remember what happened in the past two years of his life, he ends up getting stuck in a blockage and with a severe headache that makes him feel like his head is about to explode, so he stop trying to remember.The bandage on his head and abdomen has been removed, giving him a full display of the healed scar in his abdomen. Slowly, he traced his finger over it, feeling its roughness.It looks like it was done

Kieran doesn't know where he's going but he steps outside the pack house and instantly, the cold night air bites at his skin, and for the first time in hours, he can breathe properly. He slips his hand into his pocket, pulls out a half-empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He pops one stick into his mouth and lights it up. He draws in a long breath, and lets the smoke fill his lungs, and exhales slowly. It burns a little, but that burn feels better than the emptiness inside him. Kieran doesn't know when he picked up the habit of smoking but lately, this is all he has to quieten his thoughts. He stares at the dark sky and exhales a sigh. Even the moon and stars are gone. The sky is just as dark and gloomy as his heart. He hears footsteps behind him before a soft hand lands on his shoulder.“Kieran,” Lena whispers, slowly resting her head on his shoulder from behind. His entire body instantly goes sniff. “I'm sorry,” she begins. “I'm sorry that I'm pressuring into something you're n

The air in Ashbourne feels lighter than it has in months. The sky is dark with the moon full and bright, accompanied by the stars that twinkle like there's nothing wrong.The pack ground is filled with people. It's one of those festivals where the people are gathered to celebrate, with a large bonfire catching brightly at the centre, filling the place with more warmth.Kieran stands near one of the stalls, sleeves rolled up, scooping ice cream into small bowls for the super excited kids. He laughs softly as one of the pups smudges chocolate all over his mouth and tries to lick it off. “Slow down, kid,” he says, wiping the little boy’s cheek with a napkin. “You’ll choke if you eat it like that.”The kid grins up at him before walking off, and Kieran’s heart softens. For a brief moment, everything feels… peaceful, but if only his heart felt the same.Suddenly, another group of pups rushes up to him, waving empty bowls, giggling loudly. “Alpha, me next! Me next!”He chuckles, scooping m