Todos os capítulos de Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM): Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The door of Alpha Dagon’s office is heavier than it looks to the eyes or Sage is just that weak as he uses both hands to push it open and steps in. His gaze instantly lands on his father behind his desk, arms crossed over his chest and his eyes cold as they pierce through Sage's face, a shiver travels down his spine, already knowing whatever is going to come next won't be liked.“You sent for me father,” Sage begins, standing at the front of the desk.“Sage,” he says, without looking up. He gestures to the empty chairs. “You might want to sit down,”Sage blinks but doesn't move a muscle. “Whatever this is, make it quick. I’ve got better things to do.” he crosses his arms over his chest.Alpha Dagon finally looks up at him, his eyes narrowing. “You don't have the luxury of speaking to me like that, not today,” Sage grimaces at the dominance in his father's tone, his brows draw together. Something is definitely off and he already knows he won't like it one bit. “What's the matter, fat

Sage wakes up with a start; pain shoots through him from his head, his vision is blurry, and he squints at the overwhelming brightness. Sage realizes he's on the cold, dirty floor, his wrists bonded with thick ropes, and the air smells gross and rotten. Sage almost gags at the foul odor.He tries to move but his muscles scream at him. His mouth is dry and his lips are cracked. Sage hisses at his luck as he recalls what happened. “You’re finally awake; I almost thought you had kicked the bucket.”Sage's head instantly jerks up as a shadow falls on him and suddenly, a man stands in his line of sight, tall broad shouldered and dirty, his smile crooked and vile, with greasy hair hanging over his eyes and a long scar across his cheek.Sage’s eyes narrow, struggling with the ropes on his wrists. “Once I get out of here, you are fucking dead!” he spat, hissing and baring his teeth.The rogue chuckles. “Feisty, haven't seen an omega fight this much in a long time.” he comes forward and squats

The door creaks open, and Leans enters slowly. Instantly, the thick scent of musk and sweat hits her like a punch to the stomach.“Kieran?” she calls softly, tilting her head as her gaze lands on Kieran sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless, hair clinging to his forehead, and his body slick with sweat. His breathing is heavy, his head is bowed, and his fists are clenched so tightly his knuckles look like they are turning white. His body is leaning forward with his elbows pressed against his knees.Lena takes a step forward, and she almost staggers at the overwhelming aura and pheromones circling him and spreading to every corner of the room.Lena’s knees buckle slightly, but she catches herself, blinking through the haze of heat his ruts have created in the room. Lena resists the urge to clasp a hand over her nose. She doesn't know how she's going to last in here without passing out, but she has to do this for Kieran. As his future mate, it's her duty to help him.“Kieran, I'm here

Kieran is starting to think he can't take it anymore as the night and the silence in the cabin stretch on, broken by his own labored breathing. His hands tremble in a way that he can't hold on, his head is spinning, and the sweat clinging to his skin is doing much to help his situation. He's wet and sticky; everything feels like it's slipping.He can't take it. He feels like he's falling apart, and his mind is now playing tricks on him. Kieran is starting to think he's going to lose his mind, as the pack healer says.Everything hurts; his body is like a battlefield of need, rage, and frustration. No matter how much he tries to fight it, the pull is too strong; his rut needs his mate. He hates it.Grinding his teeth, Kieran gets up from the bed and storms over to the lonely wardrobe standing at the side; Seth's scent lingers there like a hard drug and addictive wolfsbane.He doesn't hesitate as he opens the wardrobe, his hands shaking, his breathing getting uneven. There, hanging neatl

The smell of food drifts from the small kitchen; it's warm, and it makes Kieran's stomach growl loudly as soon as he steps out of the bedroom. He's starving, and he follows the scent of food, which leads to the kitchen. The little dining area at the side has a lot of food, especially the pancakes, which look mouth-watering and smell so good.He snaps his head over to Seth, who is leaning against the little kitchen aisle with his arms crossed over his chest. his head tilts, and his crimson eyes pierce through Kieran's face as if he can see through Kieran's soul. Kieran clenches his jaw and looks away, going over to sit on the chair at the dining area, his shoulder stiff, his eyes fixed on the plate of pancakes in front of him while Seth moves around the kitchen quietly, flipping around pancakes and placing them on a clean plate before sitting down across from Kieran.“You should eat before the rut hits,” Seth breaks the silence, staring directly at Kieran's face, who's doing everythi