All Chapters of Bitten, Branded And Bare: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lisa's POVI slipped out into the garden barefoot, the cool night air brushing over my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms. The lamps lining the path glowed faintly, not too bright, just enough to let me see the sharp cut of Enzo’s shoulders as he stood ahead of me, his back turned. He looked lost in thought, his hands shoved into his pockets, his tall frame lit with that soft halo from the moon.I paused for a second, biting my lip. That man had this effect on me—like every time I looked at him, I wanted to take him apart, press myself against him until he snapped. Tonight was no different.Silently, I crept forward. The grass was damp against my feet, but I didn’t care. I slid my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my face into the solid warmth of his back. He didn’t move at first, then I felt his body stiffen slightly before relaxing under my touch.“Lisa,” his voice came low, almost warning, but there was that husky edge to it I kne

Enzo's POV The moment Lisa slipped out of my room, closing the door softly behind her, I lay still for a long second, staring at the ceiling and forcing my breathing to even out. My chest was tight with a mixture of frustration and something else I couldn’t name. She had told me about her day with that innocent glow in her eyes, the excitement about seeing her old friend, Fiona. She had looked so alive, so radiant. And for a moment, I almost forgot what this whole arrangement was supposed to be about. Almost.I shut my eyes, rubbed the bridge of my nose, and mind-linked Ash.*It’s your turn,* I told him curtly.A beat of silence followed before his voice echoed back through the link, casual but with a trace of eagerness he didn’t bother hiding. *Finally. You kept her long enough. I’ll head to her room now.*I didn’t reply. I cut the link and rolled out of bed, irritation simmering under my skin like hot coals. My jaw tightened as I strip

Lisa's povThe moment I woke up that morning, my head felt heavy, not from a bad dream or a restless night, but from the weight of too many eyes on me. Even before stepping out of my room, I could sense the hushed whispers from the servants lingering in the hallways, the way their footsteps slowed whenever I passed, as though I carried some unspeakable secret they were desperate to piece together. Maybe I did. Maybe I was the one with a secret I was still trying to untangle myself.I slipped into my robe, tying the sash tightly around my waist, and stared at my reflection in the tall mirror by the wall. My hair was messy, strands sticking out at odd angles, and my lips were still swollen from… well, last night. The memory of it washed over me and I pressed my lips together, almost as if I could erase the traces of it by sheer force. But it wasn’t something I could erase—not with the way my body still responded when I thought about him. I shook myself and

Kael's POVThe pool lights shimmered like molten silver, spreading across the still water in ripples. The estate was quiet—too quiet for the kind of thoughts running through my head. I stood there a moment, flowers in hand, my pulse heavy in my throat. Enzo had left earlier, storming off with that look on his face, the one that said he didn’t care what happened next. It was my chance.My mask was still on, snug against my skin, the carefully crafted face of my brother. I didn’t need to unmask, not now. The whole point was that Lisa couldn’t know. She thought she’d been waiting for Enzo, and when she saw me walk out with flowers, she’d smile that soft smile she saved only for him.I stepped out, the cool evening air brushing over me. The pool lights made everything glow—her skin, her hair, the delicate curve of her shoulders. Lisa was wrapped in a thin robe, leaning on the lounge chair, arms folded like she’d been waiting forever.“You took long,”

Lisa's POV I woke up to the soft warmth of sunlight spilling across my face. For once, I didn’t feel the sharp edge of exhaustion dragging me down. My body felt light, and my mind surprisingly calm, as if the chaos of the night before had been wrapped in cotton and pushed to the far corners of my memory. I stretched, slowly, savoring the silence of my room.The window was slightly cracked, letting in the faint fragrance of dew on the grass and blooming flowers from the garden. I sat up in bed, pulling the sheets closer to me, and just stayed still for a moment. The quiet was rare here. Usually, mornings started with noise—guards stomping around, voices carrying from the courtyard, doors opening and shutting. But today, it was just me, and the muted sounds of nature drifting in.I decided not to rush. No need to dive straight into the thick of whatever storm might be brewing outside. Instead, I washed up lazily, brushed through my hair, and put on a soft,