All Chapters of The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Warning [+18] DAXTON I leaned forward again, my lips brushing her ear. "After what you did? You'll beg until your voice is gone. You'll look at yourself and admit everything you've kept from me," I whispered. "Every fear, every doubt, every time you thought about keeping something secret. And only when you've given me everything...only when you're mine in every way...will I give you what you want." She nodded desperately, her eyes locked on the flushed, desperate reflection of herself. "Yes, Daxton... I'll tell you everything. Just…please..." I smirked darkly, stepping behind her again. "Then keep watching, firecracker. This is only the beginning." She trembled in front of me, flushed and panting, still holding herself up against the dresser. "Please, Daxton..." My name fell from her lips like a prayer. I didn't answer with words. I unzipped my pants and lined myself up behind her, dragging the tip of my cock along her slick folds, slowly. I deliberately te

ARYA Daxton wasn't there when I woke up. My stomach twisted with unease. His side of the sheets were cold, meaning he'd left a long time ago. I sat up slowly, the chill of the early morning prickling against my bare shoulders. A storm brewed outside, the sky was a deep gray. Something was off. The bathroom was empty. There was no water running. I couldn't feel his presence either. I didn't panic yet. I dressed, trying to ignore the knot in my throat. I told myself I'd find him in the garden or in his study brooding over some report. But hours passed. And he didn't come back. Not until just before dawn. I was pacing in the sitting room when the front door swung open. He stepped inside, covered in blood. I froze. It wasn't just his appearance. It was the eerie aura that followed him in like a second shadow and the way his shoulders sagged, as though something inside him had finally broken. "Daxton?" I called out. He looked up. And I swear, for half a seco

ARYA Daxton was across the room, by the dresser, which was a massive slab of dark mahogany with gold inlays that matched the rest of the penthouse's elegant décor. I watched him slip on his navy suit jacket with effortless ease, but my eyes caught the way his fingers rubbed at his temples. I couldn't help but notice the way his movements had slowed, just slightly, as if something was holding him back. A knot of worry twisted inside me, but I didn't know how to say what I felt. He looked so composed and so perfectly in control, but these subtle signs told a different story. Plus, my mind was still reeling from yesterday's event. Skye was back from the dead, it seemed. But it felt like there was something ominous brewing in the silence. Daxton's phone buzzed on the nightstand as I slipped on my other earring. I glanced without thinking, catching a glimpse of the screen. The message was from the Supernatural High Council. It was a summons for him, demanding his immediate presen

DAXTON Everything hurt. The pain made it nearly impossible to concentrate in the meeting. It was my third meeting today, and I was barely holding on. Tyrone must've noticed it. He quickly asked the directors to summarize their proposals. Once they all left, I buried my face in my hands, taking deep breaths to calm myself. "You could've just called in sick," Tyrone said, tapping my shoulder. I looked up and accepted the bottle of water he was holding out. "Lying in bed doesn't make it easier. I needed to distract myself," I said. "Typical you," he commented, moving behind me to place his hands on my shoulders. "Arya was acting—" My voice cracked into a groan as his healing energy surged through me. "Now, I feel really bad. It looks like you'll need constant relief. Has Arya not learnt to use the power of her moonfire wolf yet?" He asked, and I shook my head. "You can teach her. Your abilities are similar. She just doesn't know how to use hers yet," I told him. "Do you n

ARYA "Is this really the only way?" I asked Daxton, watching him button up his shirt. He turned to look at me, his gaze softening. I knew that removing the stone was the ideal thing to do, especially since we had so much on our plates already. The council, Skye's cryptic warning, the poison in Daxton's body and... Anessa's ghost. The last thing we needed was to be separated again by the moonstone's dreadful curse. But what if something went wrong? Deep down, a part of me feared that the moonstone was the only thing sustaining him. What if...what if he dies the instant it's taken out of him? Daxton moved to sit on the bed by my side, taking both of my hands in his. "You don't have to be afraid, love. I know you're terrified, and you can't help but think of all the possible things that could go wrong. But I've been thinking about this for a while now." He reached up and brushed my hair away from my face. "I finally have a way I can get it out," he continued, and I swallowed past th