All Chapters of FORBIDDEN ROMANCE: A KISS OF BLOOD & MOONLIGHT: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The tent was silent, save for the steady rhythm of their breathing. Draven lay on his side, his arms wrapped securely around Azrael, their naked bodies pressed together beneath the sheets. His hands moved absently along the length of her back, tracing slow, soothing circles over her cool skin. She was warm now—warmer than before—but not in the way he was used to. This warmth was not feverish, not the result of her body failing, but something deeper, something… alive.She was awake, fully herself again. But something was wrong.Draven could feel it in his chest, a dull weight pressing against his ribs—not his own feelings, but hers. Their bond was new, raw, but already it was beginning to weave their emotions together like an unbreakable thread. He felt the sadness settling inside her even before she pulled away just enough to meet his gaze.His brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”Azrael didn’t answer right away. She only looked at him, those golden eyes searching his, as if trying to

Valerion’s gaze flickered to the fresh mark on Azrael’s neck. His fingers twitched, something inside him threatening to snap.Azrael’s jaw tightened, knowing where this conversation was heading.“You do realize what you’ve done?” Valerion continued, stepping closer. “Not just to her, but to yourself?”Draven didn’t flinch. “I’ve only claimed what’s mine.”Valerion’s lip curled slightly, though it was hard to tell whether it was amusement or disgust. "Yours?" he echoed, stepping forward. "Do you truly believe claiming her makes you fit to stand at her side? You’re an Alpha of a race that has hated us for centuries. Your pack will never accept this. Do you know what they will do to you, Draven?"Draven squared his shoulders, standing his ground. "I do. And I’ll deal with it. Azrael is my mate. We are destined for each other and nothing—no one will be able to change that.”Valerion’s expression darkened, but his voice remained controlled. “Your pack won’t see it that way. They’ll see you

Draven lay on the bed, his broad chest rising and falling steadily, his mind was preoccupied despite the exhaustion weighing on his body. His fingers idly traced patterns on the sheets, thoughts drifting between the fragile truce with Valerion and the inevitable storm awaiting them once they returned to their separate worlds.The tent flap shifted and he immediately turned his head. Azrael stood at the entrance, draped in her long black nightgown that cascaded down her frame like liquid shadow. Her golden eyes locked onto his, but something about them felt… off.“That took a while,” Draven muttered.Azrael stepped forward, forcing a small smile. “You know how my father is.”She slowly climbed onto the bed. The moment she was close enough, Draven’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him, seeking comfort in her warmth. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady, grounding rhythm of his heartbeat.Draven exhaled deeply, his lips grazing the top of her head. “What

The carriages rumbled to a stop before the towering gates of Castle Blackthorne, the ancestral fortress of the royal vampire bloodline. The castle loomed in the early evening light, its spires vanishing into the night sky, shrouded in mist. The heavy iron gates creaked open, allowing the royal procession to enter.A guard swiftly moved to Azrael’s carriage, pulling open the door. But before her feet could even touch the ground, something warm and solid crashed into her, nearly knocking her back into the carriage."Gods, Azrael, you’re alive!"Eva’s arms tightened around her like iron chains, her grip desperate, crushing, nearly stealing her breath.Azrael barely had time to react before she was being shaken by the shoulders, Eva’s eyes frantic as they roamed over her as if ensuring she wasn’t just an illusion. Her silver curls were a wild halo around her, but more than that—her hair was moving, tendrils lifting and curling, grazing Azrael’s skin."Eva—" Azrael choked out, trying to re

“I found you a new mate.”The words crashed down on Draven like an avalanche—suffocating and crushing. His breath left him, his heart pounding violently against his ribs."A new mate?" Draven’s voice was cold, laced with disbelief. His blue eyes, still darkened from their confrontation, locked onto his mother. "What do you mean? I already have a mate."Diana exhaled sharply, her expression hardening. "I have a friend from the Stone Heart Pack. Her daughter’s mate died a while ago. You two would make a perfect match. She would be the perfect Luna. She’s wise and very strong. Her name is Valkyrie."Draven’s jaw clenched. She planned this. This wasn’t a suggestion—it was a decision she had already made."No." His voice was firm and final. "I don’t need a new mate because I already have one."Diana’s lips curled in frustration. "No. Draven you have a curse tied to your throat. A leash that, if it tightens any further, will choke the life out of you. You don’t see it now but one day you wi