All Chapters of FORBIDDEN ROMANCE: A KISS OF BLOOD & MOONLIGHT: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The scent of pine and earth filled the crisp morning air as Draven and his entourage approached the grand gates of the Stoneheart Pack. Towering stone walls, weathered by time and war, framed the entrance, their ancient carvings depicting the long and brutal history of the Lycans. The settlement itself was a masterpiece of raw strength—great stone lodges with iron reinforced doors stood firm against the mountainous landscape, their foundations deeply rooted in the hardened soil. Warriors patrolled the perimeter, their eyes flickering with vigilance, their postures exuding an unmistakable sense of discipline.Draven rode at the front, his piercing brown eyes scanning the fortress as he dismounted. Cyrus, Eryx, and Valkyrie followed suit. Their arrival had not gone unnoticed; the guards at the gate stiffened, recognizing the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack.At the steps leading into the heart of the Stoneheart stronghold, two figures awaited them. Ronan, the Alpha of Stoneheart, stood wit

Draven stood in his chambers, peeling off the formal attire he had worn to the gathering of the Alphas. His muscles ached, not from the battle, but from the tension that gripped him since the moment he entered the hall of the Stoneheart Pack. The meeting was eventful. Alliances were forged and blood was spilled. But even now, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was looming just beyond his grasp.A sharp knock at his door pulled him from his thoughts."Enter," he ordered.The door creaked open and a young messenger stepped in and bowed his head in respect. In his hands, he clutched a sealed letter."What is it?" Draven asked."A letter, my Alpha," the messenger replied. "I was instructed to deliver it to you, but I don't know the sender."Draven's eyes narrowed as he took the parchment, his fingers tracing the unfamiliar seal. With a nod, he dismissed the messenger, who quickly retreated from the room, closing the door behind him. Alone now, Draven ran his thumb over the wax b

Valerion sat alone in his chamber, the flickering fire casting shifting shadows across the stone walls. A decanter of bloodwine rested on the table beside him, its deep crimson hue glistening in the low light. The silence was thick, broken only by the distant howl of the wind outside the castle walls.A knock echoed through the chamber."Enter," Valerion commanded.The door creaked open and Raphael stepped in, his silver hair catching the firelight as he strode toward his father. His expression was unreadable, sharp eyes searching Valerion’s face.“You summoned me?” he asked, his tone neutral but laced with curiosity.Valerion gestured to the chair opposite him. “Sit.”Raphael complied, watching as his father stood, retrieving a glass from the table. With deliberate precision, Valerion poured the bloodwine and walked over, extending it to his son. Raphael accepted it without a word.Valerion turned away, his gaze settling on the flames dancing in the hearth. He took a slow sip from hi

Nightfall had descended upon Valaem, cloaking the land in an eerie stillness. In a secluded clearing deep within the forest, two tents stood beside a flickering campfire, casting long shadows against the trees. Draven sat on a fallen log, his forearms resting on his knees, gaze locked onto the flames. The fire crackled softly, sending embers swirling into the cool night air.Cyrus stood a few paces away, arms crossed. His patience, already thin, was wearing even further. He exhaled sharply through his nose before speaking."Are you sure she's coming?"Draven didn't move. "I know she's coming," he replied, his voice low but certain. "I can feel it."Cyrus huffed. "She should be here by now."As if on cue, the distant sound of hooves echoed through the trees. Both men instantly tensed. Draven was immediately on his feet, eyes snapping toward the darkness. The rhythmic thudding grew louder, the unmistakable approach of a rider slicing through the silence.A shadowed figure on horseback e

The night air was thick with the scent of rain and damp earth. The distant hooting of owls echoed through the camp, but inside the tent, it was eerily silent—except for the sound of two men breathing.Cyrus lay still, his eyes fixed on the ceiling of his tent. His mind should have been occupied with battle strategies or the looming tension between their races, but all he could think about was the man lying beside him.Raphael, the Vampire Prince of Blackthorne.Raphael’s back was to him, his bare skin illuminated by the flickering lantern. His silver hair, slightly disheveled, fell over the pillow. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breath told Cyrus he was awake, though he remained unmoving.Cyrus turned onto his side, facing him. He hesitated, his fingers twitching as he hovered his hand over Raphael’s exposed back. A dangerous temptation clawed at his insides, and before he could stop himself, he let his palm rest against the cool, pale skin. Raphael didn't flinch. Didn't move.He w