Semua Bab Alejandro's Human Antidote : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Alejandro’s POVShe does not know it yet, but I felt her heart race. The second she woke up, I felt it, like a tether tightening between us. I am perched on the wooden railing of the porch. From here, I can hear the soft rhythm of her breathing through the second-story window. Her heartbeat stutters. She sits up. She clutches her pillow. She is rattled, but not afraid. Good.That means the dream worked. The vision I sent her was not just some romantic illusion. It was my truth, unfiltered. A glimpse into how I see her. And only her. She is my world’s axis. My wolf, Inferno, growls with quiet pride in the back of my mind. “She felt it.” “The bond?” I ask. “Yes. She stirred. That human heart of hers finally reached back.”I should be satisfied but I am not. I’m restless and hungry, not for flesh, but for something far more dangerous. For her soul to call mine. For the bond to fully root. And yet… I wait. Because she is human. Because she does not know what this all means. Because if I m

Alejandro’s POV The first time I stepped off the Greyhound bus into Blackstone Pines, the air smelled like rain and decay. Not the kind that comes from garbage, but the scent of earth too saturated with silence, of moss that has grown over bones no one bothered to bury. It was perfect.Tucked deep in Oregon’s mist-drenched forests, the town was a fading memory even to its own residents. One main street. Two gas stations. A diner that closed before eight. No supernatural trails, no wolves, no vampires. Just humans, dragging out quiet lives like they were afraid of being noticed. Good. I did not want to be noticed either.I paid cash for a rundown cabin on the edge of Black Mountain, abandoned long enough that mold was the only tenant left. I did not mind. My kind does not get sick easily, and the isolation suited me. No neighbors. No sounds but the distant rustling of trees, wind slapping against warped windows, and the occasional midnight cry of some wild creature braver than it shou

Zenith’s POVSince it a Saturday, we decided to go on a date of sorts. I initially wanted us to go on a picnic but my broody mate, refused. Vehemently. I then proposed going to the art gallery and I could see him visibly relax. Now we are here and I am not disappointed at all.The light in the gallery is golden and soft, like a dream carefully curated for painters. I twirl in the center of the wide corridor, my sketchbook tucked under my arm, eyes flicking from canvas to sculpture and back again. Every piece sings its own language. Bold reds. Gentle greys. Chaotic texture. Minimalist peace.I glance back. Alejandro is stand near a sculpted panther, arms folded, chin slightly tilted. He is… oddly still. His dark clothes, that permanent storm in his expression, makes him stand out like a thundercloud in an otherwise blue sky. But somehow, here, he fits. Not like art, no. He grounds it. “This one looks like you,” I tease, pointing at the panther statue. He glances at it, unimpressed. “It

Zenith’s POVThe first rays of morning light peek through the sheer curtains of the villa, painting soft lines across the wooden floors. Outside, the storm has passed, leaving the air dewy and quiet, like the world itself is holding its breath. I sit up slowly, blinking against the light.There is a weight in my chest. Not heavy, just full. Full of everything that happened last night. The shadows. The blood. Alejandro disappearing into the darkness without hesitation. And now… He is here. Curled beside the fireplace we never got to use last night, his head resting against the armrest of the couch, one arm slung loosely over his stomach.He is shirtless. The dried streaks of blood along his torso make me wince, but what breaks my heart more is the exhaustion on his face. Like even sleep could not steal away the burden he has been carrying alone for years. I quietly rise and pad into the bathroom, dampening a soft towel. My fingers tremble, but I walk back and kneel beside him.I touch

Alejandro’s POVI have been hunted, betrayed, experimented on by fate. But nothing in my life prepared me for a camera shutter. Click. Another moment captured. Click. A human mother beaming with pride, a father with a tired, content smile. Click. Zenith’s fingers twined in mine like they belong there, like I belong there.Even now, hours later, I can still feel the echo of it. That snapshot in time. That strange warmth that did not come from fire or instinct, but from them. Her parents. Humans. Ordinary, brilliant, selfless humans. They did not question me. They did not probe too deep or demand apologies for my silence. They just… trusted her. And through her, they trusted me too.I sit on the edge of the bed in the guest room that I have not used once, a quiet hum buzzing in the back of my mind. Not danger. Not alertness. Something softer. A feeling I have no name for. Is this what it feels like to be safe? Even Inferno is unusually quiet.He is always humming beneath my skin, a blur