All Chapters of Alejandro's Human Antidote : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alejandro's POVI close the door quietly behind me. Her scent still lingers in the air, soft vanilla, a hint of jasmine, and something else…something wilder now that the seal is broken. The sweet magic of the healer's bloodline. The pull between us has only intensified, like a taut string pulled near its breaking point.I brace both hands on the doorframe, my head lowered, and my breath shallow. My wolf growls in frustration. “You’re a coward,” Inferno scoffs from the depths of my mind. “She was ready and willing. The meat was on the chopping block. And what did you do? Turn away?!” My teeth grit and I lash out, “She’s not ready.” But Inferno scoffs. “She begged for you.”“She’s eighteen. Theee years away from being legal here. And you want me to ravage her?” I snarl, pacing away from the door. My skin feels like it’s burning, every nerve ending tingling from where her fingertips grazed me. “I want her more than anything, but I’m not going to dishonor her like that.”Inferno goes sile

Alejandro’s POVI know what fire smells like. It is in the air when Zenith is close. Thick, sweet, and maddening. The scent of blooming desire, unfiltered and raw, clings to her like wild jasmine and warm honey, and the longer she stays wrapped around me like that, the more I feel like I am slowly losing my grip.I have fought in bloody arenas. I have rained in merciless terrain. Heck, I even survived betrayal, exile, and centuries of bloodline secrets. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepares you for a determined eighteen-year-old girl who has discovered that she is the destined mate of a werewolf, and wants to cash in every fantasy she has ever read about.Zenith thinks I am pulling back because I do not feel the bond as deeply as she does. Poor girl. She has no idea how close I came to snapping. When she said she was ready, when she kissed me like I was oxygen and she had been drowning for years, the dam I had so carefully constructed almost shattered. My wolf, Inferno, was alre

Zenith’s POVI cannot stop smiling. No, not just smiling. Grinning like an idiot, cheeks aching, heart bubbling with this ridiculous, giddy warmth. Alejandro sits across from me in the car, one hand on the wheel, the other holding mine, and I keep stealing glances like a lovesick teenager.He has caught me staring at least five times now. Maybe six. Each time, his lips twitch like he is trying not to laugh. Ugh. How am I supposed not to stare at someone who just casually says, "Let’s take a trip to Nevada," and then follows it up with, "Because I want to see you happy"?We are cruising along a winding road that cuts through the red Nevada mountains. The air outside is warm and dry, desert wind drifting in through the half-lowered window, teasing strands of my hair. The sun hangs low, casting a golden glow across the rugged landscape. Our fingers are laced, and even though the car is quiet, the silence between us is full. Not awkward. Just… full.I glance at him again. His jaw is tight

Koa’s POV Nevada air tastes different. It is drier than the woods back east, but somehow cleaner and crisper. The scent of pine rides every breeze, drifting through the ridgelines and canyons like an old lullaby I barely remember humming as a boy.I adjust the hood of my ash-gray jacket and lean back against the rock ledge I have claimed for the morning. Below me, tucked neatly into a sun-washed clearing, the villa stands like a quiet promise, stone and timber wrapped in tall glass, resting in the arms of the forest. Remote. Private. Perfect.I do not need to get closer. I saw her yesterday when they arrived. Zenith. Nine years have passed since she pressed those tiny, shaking hands against my side while her grandmother chanted in a language time forgot. I did not know what they were doing back then. At that time, I honestly did not care.I was bleeding out. Hunted. Half-crazed with pain and rage. And they saved me. A little girl and her unnervingly calm grandmother, living in a cabi

Alejandro’s POVThe morning starts with the scent of rain on stone and Zenith’s breath against my chest. I lie still, watching her sleep, arms wrapped around me like I am the only thing she trusts in the world. And maybe I am. I do not know when that happened, when she started gravitating toward me like this, but it is one of those things I would never dare question.Her forehead twitches, and she mumbles something about blue flowers and silver needles in her dreams again. The healer’s seal is breaking faster than I anticipated.I stroke her hair, letting Inferno’s dormant warmth stir in the back of my mind.“She’s changing,” I murmur under my breath. “Becoming who she was meant to be.”“And you’re finally thinking like the mate you are,” Inferno replies, smug and slow like a stretch. “She’s not a girl anymore, Jandro. She’s waking.”I press a kiss to Zenith’s crown and slip away, tucking the blanket around her before I head for the study. The villa is quiet. Peaceful. Koa has not sho