All Chapters of Alejandro's Human Antidote : Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

Zenith's POVThe sky outside is still hazy with morning mist when I walk barefoot into the living room, trailing Alejandro's hoodie behind me like a cloak of safety. My wolf-man is already gone from the bed. No surprise there. He moves like a shadow in the mornings, quiet, precise, and too graceful for someone that dangerous.I can still smell him in the sheets though. Espresso and sandalwood. Comfort and mystery. I peek into the study and catch him seated at his desk, fingers dancing over his laptop. He is in black again. He always wears black like it is a second skin. Regal, effortless. Dangerous. And mine.He looks up. Smiles. "Like a little puddle. I almost drowned in my sleep." I blink, then realize what he means. My cheeks flush with horror. "I did not drool that much." He smirks, pulls me gently into his lap, and I melt. Gods, I melt so easily with him. One brush of his fingers and I forget that I used to live a normal life before him. Before us.His body is warm, and has a gro

Koa’s POVThere are few beings I respect in this world. Even fewer I would be willing to follow into the fires of hell. Alejandro Wolfgang, no, Alejandro Bloodfang is not one of them. But his wolf? Inferno is. And I am not say that lightly.I have seen the beast stir behind his eyes. I have felt the shift in the air when he is angry, or protective, or when his mate breathes too close. The boy, Alejandro, he is still learning the ropes, still figuring out how deep the ocean inside him runs. But his wolf... that spirit is old. Older than any of them realize. Maybe even older than most immortals.There is something ancient sleeping in his blood. Something primal. Something holy. Inferno is not bound by the age of his host. He is not a mere animal tethered to a boy’s whims. No. He is a force that has been waiting. Watching. Choosing. And now… he has chosen to act.I watch from the ridge again tonight. The mountain wind whips against my back as I settle into the cold earth, eyes trained o

Alejandro’s POVShe does not know that I am watching her. Zenith kneels between two beds of lavender and mugwort, dirt smudged across her cheek, sunlight in her hair, and a kind of soft joy radiating from her that I have never seen before. Her fingers move with quiet reverence through the herb stems, pausing occasionally to close around a leaf she swears she has never seen, yet knows how to handle.She is humming. Off-key. Carefree and yet, breathtakingly beautiful. And for the first time in years, I feel... full. Not with fire or hunger or instinct. But with something quiet. Something good. This place, the garden, the land, the air, it is healing her. It is remembering her. And me? I am just grateful to witness it.I just stand here, quietly, letting the weight in my chest unravel. Because this? This is what I would’ve burned down the world for. Just to see her this free. Just to witness her remembering herself.It had not started like this. Last night, after dinner, while she was b