Semua Bab My Dark Desirable Wolf: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The early dawn is still cool when we step out of the house. Shadow walks beside me, his steps steady and sure, but in his eyes there’s a storm barely contained. He takes my hand, and though he says nothing, I can feel the tension coiled in his body. We know what’s at stake—and there is no room for error. Not now.“We’re just one step away from doing this, right?” I ask, uncertainty still echoing in my mind. Sometimes, it feels like the weight of what we face is bigger than ourselves.Shadow squeezes my hand, as if offering me his strength, his steadiness.“We are,” he replies with a certainty that comforts me. But I know it’s not that simple. Everything we’ve sacrificed so far depends on this moment. And though I try to stay strong, I know it could all crumble in an instant.We move into the deserted streets, the sound of our footsteps ringing through the air like a warning. The city is silent—too quiet—as if the very atmosphere knows something momentous is about to unfold. With every

The air remains taut, as if the very atmosphere is on the verge of bursting. In the distance, thunder rumbles, but within this shadowed space, there is only silence—heavy, oppressive. My lungs feel empty, as though the energy of this place has drained everything out of me. My body burns with the desperate need to flee, to escape Dorian and his cursed obsession, yet the weight of his gaze pins me in place. And worst of all—I cannot run. Not while he is here.Shadow stays by my side, his body as tense as mine. I feel his chest rise with each breath, his energy a wild, uncontrollable flame. The connection between us has never been stronger, never purer. Yet I know we stand on the edge of something far more dangerous.Dorian, just a few steps away, moves with an unsettling fluidity, as if time itself holds no sway over him. His smile is one of pure satisfaction, as though everything is perfectly under his control. But there is something in his eyes—a faint spark of doubt I cannot decipher

The air, still thick with electricity, surrounds us with the threat of what’s to come. Dorian steps back slightly, but his smile never fades. The darkness enveloping him seems to pulse with a life of its own, as if it longs to swallow us whole. I feel the pressure in my chest, a weight that threatens to crush us both—Shadow and me. But I don’t stop. Not this time.Shadow stands by my side, his body tense, yet his eyes blaze with something I’ve never seen before: the fury of someone willing to risk everything. It’s that very fury that grips me, that makes me feel more alive than ever. Fear is only a passing shadow, something that vanishes the moment our hands clasp.Dorian watches us, calculating, measuring every inch of our being. The amusement on his face has twisted into something darker, something far more dangerous. For him, the game is no longer a game, and the threat has become tangible.“So this is what you’ve chosen, huh?” His voice echoes through the darkness. “You think you

Silence stretches between us—deep and heavy, as if the very air has paused. Shadow stands beside me, his gaze fixed on the horizon, but I can’t help but watch him. It’s as if the world around us has faded away, and only he and I exist here, now, in this still moment.“I never thought it would be like this,” I say, breaking the silence. My voice sounds softer than I intended, as if my thoughts slipped out in a whisper rather than words. My eyes fall to his hands—large and strong—resting on his knees, but I dare to meet his eyes.He doesn’t answer right away, which unsettles me a little. Every time we speak, every time we share something, I feel like I’m offering him another piece of my soul, and I wonder if it will ever be enough.“What did you expect, then?” His voice is soft, laced with subtle irony but also something that seems to challenge me. It doesn’t surprise me—I know him too well. He’s always searching for ways to make everything feel provocative, a challenge. It’s his way of

The room is dark, but the faint moonlight seeps through the window, casting shadows that dance along the walls. The silence is overwhelming, yet not empty. Every breath we share is a reminder of all we’ve been through, of what we’ve become to each other. But there’s something in the air—something tense, something I can’t ignore.I lie on the bed, my body close to his, yet the emotional distance between us in this moment feels tangible. Something is about to be revealed, and anxiety consumes me. The tension is so thick I can almost taste it.Shadow stands by the window, gazing into the darkness as if the world has become a place he no longer understands. I watch him but don’t dare break his silence. I know he’s thinking—always thinking—about something deep, something that affects us both. The last time we spoke, we promised nothing would tear us apart, but the truth... the truth has been lurking in the shadows of our relationship from the start.“Shadow...” my voice cracks, and I can’t