All Chapters of My Dark Desirable Wolf: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The wolf’s roar fills the air—a guttural, primal sound that reverberates through every corner of the forest. Shadow dodges the creature’s first attack with a grace that borders on the supernatural, as if time itself slows around him. The wolf, massive and savage, leaps again, but Shadow anticipates the move, pivoting on his heel and slashing deep into its side with a swift flick of his claws. Black blood spills forth, a grotesque display that churns my stomach.My legs tremble, but I can’t look away. Shadow fights like he belongs in this place, like this battle is one he’s fought a thousand times before. The wolf growls in pain, recoiling for a moment, only to spring forward again with renewed fury, desperate to tear apart the one who dares defy him.“No!” I cry out, stepping forward—but Shadow shoots me a searing look that freezes me in place.“Don’t come closer,” he commands, his voice low and authoritative. His eyes lock with mine for a heartbeat, as if they could reach into my sou

The air is heavy, thick with a tension that not even the wind rustling the leaves can disperse. We stand there in silence, watching each other, each trapped in the confines of our own thoughts. The fact that Shadow still hasn’t said what’s truly at stake unsettles me. His eyes—like fractured mirrors—reflect something I can’t name, something that terrifies me… and yet, pulls me in with an irresistible force.I look at him, feeling that fatal attraction I can never seem to escape, that burning need that consumes me every time our eyes meet. The bond between us, as dark as it is dangerous, wraps around me, inescapable. And as his gaze lingers in mine, I sense he’s fighting it too—whatever it is that ties us together.“How do you know?” I ask, my voice laced with doubt, trembling with the effort to stay in control. “How do you know we’re the key? What does it all mean?”Shadow says nothing. His face is unreadable, carved from stone. But the fear in his eyes is unmistakable, as if he’s not

Night falls like a heavy cloak over us. The air grows colder, and with it, the sense of danger around us sharpens. It's as if the shadows, once harmless, have thickened—turned more ominous. The pull between Shadow and me is so tangible, I can almost touch it. Every time we draw near, the world seems to shrink, as if nothing else matters, as if only we exist—trapped in a dangerous game we never chose but can no longer walk away from.Desire remains our engine, and with every kiss, every touch, it devours a little more of me. Yet there’s something in his eyes that makes me hesitate—something I can’t fully name. For a fleeting second, he doesn’t look at me as the woman beside him, but as a piece in a larger game—a pawn in a match far beyond our control.“I don’t know if this is what I want,” Shadow says, his voice low and grave, as if each word is a burden too heavy to bear.I look at him, my heart racing wildly, a storm of emotions churning inside me. The pull I feel, the need to be nea

The air thickens with tension as we run. The sound of our footsteps echoes in the emptiness of the night, chasing us like the rhythm of some invisible threat drawing near. Shadow doesn’t stop—and I have no intention of slowing down. There’s no time to think. No room for doubt. All I want is to stay by his side, no matter what dangers lie ahead.The shadows seem to stretch with every passing second, as if the world itself is closing in on us. The darkness isn’t just the cloak that covers the city—it’s a living thing. A predator breathing down our necks, nearly upon us. But we haven’t yet reached safety, and my legs are starting to tremble. Fatigue claws at me.“Shadow,” I whisper, though my voice falters, barely more than breath. I feel his hand on my back, urging me forward, willing me not to give in. But I stop for a heartbeat, turning toward him. “Where are we going? There’s nowhere left to run. We’re trapped.”His expression hardens, but I catch a flicker of desperation in his eyes

Darkness is no longer an obstacle—it’s an ally.Shadow and I move through deserted streets, the towering buildings around us rising like silent sentinels. Each step feels heavier than the last, as though the very air is thick with the weight of what lies ahead. The world now exists in fragments—transitions, fragments of motion, woven into a dangerous dance we never intended to join.I close my eyes for a moment.The city’s noise fades into the background.My breathing is the only constant I have.The only certainty.Shadow walks beside me, always one step ahead—like he’s protecting me, and yet also setting the pace of our fate. Sometimes I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, watching the way he moves with such lethal confidence, it feels impossible we’re still alive after everything we’ve faced.“Where are we going, Shadow?”My voice slips between the echoes of our footsteps.He doesn’t answer immediately.Instead, he pauses, like he’s calculating something far beyond my reach.