Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Dark Desirable Wolf: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The air thickens—dense, heavy—and I feel it cling to my skin, as if trying to suffocate me. The presence of the stranger standing at the door is so overwhelming, I can barely breathe. His words echo over and over in my head, a reverberation pounding against the walls of my mind: “Your time is running out.”The silence that follows is lethal. Shadow doesn’t move, his dark eyes locked onto the man beyond the threshold. I stand frozen there, at the edge of the room, unsure whether I should run or remain still, waiting for a sign. But the sign never comes.The stranger, clearly in no hurry, smiles with an unsettling calm. There’s something in his expression that sends a chill racing down my spine—as though he’s relishing the tension he himself has created.“Who are you?” Shadow asks, his tone nearly as cold as the man’s own. But there’s something more beneath it—something that tells me he’s measuring every word, every breath. This isn’t just any enemy.The man doesn’t bother to answer imm

Morning arrives slowly, shrouded in a shadow that refuses to lift. Shadow is still in the same position, unmoving, thoughtful—as if something is unraveling in his mind, something with the power to change us forever. I watch him from across the room, his rigid figure, his guarded expression. There’s a chasm between us now, one I can’t seem to cross, even though my fingers ache with the urge to reach out.Today is the day. I feel it in the air. The pieces on the board are shifting faster, and the truth approaches with heavy steps, though I don’t know if I’m ready to face what’s coming.“Eve…”His voice, deep and calm, calls to me.My body reacts before I even think. My heart starts to race, as it always does when he speaks. I turn around, cross the room, and move toward him, though fear mingles with the overwhelming need to be near him—to touch him.“Tell me.”His eyes shine with something I can’t quite decipher, but I don’t dare ask. I already know that uncertainty hurts less than sile

The air feels heavy, as if the very oxygen were being sucked away by the darkness that surrounds us. Shadow is at my side, his body vibrating with the caged energy of a lion barely restrained. And I, caught in the middle of it all, feel as fragile as glass on the verge of shattering. Every step we take, every unspoken word, chips away at me a little more.The hallway stretches long and silent before us, the walls seeming to close in as we move forward—like we’re descending into an abyss with no way back. The temperature has dropped, and despite the warmth radiating from Shadow’s nearness, a shiver runs down my spine. Something is about to happen. I don’t know what—but the threat is palpable. I can smell it in the air, like a distant storm drawing near.“Don’t worry,” Shadow says, his voice soft but anchored with a firmness I can’t ignore. He takes my hand, and though his touch is comforting, the fear doesn’t fade. It’s as if I were holding a ticking bomb, every second drawing closer t

The air remains thick, heavy, as if everything is suspended in the same breath of uncertainty. The man in front of us watches with an unsettling calm, as though nothing I say or do matters. He isn’t afraid of Shadow. Or of me. And that makes me even more nervous. He knows we’re desperate, that the situation couldn’t be worse. But he also knows that’s precisely what makes us vulnerable.“What do you think you’ll achieve, Eve?”His voice is soft—like a poisonous caress.“Do you truly believe you can defy me? That you can defeat me with words alone?”I stare at him, unblinking, trying not to let his presence sink into me. Fear—that bitter taste that has accompanied me all my life—seems to dissolve when I think of Shadow. He won’t let me fall. No matter what this man says.“I *can* defeat you,” I say more firmly, though my throat is dry, as if each word costs more than it should. It doesn’t matter. I have to keep fighting.“Because I... I’m not like you. I don’t need to play with people t

Dawn doesn’t come gently—it crashes in with a crushing weight, forcing us out of the refuge that, for one brief moment, felt like our only sanctuary. The sun brings no hope. Instead of dispelling the darkness, its light seems to stretch the shadows that stalk us, making them longer, deeper, more alive. As we step out of the room, the voices from outside—once distant and almost unreal—are now closer, sharper. The footsteps of those pursuing us are heavy and unrelenting, a palpable threat.Shadow remains by my side, his presence as formidable as ever. But something in his expression tells me not everything is alright. I notice it in the way his eyes fix on some far-off point, in the way his jaw tightens in sync with the rhythm of his heart. Something is disturbing him, and I know it’s not just fear or the uncertainty of what lies ahead. There’s something deeper, something from his past that, despite the fragments he’s shown me, he still hasn’t fully revealed.“Shadow, what’s going on?”