All Chapters of Fangs And Desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The afternoon sun dipped low, stretching golden lines across the ground. Outside Zeil’s chambers, Kael stood like a statue, one hand resting on the hilt of his blade and the other gripping that ever-present thin stick between his lips. His gaze was straight ahead, still, unblinking. Always alert. Always quiet.Inside, Zeil pulled the robe over his shoulders slowly. His hand brushed the edge of the fabric, smoothing it down in small strokes. He moved with the quiet grace of someone lost in thought. The silence in the room was thick with no wind, no sound, just the quiet crackle of his thoughts.Then the door opened.Vera stepped in with her usual tired eyes and calm energy. She carried a silver tray in her hands. A plate of seared venison rested on one side. On the other, half-hidden beneath the folded skin, was a small wooden container. Zeil’s eyes dropped to it immediately.The pills.She set the tray down gently beside him.“You always bring meat when you're hiding something,” Zeil

Topa followed into the ring, shoulders wide, arms swinging as though he already owned the fight. Confidence oozed off him like sweat. He was strong. A peak first-class warrior. The kind of wolf whose name came with warning."I would’ve gone easy on you," he said with a sneer, eyeing Kael, "but I’m not in the mood. So I’ll rip you apart and hang your skin on my wall. That way, the Young Lord Alpha learns a lesson that underestimating Ironfang blood will only lead to disaster."He laughed loud, bold, wild.Kael didn’t blink. The stick in his mouth with its two leaves swayed slightly as he yawned again lazyly. It trembled with the faint expulsion of air, a silent mockery of Topa’s bluster. His face was unreadable. Still, still like a quiet forest before a storm.Behind Topa came Finn, quieter in his step. A beta from Velmor, known not for brute force but for his calm insight and sharp instincts. In the world of wolves, strength often shouted but wisdom whispered. Finn could sense it. The

The silence in the Elder Ironfang’s chambers was thick, heavy, suffocating. It pressed in on him, a physical weight that matched the crushing disbelief in his heart.He sat in his massive, ornate chair, carved from ancient, dark wood, its high back offering little comfort. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were wide, still trying to make sense of what he’d witnessed. Topa, his strong, proud son, brought low. Humiliated for sure.He had known Kael was formidable, yes. The first time their paths had crossed, a chill had snaked down the Elder’s spine, a faint tremor of unease he couldn’t quite explain. Kael’s presence had been… different. Frighteningly so. But he’d brushed it off, a veteran warrior’s exaggerated caution. He had only foreseen a difficult challenge for his son, a hard time, perhaps a few bruises, a test of his mettle. But ultimately, Topa, his eldest, his strongest, was destined for glory, for the beautiful Elara. The fight, he’d believed with every fiber of his bei

Zeil had been breathing heavily on top of Kael, still poised to pounce on him. Then, in a sudden, explosive movement that belied his earlier fall, Kael threw him down. The impact wasn’t violent, but it was decisive, a powerful shift of weight that pinned Zeill to the floor.Before Zeil could even register the reversal of their positions, Kael was on him, a muscular weight pressing him down. Zeil’s hands were raised above his head, one of Kael’s arms like an unyielding steel band, holding them captive. His two legs, Kael pinned with the little force of his own body. It was giving from predator to prey, Zeil was held completely to the ground. His breath hitched, a ragged sound in his throat. He stared up at Kael, whose eyes, usually so carefree, now held a strange, almost dreamy intensity.Kael looked at him in a way that was undeniably attractive, his eyes tracing a path over Zeil’s chest. The moonlight caught the sharp glint of his claws as, with a deliberate, slow movement.“What th

Zeil was walking down the hallway, his mind a jumble of thoughts, though he couldn't quite put a finger on what he was even thinking. A clear expression of everything was just on his face. Then, Kael turned from where he was standing guard facing Zeil directly. Zeil was genuinely shocked because his mind was so clouded. Kael had truly startled him with how he suddenly appeared. Zeil then spoke, aggressively and annoyingly, to Kael. "Rogue! What is the issue with you? Why are you always so stupid like some untamed, untrained creature?”Kael, who still had his stick dangling from his lips, then said, joking, "Well, you are the Young Alpha Lord. I guess you could train and teach me how to be more formal." He folded his two hands and looked at Zeil with a faint smile. Immediately,Zeil felt something strange stir inside him. His heart skipped. It wasn't anger. It wasn't fear. It was something warmer, fluttering like a butterfly in his stomach.Then Kael threw in, "What do you think? A