Lahat ng Kabanata ng Monster Can Love Too: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

The room still smelled of blood.Not faintly, not like something that had come and gone. It was thick, a metallic film on the tongue, seeping into the cracks of the concrete like the basement itself had swallowed Dante’s last breath. Noa could taste it every time he tried to inhale, copper clinging to the back of his throat until it made him want to gag.It clung to the walls, sticky and dark, staining them in places no mop would ever reach. It hung on the dangling chains that still rattled faintly from the fight, and it mixed with the sharp scent of Alessio’s sweat, smoke from gunpowder, and the heat of bodies colliding in violence. Dante’s corpse was gone now, dragged out by Alessio’s men, another shadow erased in their endless war but his ghost lingered.Noa could feel it on his skin. Could hear it in the silence. The wet crack of bone, the squelch of blood, the scream strangled in Dante’s throat none of it had stopped echoing. Even though Alessio had already ended him, it felt lik

Noa woke to silence that didn’t feel natural.It wasn’t the soft quiet of peace. It was heavy, thick, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. A silence that pressed against his eardrums until he thought they’d pop. He lay still, staring at the ceiling, his chest rising too fast. For a moment, he wondered if he was even alive or if Alessio had already made good on his vow.But then pain reminded him. His body ached, thighs sore, lips swollen, his skin covered in Alessio’s teeth marks. He shifted, and even the faintest movement made everything sting. Each bruise throbbed like a reminder. Each scratch burned like a brand. He dragged the sheet higher, trying to hide, but it was useless; his body screamed ownership in every inch.Alessio was already standing by the window. Shirtless. A cigarette burning low between his fingers. The smoke curled around him, lazy, sinister, as if even the air bent to him. But he wasn’t looking at the skyline, wasn’t drinking in the view of a cit

The hand was cold.Not Alessio’s warmth, not his roughness, not the heat that always came with his touch. This grip was foreign, stiff, reeking of something that didn’t belong in Alessio’s bed, in Alessio’s world.Noa’s heart kicked like a trapped bird, beating against the cage of his ribs. His body went rigid, panic freezing his breath in his throat. A muffled cry spilled into the palm over his mouth, hot air bouncing back against his skin. The weight shifted whoever it was, they were under the bed, sliding out like a phantom, crawling into the dark where Noa slept. Now that presence was dragging him down, dragging him into the kind of nightmare that made skin forget warmth forever.The sheets rustled violently, twisting around Noa’s legs like bindings.“Noa” Alessio’s voice cut the silence, sharp and commanding, the kind of voice that stopped men in their tracks and made blood run cold.In the next second, the room exploded.Alessio moved faster than thought. He yanked the intruder

The mansion was no longer safe.Noa knew it from the way Alessio moved naked, gun in hand, a predator ready to kill. His shoulders were tight, jaw clenched, eyes burning with a light that promised death. It was the kind of light that made the air heavy, like the storm before lightning split the sky.The guard’s words still rang in the air, vibrating through the silence of the room like the echo of a bell tolling doom: They’re already inside.Alessio pushed the man out of the room with a snarl that was more animal than human. His voice was a whip: “Seal the east wing. Anyone who isn’t one of mine shoots on sight.”The guard bolted, boots slamming against the polished wood floor, leaving the faint smell of sweat and panic behind.That left Alessio, still breathing hard, cock still half-hard from what he’d just done to Noa. The mix of sex and violence hung around him like a second skin. His eyes dragged over Noa’s bare body tangled in the sheets, and for a second, rage gave way to hunger

The words slithered through the silence like smoke.“Moretti. You can’t fuck bullets into him forever.”Noa’s skin went cold. The sheet slipped from his shoulders, pooling at his waist. Every inch of him was marked bruises, bites, cum drying sticky on his skin. A trophy. A possession. Alessio’s boy.And someone out there knew it.Alessio froze mid-step, head tilted like a wolf catching scent. His eyes burned red with something unholy, something that didn’t belong to a man but to a beast pacing its cage. The muscles along his jaw clenched until the bone stood sharp, cutting the dim light.“Stay down,” he ordered without looking at Noa.Noa’s pulse jumped, his throat working around a word that wouldn’t come. “Alessio”The gun came up, finger curled tight on the trigger. “Now.”That single word left no space for rebellion. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was the law.Noa dropped back against the pillows, heart hammering, lungs straining as if the walls themselves pressed tighter. His skin pri