Todos los capítulos de Monster Can Love Too: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

For a second, Noa couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. I couldn't think. His pulse flatlined as Alessio’s gun locked on him, the barrel steady, the fire in his eyes cold enough to burn.It didn’t make sense. Alessio, his Alessio, the man who’d carved open his ribs just to hold his heart, was standing there like he’d been waiting to pull this trigger his whole life.The silence wasn’t quiet. It screamed.Noa’s voice broke on the way out. “You’re lying.”Alessio’s smirk twisted, dangerous. “Am I?”“You wouldn’t do this.”“I already did.” Alessio’s gun didn’t waver. His chest heaved, his stitches straining, his body a war zone. But his hand? Steady. Unshaking. Deadly. “Dominik offered me the city. It offered me freedom. Offer me you.”Noa’s breath cracked. “You have me.”“I have scraps. Pieces.” Alessio’s voice dropped into a cruel whisper. “You’ve always held back. You let me fuck you. You let me love you. But you never let me own you.”Noa’s heart jackknifed, a brutal punch to the chest. “

The second the name left Alessio’s mouth, the world tilted sideways.Noa’s pulse hammered in his throat, his skin going cold, his breathing jagged like he’d been drop-kicked into the deep end of a nightmare.Lorenzo. Alessio’s brother. The ghost Alessio swore was dead. The ghost who wasn’t supposed to matter anymore.But here they were. And ghosts always came back when you didn’t bury them deep enough.Alessio’s body jerked off Noa like he’d been struck, his hands shaking as he scrambled to zip his pants, blood and sweat still slick on his skin. “Fuck. Fuck. Noa, I”“No,” Noa snapped, dragging himself upright, dragging his own pants into place, ignoring the burn in his thighs, the ache in his chest, the wreckage Alessio had just left him in. “You’re going to explain this right now.”Alessio’s face twisted, panic spiking like he’d forgotten how to hold himself together. “I thought he was dead. I swear to God, I thought Lorenzo was dead.”Noa’s hands shook as he jammed his cum back on.

The scream ripped out of Noa’s chest like his ribs couldn’t hold it anymore, like his entire body cracked under the pressure of it, the weight of the photo burning in his palm. His mother. Alive. Tied to a chair. Beside Luca. And the timestamp mocked him; this wasn’t old, this was now. This was unfolding while he was still standing here, while Alessio bled onto the dusty floors of this half-dead safehouse, while Noa’s lungs barely dragged in enough air to stay upright.He slammed his fist into the table, the wood splintering under his knuckles, pain biting up his arm like a necessary punishment. Alessio tried to push himself up from the chair, but Noa was already there, shoving him back down, pressing his palm hard to his shoulder wound.“You are not moving,” Noa hissed, his voice shaking, his whole body thrumming like a live wire. “Not this time. Not until I figure out what the fuck this is.”Alessio’s jaw clenched, blood drying along his temple, his breath ragged. “You saw her? You’

Noa’s hands shook as he shoved extra magazines into his jacket, his mind moving too fast, too sharp, like his body couldn’t keep up with the wildfire now roaring through his veins. His mother had switched sides, or maybe she’d never left Dominik’s side to begin with. It didn’t matter now. What mattered was the message, the location burned into his screen like a brand.The old Moretti estate.Home.The place where the first lies were buried.The place where monsters were made.Alessio’s fingers ghosted over Noa’s jaw, dragging his attention back from the spiral. “You can’t go there angry, angel. You go there angry, you die there.”Noa’s laugh cracked, bitter and sharp. “You think I’m not already dead?”Alessio’s palm flattened over his chest, right where his heart still fought to keep beating. “You’re not. I’d know if you were. I’d feel it here.”Noa’s throat burned, his breath fraying at the edges. “You can’t come.”Alessio’s grip tightened like he could hold him in place by sheer wi

The silence in the room caved in around Noa like the walls were closing, pressing against his skull, against his ribs, against every part of him still barely stitched together. His real mother. Alive. The words rattled inside him like loose bullets, and every second felt like Alessio’s fingers tightening around his heart, dragging him back when everything in him wanted to break loose.“Say that again,” Noa rasped, his voice cracking like cheap glass.Alessio’s hands caught his shoulders, shaking him, grounding him. “Focus, angel. You’re losing too much blood. We need”“No.” Noa shoved Alessio’s hands off him, breath ragged, pulse slamming through his throat. “Say it again.”Luca’s voice buzzed cold through the comm. “Dominik’s got her. Your mother. The real one. The one he’s been hiding. She’s alive, Noa. He’s using her.”The floor dipped under his feet. His lungs stopped working. His heartbeat became a sharp, deafening thud in his ears. His real mother? She was supposed to be dead. S