Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound By My Best Friend's Dad: Forbidden Desires: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"What do you intend to do with him?” Rylan asked.His voice was careful, but Darius was more careful as he caught the flicker of disapproval swaying in his eyes. Darius rolled his sleeves up his elbows, feeling the heat that prickled along his skin, which had nothing to do with the fresh morning sun. He adjusted his hands under Wayne, then lifted him higher into his arms.His golden blonde hair blended faintly against the dawn that already stretched across the trees, catching the glints of sunrise as he rested on Darius's strong chest.His shallow rising and falling was too fragile, but steady enough to remind Darius that he was still clinging to dear life.Rylan stepped closer. "I hope it's not what I'm thinking," he said, looking at Darius intently."It's exactly what you're thinking," Darius replied. "I'll carry him back home."His tone didn't waver, it was the kind with no room for argument.Rylan's brow drew themselves low. He couldn't make sense of what was going on in front of

Darkness released him slowly. And it did not let him go in one clean move, but in sweep fragments instead. In the way the tide drags itself back from the shore little by little.At first, Wayne thought he was still buried in snow, surrounded by the creatures he'd only known from mystic tales, and covered in his own blood. His body felt a weight on top of him, pinned beneath something heavy, as though the earth itself had decided he was not worth letting go. The ache in his body throbbed like a nudge, so bad it felt like it wanted to steal and cut his life short again.Pain wasn’t new. He'd toiled over it, and he'd learned the sting of fists, the cruel press of boots, the maddening cracks of his bones against stone. But this was different. It wasn’t just the expected scare that lined up during healing, or the fresh wounds that waited for the days ahead. This was drawn from his soul and out of his spirit, like every ounce of strength he had left had bled out of him and left only weaknes

The weather was cold, just morning before the sunset, and the Bloodfang pack houses warmed with softness. Wayne kept his arms folded across his chest as he stood at the gates, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other. He hadn't expected Darius to summon him so early, much less to escort him personally through the heart of the pack.The Alpha's suffocating presence steadily loomed beside him, yet commanding. Darius wore no crown, no heavy king cloaks, yet every step he took carried the weight of one born to rule. His body screamed an aura that couldn't be hidden even though he tried to, and his eyes scanned every part ahead.“Stay close" Darius said quietly, his deep voice carrying an authority that left little room for argument in Wayne's head. “The ground is slipping and some of them will be curious….” Curious. Wayne's stomach clutched at the word, his fingers digging into his palm. He felt certain that curiosity wasn't what waited for himThe gates swung open with a groan, an

“I never knew that I would be forced from my own will to do something again" Wayne muttered as he tried to get out of bed. The past few days had been nothing but hell for him. Everyday, he goes to the matron for shots and also checks on his wolf spirit. And each day he comes back feeling down because his wolf isn't fully responding to the treatments.It was confirmed by the matron that he will be forced to do more training if his wolf doesn't respond after today's checkup. It sounded like a joke in Wayne's ears. Forced to do hard labours to bring his wolf spirit back is sickening. Pushing the drowsiness from his eyes, he entered the bathroom and allowed the cold water to hit his skin, drenching him from his head down to his leg before he used the sponge to scrub away the thoughts that ran through his veins. He drifted back to the memories from the first night he shouted at Darius because of his protectiveness, and his demands to make him strong. He was clueless and didn't understand

Wayne didn't like how Darius watched him like he was a little kid that needed to be put in check at all times. His shots from the matron were over, and Darius got the go ahead order to look into Wayne's training. In the matron's words “His wolf needed air, and an environment that would challenge it to come out.”She also confirmed that a ritual would be carried out for Wayne if the training strategy doesn't work.Wayne had only scoffed at her words. He didn't believe he needed any rituals, because the last one had done nothing but failed. Mariam had served breakfast but not on Wayne's usual spot; in Darius's dining room where lots of servants stared at Wayne like he was a freak. He moved with caution as he took in the scent of the food. The servant moves meticulously arranging foods, fruit, vegetables on the huge dining table.“Do you eat this much?" Wayne asked softly as a maid placed some bread on his side, he thanked her without removing his gaze from Darius' face.“Hmm" Darius h