جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 110

Silas povMy world spun into a haze of blood and fury as I tore into Ronan, my jaws clamping down on his throat, hot copper flooding my mouth. His body went limp under my paws, the shards scattering across the dirt like broken promises. But Tessa's scream cut through the red fog, sharp as a blade. 'Silas! The child—I'm pregnant. Your hybrid... it's accelerating everything!'I froze, wolf form trembling, the shift reversing in painful jerks—fur receding, bones cracking back to human. I collapsed beside her, naked and gasping, the dawn light cold on my skin. Her words hit like a gut punch, shattering the rage into something worse: terror. A child? Ours? The curse twisted inside me, a live wire sparking against my ribs. I reached for her, hands shaking, pulling her close on the blood-soaked ground. The cottage loomed behind us, its door hanging crooked, the scent of death and herbs clinging to the air like a bad dream. 'Tessa... how? When?' My voice cracked, raw from the shift, eyes sear

Silas Tessa's screams ripped through the grove like knives, her body arching on the mossy ground as the venom from that wraith-Elowen thing forced everything out too soon. I knelt beside her, hands slick with her sweat and blood, heart slamming against my ribs. The air tasted metallic, thick with the scent of earth torn up and magic gone wild. Those unnatural cries from inside her—our pup's—echoed off the ancient trees, making the leaves shiver like they were alive and scared. 'Hold on, Tessa,' I whispered, my voice rough, barely cutting through her pain. 'I'm right here. Push, love. Bring her out.' She gripped my arm, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood, her eyes wild with agony and fear. 'Silas... it hurts so much. The baby's coming—now!' Her belly contracted hard, waves of it visible under her skin, the glowing mark from before pulsing like a heartbeat gone mad. I felt useless, rage boiling in my gut at Elowen, at Ronan possessing her, at this whole cursed mess we'd stumbl

Chapter 1: The Predator’s Whisper Elena The bell tolled at dawn, pulling me from a restless sleep. I am Sister Elena, the youngest in our quiet convent nestled on the misty hills outside the city. At twenty-two, I had given my life to God just two years ago, drawn by the peace of these stone walls and the soft chants that filled our days. My habit felt like a shield, heavy wool scratching my skin as I rose from my narrow cot. The other sisters stirred in the dormitory, their whispers like gentle waves. Sister Maria, the eldest at sixty, smiled at me through the dim light filtering through the narrow window. “Good morning, little one,” she said, her voice warm as fresh bread. “Did you sleep well?” “Yes, Sister,” I lied, folding my blanket neatly. Truth was, dreams haunted me lately—dark shadows that left me uneasy. But I pushed them away. Today was my turn in the sacristy, preparing the vestments for Father Julian’s morning Mass. He was our priest, newly assigned three months ago,

Chapter 3 - Sedated Surrender I watched her during evening prayers, my eyes locked on Sister Elena like a wolf eyeing a lamb. The chapel candles flickered, casting long shadows that danced across her pale face. She knelt there with her head bowed, but I could see the exhaustion in her slumped shoulders, the dark circles under those wide, innocent eyes. She'd been avoiding me all day, scurrying away like a scared mouse whenever I got close. But tonight? Tonight was the night. I'd waited long enough. My cock twitched just thinking about it, hard and ready under my robes. This little nun's tight virgin pussy is mine. I've broken her spirit with words; now I'll claim her body. The bells tolled the end of Vespers, and the sisters filed out, murmuring their goodnights. Elena lingered, folding her hands in prayer a moment longer. Perfect. I stood at the altar, pretending to straighten the linens, my heart pounding with dark excitement. "Sister Elena," I called softly, my voice smooth as si

Chapter 5 - Tempting New Recruits The first light of dawn crept through the stained-glass windows of the chapel, painting the altar in bloody reds and sinful golds. I stood there in my vestments, the heavy cross dangling against my chest like a mocking trophy. Mass was about to start, and the sisters were shuffling in, their habits rustling like dry leaves. But my mind wasn't on prayers. No, it was on Elena—sweet, broken Elena. I'd slipped those pills into her tea last nights, watched her eyes glaze over, then dragged her to my quarters. Stripped her bare, spread those pale thighs, and rammed my cock into her tight virgin pussy. She woke up sore, crying, and I just laughed. "See, Sister? I told you you'd love God's gift." Her sobs still echoed in my head, fueling the ache in my balls. But today? Today felt different. Something hung in the air, thick like smoke from hell. The doors creaked open wider, and in walked Mother Agnes, her face pinched as always. Flanking her were two new f