Todos os capítulos de Blood And Desire: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The room fell into heavy silence. Winter’s storm-gray eyes locked on hers across the space, surprise flickering for the briefest moment before his scarred face settled into an impenetrable blank mask. August’s amber gaze betrayed open surprise, his step slowing as he took in the scene. Neither had expected anyone here, least of all her. Scarlett stood rooted, breath caught, the newborn’s soft breathing the only sound in the vast chamber.August moved first, voice careful, taking a cautious step forward. “Scarlett…” he began, voice low, confusion threading through it as if to ask what she was doing in the Luna’s private rooms. Then his gaze drifted past her to the ornate cot in the corner, the sleeping child swaddled within. His words died unspoken, realization dawning as the pieces fell into place.Winter remained silent, his expression unreadable, but the air thickened with unspoken questions, the moonlight from the balcony casting long shadows across the three figures frozen in the

Scarlett’s palm pressed flat against Winter’s chest, fingers splaying over the hard muscle, trying to create space, a desperate attempt to halt the Lycan hovering above her with eyes full of dangerous, ravenous intent. Fear flickered in her honey-brown eyes, wide and unguarded, as she glanced toward the cot where the newborn heir slept peacefully, tiny breaths soft in the quiet chamber. Her gaze snapped back to Winter.“The baby,” she whispered, voice trembling, “we might disturb the baby if we do this.”Winter raised an eyebrow, a slow, predatory smirk curving his lips. “Then I’ll have Odessa come get him.”Scarlett’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, her throat dry. “She should come get him now,” she said quickly, pushing against his chest with more urgency. “I should take him to her right away—then you can…”“You don’t get to move, Scarlett,” Winter said, his voice low and edged with raw hunger that sent shivers racing down her spine, the words a velvet command that pinned her

The late afternoon sun hung low over Torrine’s castle, its golden light glinting off the frost-tipped spires and casting long shadows across the courtyard. Alpha Dixon stood at the foot of the grand steps, impeccably dressed in a dark velvet cloak trimmed with silver wolf fur, his scarred face composed and regal. Zoe stood a respectful step behind him, discreet and vigilant, her cloak drawn tight against the evening chill, eyes scanning the horizon.They had been waiting only a short while when the distant rumble of wheels announced the carriage’s approach. It rolled to a smooth stop before the steps, the horses snorting steam into the cold air. Dixon’s lips curved into a warm, welcoming smile as the footman hurried to open the door. Nerina’s mother emerged first, elegant in traveling furs, her silver-streaked hair pinned neatly.“Alpha Dixon,” she greeted with a graceful curtsy, offering her hand. He took it with a courteous bow as he helped her down the steps, his manners polished a

Scarlett jolted awake as the sharp crack of Odessa’s whip split the air, striking the iron bed frame inches from her head. She shot upright with a gasp, heart pounding, silver hair tangled across her face, the thin blanket slipping to her waist. The dormitory was still dim with pre-dawn gray, the other Omegas stirring uneasily in their bunks.Odessa loomed over her, whip coiled in her hand, emerald eyes blazing with malice. “Do you think the Lycan’s heir cares for your beauty sleep?” she snarled. “You were put in charge of him, and you lie here like the dead! Have you forgotten already?”Scarlett swung her legs over the edge, grudgingly standing, exhaustion and resentment heavy in her limbs as she stood. She muttered something incoherent under her breath, dragging her feet as she tried to shove past the Beta toward the door.Odessa’s hand flashed, seizing a fistful of silver hair and yanking her back. Scarlett stumbled, a cry caught in her throat as she was shoved hard to the cold sto

His rough hands slid between her thighs, finding her core, fingers parting her folds. She was warm but not wet enough for him. Winter spat into his palm, a crude handful of saliva, and rubbed it over her opening and the swollen tip of his member, slicking them both with impatient haste. Scarlett’s hand flew to his chest, pushing desperately, nails digging into muscle, but she knew it was futile—his weight, his strength, pinned her like prey.He positioned himself at her entrance and slammed into her in one merciless thrust, burying deep. Scarlett screamed, back arching off the bed, the sound raw and tearing from her throat as pain and invasion flooded her, her body struggling to accommodate him.“Say my name!” he growled, voice a guttural growl as he pulled back only to drive deeper, harder, the bed creaking beneath them.“Please!” she cried, tears spilling anew, body arching against the brutal rhythm, hands clawing at his shoulders.He snarled, thrusts erratic and punishing, savage a