Todos os capítulos de Blood And Desire: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Scarlett sat slumped on the filthy straw pallet, back against the cold stone wall, knees drawn to her chest, silver hair matted and tangled from days without care. Exhaustion had settled into her bones like damp rot, weighing on her like chains heavier than the iron cuffs around her wrists. Hunger was a constant, twisting ache in her stomach, coming in relentless waves—sharp enough to keep her awake, dull enough to make every movement feel impossible, twisting, familiar now after a day and a half of almost nothing, and already her body felt foreign, weak, hollow.The dreadful part was the feeding. Like a cruel joke, Odessa had been assigned to feed her.The Beta appeared once a day, always at the same time, tray in hand. The porridge was thin but edible—plain oats boiled in water, sometimes with a single spoonful of honey if Odessa felt generous. But generosity was rare. The porridge was edible at least, or it would have been, but Odessa never let it be simple. More often, she would s

Winter’s scarred face, usually a mask of iron control, cracked with something raw—astonishment, yes, but also a flicker of worry. Real, unguarded worry that he couldn’t quite hide. His jaw tightened as he watched her devour the fruit like a starving creature, juice staining her lips and fingers, tears still wet on her cheeks, body shaking with the effort. August’s expression was harder to read—concern, perhaps, mixed with the quiet discomfort of a man who had seen too many broken things.Winter finally tore his gaze away from Scarlett and looked at August. “Send for Odessa,” he said, voice low and tight. “Now.”August gave a single, sharp nod. He turned on his heel and left the room without another word, the door closing softly behind him.Winter remained where he was, eyes returning to Scarlett. She was still eating—frantic, mindless, as though the world had narrowed to the fruit in her hands, tears mixing with the sweetness on her face. He took one slow step closer and watched in si

If she had gone to Winter about it—if she had forced the issue, demanded they make their relationship official, open, undeniable—then maybe River would never have dared touch Scarlett. Maybe he would never have kissed her. Maybe he would never have looked at another woman the way he had once looked at her. Maybe he would never have broken her heart into pieces so small she could barely breathe around them, making heart feel like it was being torn out of her chest every time she closed her eyes and saw them together.She pressed her palm to the cold stone wall, steadying herself. Tears fell faster now, silent and unstoppable. She had loved him. She had trusted him. And he had chosen someone else.River took a step forward, hands raised, trying to bridge the distance. “Jada, it wasn’t. I never meant for you to—”“Don’t,” she snapped, stepping back again, her back hitting the cold stone wall. “Don’t lie to me. Don’t tell me it didn’t mean anything. I saw it. I saw the way you held her, t

It was some hours past midnight, and the only light in the Luna’s chambers came from the moon outside, flooding the room with cold silver. The fire had long since died in the hearth, leaving only cold ash and the faint smell of smoke. Scarlett lay tangled in the heavy furs, sweating and panting in her sleep, fever burning through her starved body yet shivering uncontrollably beneath the blankets. Her body fought a war it could not win—starvation and sickness twisting together until she could no longer tell one from the other. Her breathing came in shallow pants, skin flushed and clammy, limbs trembling even in sleep.Her eyes snapped open.A low groan escaped her throat as she woke, sick and still ravenous. The hunger was worse now—sharp, relentless, twisting inside clawing at her stomach, her head pounding with every heartbeat. She wrapped the thickest blanket around her shoulders, clutching it like a shield, and tried to drag herself out of the bed. Her legs shook violently beneath

“Scarlett! Come on, talk to me.” River shook her again, harder this time, panic rising in his voice. She moaned weakly, eyes half-open, unfocused. Behind the pillar, Jada watched. Her heart shattered further—each crack deeper than the last. She watched River cradle Scarlett like she was the only thing left in his world. Watched him shake her, call her name, beg her to stay awake. Watched the desperation in his voice, the fear in his eyes—the same fear she had once dreamed he would show for her.Tears burned fresh tracks down her face and she stepped out from behind the pillar. Her movements were silent, deliberate. She walked toward them, skirts whispering against the stone, heart breaking with every step.River didn’t notice her at first—too focused on Scarlett, too frantic to keep her conscious. She stopped a few paces away, watching them, tears streaming silently. She had loved him once, loved him enough to risk everything. And now she stood here—watching him hold another woman,