Semua Bab Claimed by the Forbidden Alpha: Wild Bond : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The air in the bar was thick, a mixture of cheap tobacco smoke, the sweet smell of spilled alcohol, and the sweat of bodies crowded under the low red lights of the basement. Adreas felt out of place, but strangely alert. At twenty-five, he had a raw beauty, something he didn't yet know how to handle with complete confidence, which translated into a constant motion of running his fingers through his dark, slightly unruly hair. He just wanted a drink, a break from the monotony of his design routine, something to make his blood run faster through his veins. What he didn't expect was that the blood wouldn't just run, but would boil the moment his eyes met that stranger in the darkest corner of the bar.He was there, isolated from the frenetic crowd, like a marble statue carved with dark intentions. Sam looked like a man in the prime of his twenty-nine years, with broad shoulders that seemed barely contained by a worn leather jacket and a posture that emanated a silent, dangerous authority.

The bar seemed to be shrinking, the walls closing in as the air grew increasingly thin. Andreas couldn't take his eyes off Sam, feeling like a satellite trapped in the orbit of a massive, dark planet. The challenge he had thrown down in the previous chapter—that declaration of lack of judgment—still hung between them, vibrating like a guitar string stretched to its limit. Sam didn't respond with words. Instead, he took a step forward, eliminating the little space that remained, pressing Andreas against the wooden edge of the bar.Sam's hand, large and charged with a temperature bordering on feverish, rose quick as a snake's strike, burying his fingers in the hair at the nape of Andreas's neck. The grip wasn't gentle; it was firm, almost painful, forcing the young man's head back and exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. Andreas gasped, but before he could process the shock, Sam's lips collided with his.It wasn't a movie kiss, choreographed and smooth. It was a collision of teet

The alley seemed too small to contain the energy radiating from Sam, now back in his human form but still buzzing with the residual electricity of the transformation. Andreas didn’t wait for a formal invitation or words of comfort. He advanced, his palms pressing against Sam’s broad, fever-hot chest, feeling every rigid muscle beneath skin that exuded the unmistakable scent of forest and desire. They moved as a single being toward Sam’s apartment, just a few meters away—an unobtrusive entrance leading to a space that smelled of old leather, books, and the wolf’s own essence.Once the door was locked, the outside world ceased to exist. There were no gentle preliminaries or courtesies. Sam grabbed the back of Andreas’s t-shirt and tore it upward in a single motion, the sound of ripping fabric acting like a starting gun for the fury consuming them. Andreas was thrown onto the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight, and before he could catch his breath, Sam was on top of him. The shi

The room, still saturated with the acrid smell of visceral sex and accumulated sweat, seemed to float in a temporal limbo. Adreas lay on his side, watching Sam's back as he sat on the edge of the mattress with the posture of someone carrying the weight of an entire mountain range on his shoulders. Sam's skin, which hours before had emanated a feverish warmth under the impact of pleasure, now looked gray in the filtered light, almost like ancient stone. The silence that followed the possessive fury was not one of peace, but of a dense melancholy, something Adreas didn't know how to translate into his own twenty-five-year-old reality."What were you thinking when you said I'm just a blur of mortals?" Adreas asked, his voice sounding small against the immensity of what Sam represented. He moved closer, sliding his fingers over the almost invisible scars on Sam's back, marks that didn't seem made by modern knives.Sam let out a sigh that seemed to come from centuries past. He turned sligh

Sam’s apartment, which just hours earlier had been the scene of absolute surrender and pleasure that pushed the limits of flesh, suddenly felt exposed. The scent of sex and sweat still hung in the air, but a new olfactory note sliced through the atmosphere—something cold, metallic, and heavy with an ancient unease. Adreas, lying against Sam’s chest, felt the shapeshifter’s muscles tighten like steel cables under maximum tension. Sam didn’t need to open his eyes to know the sanctuary had been violated; his nostrils flared, and a growl—deeper and more resonant than any Adreas had heard during sex—rumbled from within his ribcage.“Get behind me,” ordered Sam, his voice now stripped of any trace of tenderness. He leaped from the bed with inhuman agility, pulling on his pants in a single motion, while his amber eyes already glowed with that predatory gold that heralded the beast.Adreas, still wrapped in the numbness of post-orgasm, felt the first real strike of fear—one that was not excit