Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Forbidden Alpha: Wild Bond : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The harsh midday light flooded Sam's loft, revealing the disorder of the sheets and the sweat stains that seemed tattooed onto the mattress, but not even all that brightness was capable of dissipating the fog forming in Adreas's mind. He stood before the bathroom mirror, observing the purple marks on his neck and the healing bite on his shoulder. They were marks of possession, seals of a supernatural heritage he had accepted in the heat of adrenaline, but which now, in the silence of sobriety, weighed on him like lead. He barely recognized his own eyes; there was a constant dilation in them, a reflection of the hungry desire Sam ignited, but also a shadow of erasure.Adreas felt that his twenty-five-year life—his career dreams, his friends, his individuality—was being cannibalized by Sam's colossal presence. He was no longer Adreas, the independent designer; he was becoming just "Sam's thing," a satellite orbiting a black, immortal sun. The fear of Viktor and Sam's smothering protecti

The return to the loft, after the reconciliation charged with risk in the park, was marked by a dense and electric silence. Adreas still felt the ghost of the public orgasm in his veins, but there was a new curiosity driving him. He watched Sam move through the apartment with that predatory fluidity, an elegance that didn't belong to the world of ordinary men. Every step Sam took seemed to carry the weight of a muscle mass the human body could barely contain. When the lights went out and only the amber glow of the corner lamps remained, Adreas sat on the edge of the bed, watching the shapeshifter approach."You said I didn't understand your nature," Adreas began, his voice soft in the semi-darkness. "I saw the beast out there in the alley, I feel its possession on my skin every day, but I don't understand how it works when you touch me. Why is it always so… insatiable?"Sam stopped before him, his naked skin gleaming under the low light. He exuded that constant heat, a biological furn

The calm that followed Sam’s vulnerability on the loft floor lasted little more than a breath. The air, previously heavy with melancholy tenderness and the shift in power where Andreas had taken emotional control, suddenly turned foul. The panoramic window didn’t shatter, but vibrated with a frequency inaudible to ordinary human ears, though it left a metallic taste in Andreas’s mouth. Sam sprang to his feet, the transition from vulnerability to high alert happening in a millisecond. The cornered beast gave way to the war general."They’re here," Sam hissed, his skin already rippling under the pressure of the imminent transformation. "Viktor didn’t come alone. He brought the renegades."Andreas felt the chill of adrenaline coursing through his arteries, but this time, he didn’t retreat to the dark corners of the room. The experience of holding a fragile Sam in his arms minutes before had given Andreas a new courage, an authority he had no intention of surrendering. He reached for the

The full moon night didn’t bring the silence Andreas had expected, but a chorus of instincts that seemed to vibrate in the very foundations of the loft. The air was electrified, so dense that every breath felt like a conscious effort. Sam was no longer the man trying to mimic civility; he was a focus of pure energy, his skin radiating a heat that made the environment unbearable for anyone not under his spell. He stood before the large panoramic window, the silver light of the moon at its zenith bathing his naked musculature in tones of living mercury.Andreas walked toward him, feeling the weight of the verdict he had just accepted. The hesitation of the past days had finally been devoured by the realization that his life, without a definitive bond with Sam, would be nothing but a succession of empty heartbeats. He didn’t just want to be with the wolf; he needed to become part of him. The marking—the baptism of pain—was the only path to survival in a world where shadows now had teeth

The ecstasy of the supernatural bond the mark had brought was abruptly shattered by a dissonant vibration that raised the hairs on Andreas’s arms. It wasn’t a sound, but a pressure in the air, a weight he could now feel through Sam’s amplified senses. The loft, once a sanctuary of sweat-soaked sheets and eternal promises, suddenly felt exposed. Through the bond, Andreas felt Sam’s stomach clench in a mixture of wariness and defensive irritation. Someone was climbing the fire escape, and it wasn’t just one person—it was the pack.“They’ve come to see proof of my crime,” Sam murmured, his voice rolling like stones down a canyon. He rose and pulled on a pair of jeans, the muscles in his back still taut from their closeness. “Stay close to me. And no matter what happens, don’t lower your head.”The door was flung open without ceremony. Three men and two women entered, each radiating the same feverish heat and predatory aura as Sam, though none possessed the majestic density of the 170-yea