All Chapters of Caught in Between Lust and Desires: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

🖱️Victor🖱️My body was literally on fire, and there was nothing poetic about it.It was not desire dressed up as hunger or some elegant vampire metaphor whispered in old books. This was crude. This was my control cracking from the inside out while I stood perfectly still and pretended I was fine.I wanted blood.Not a feast. Not ceremony. Just a drop. A single damn drop to quiet the way my veins burned like they had been injected with sunlight and poison at the same time.I turned sharply and reached for the closest thing that could give me relief, yanking the dagger from the drawer with more force than necessary. The blade was familiar, balanced, trusted. I dragged it across my palm without hesitation and the pain bloomed instantly, sharp enough to make me hiss.Blood poured freely, warm and thick, spilling down my wrist and dripping onto the floor. I lifted my hand and drank, letting it flood my mouth, letting my body latch onto the taste like it had been starving for days.It hel

🖱️Sammy🖱️ The last person I expected to see when I opened my door tonight night was Jayden, standing there like trouble wrapped in skin, eyes too calm and body wrong in a way my wolf noticed instantly, because he did not smell like me anymore and that absence hit harder than his presence ever had. “Kiss me,” he said without greeting, voice low and urgent, then stepped closer like he owned the space. “Make me reek of you.” My wolf stirred, confused and uneasy, and I frowned because nothing about this felt right. “What happened?” I asked, already reaching for him, already needing answers, but he did not give me any because his mouth crashed into mine instead. The moment our lips touched, fire exploded through my body. Not heat or desire. Pain. It ripped through me like his mouth was lit with fire started and wolf bane, something that did not belong against mine, and I shoved him away instinctively, breath ragged, heart pounding, every alpha instinct screaming danger. “What the f

🖱️Jayden🖱️ The moment the question left my mouth, everything went wrong. I did not feel a hand. I did not feel magic slam into me. There was no pain, no warning, no dramatic surge of power. It was quieter than that, more terrifying. Like the air itself decided I had said enough. My jaw locked mid breath. The rest of my body followed. I tried to move my fingers. Nothing. Tried to turn my head. Nothing. Tried to speak again and realized my mouth was no longer obeying me. It felt sealed, not physically, but controlled, like something had wrapped around my will and tightened just enough to keep me still. Panic surged hard and fast, crashing into my ribs. I could hear them speaking but I just couldn’t move or utter a word. “Move him quietly,” a voice said, low and efficient. “And make sure no scene is created, no student is allowed to see him being moved out of this academy.” “Take him straight to the underground parking lots,” another replied. “The elders are waiting to take him

🖱️Jayden🖱️ The hug with Jane was I needed to become sane again. Dad Jay stood there with his hands on his hips, eyes bouncing between me and Jane like he was trying to solve five puzzles at the same time. “Okay,” he said, taking a sharp breath. “Now will you two tell me how you got here, who she is, why she was bleeding in my son’s room, what happened to you, and what exactly she just did.” He did not pause. “Because I am confused, concerned, and one second away from losing my mind.” Jane shifted beside me, clearly trying not to laugh. I opened my mouth to answer but Dad Jay was already waving his hands again. “And before anyone says relax, I am relaxed,” he added. “This is my relaxed.” Dad Alex stepped in gently, placing a hand on his arm. “Baby,” he said calmly, squeezing once. “Breathe. You are spiraling.” “I am not spiraling.” “You asked six questions in one breath.” “That is efficiency.” Dad Alex smiled and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “How about we

🖱️Victor🖱️ Helping Sammy was not charity. It never was. I did not know exactly how I would get him into the human world yet, but I knew one thing for certain. If I helped him now, he would owe me. And when the time came, that debt would be paid in blood. His mate’s blood. Fresh. Powerful. Untouched by rationing or my father’s rules. For once, I would not have to beg or bargain for supply. I would not have to wait for permission like a starving child. I would feed when I wanted, how I wanted, and to my satisfaction. That alone made this worth the trouble. Being marked by a human was insane, truly. It broke every known law we lived by. But I did not care about the romance or the bond or whatever fragile madness tied them together. My interest was practical. Power always was. I looked at Sammy, pale and shaking, his bond tearing him apart from the inside. “Stay here,” I told him calmly. “I will be back.” Then I left. The student council building was quiet at that hour, which su