Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BASTARD SON OF THE VIKINGS : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

THE PAIN THAT SPEAKS IN SILENCEThe tent smelled of smoke, roasted meat, and the lingering sharp tang of spilled wine. Lanterns swayed gently in the warm night air, throwing shadows that danced across the canvas walls. Latina’s wrists burned where the ropes bit into her skin, her chest heaving with each breath.Enzo pressed the poisoned cup against her lips. His eyes flicked to Lucia’s son, seeking silent approval.“Drink,” Lucia’s son said, calm, measured. “Do not make this more painful than it needs to be.”Latina glared at him, defiance etched across her face. “You can’t do this,” she spat. “I am not yours to command. You son of a bitch, bastard son of a thousand father latina cursed breathing heavy…No matter how fierce or strong a woman is…her tongue is hardly tamed….Lucia's son said“Shut it,” Enzo snapped, his hand tightening. He tilted the cup and forced it against her lips. Latina gagged, choking as the liquid slid down her throat. Her stomach clenched violently. Her vision s

WHEN BLOOD ANSWERS BLOOD Lucia’s son was seated on a low stone bench outside the war tent when the first man came running. The guard stumbled, breath torn from his lungs, armor half-fastened as if he had fled before permission could be given. “My lord—” Lucia’s son barely looked up. “Slow down.” The guard dropped to one knee. “Your mother… Vanguard has taken her.” Silence. Enzo, seated beside Lucia’s son, stiffened. Lucia’s son did not react. He stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on nothing. “Say that again,” he said calmly. The guard swallowed. “Lucia has been captured. Vanguard seized the palace. He replaced her guards. He—” Lucia’s son stood so suddenly the bench scraped backward. “Leave,” he said flatly. The guard blinked. “My lord—” “I said leave.” The man fled. Enzo turned sharply. “You think it’s a lie?” Lucia’s son’s jaw clenched. “Vanguard wouldn’t dare.” Before Enzo could respond, footsteps thundered again. Another man. Then another. Servants. Guards. Women

The Throne of BloodThe palace halls echoed with the sharp clack of boots as Vanguard strode through, his cloak sweeping behind him like a storm cloud. His guards flanked him, silent, obedient—but their eyes flickered with unease. A woman knelt in the corridor, her dress torn at the shoulder, her dark hair spilling over her face. She was the wife of a merchant who had refused to pay his taxes. Vanguard stopped. "Look at me," he commanded. She lifted her chin, defiance burning in her gaze. "You think your husband’s defiance makes you brave?" Vanguard mused, crouching before her. His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, then tightened. "Or just foolish?" She spat at his feet. Vanguard laughed—low, dangerous. He yanked her to her feet, dragging her toward an open chamber. The guards knew better than to follow. The door slammed shut behind them. Inside, the woman struggled, but Vanguard was stronger. He shoved her against the wall, his breath hot against her neck. "You

RUMORS HAVE TEETHThe rumor did not arrive politely.It came the way all dangerous things did—whispered first, then repeated louder, then spoken with certainty by people who had no proof but absolute belief.Guerrero Valenti was alive.Not merely alive.Bigger. Richer. Deadlier.They said his empire had multiplied tenfold. That his shadow now reached ports that had never known his name before. Those men who once mocked him now paid tribute just to breathe.By noon, the rumor reached Lucia’s son.A scout burst into the camp, breathless. “My lord—people are talking.”Lucia’s son looked up slowly. “People always talk.”“This is different,” the scout insisted. “They say Guerrero Valenti lives. That he’s grown… powerful. Stronger than before.”Enzo stiffened immediately. “That’s impossible.”“Is it?” Lucia’s son asked quietly.“They say his wealth rivals kingdoms now,” the scout continued. “That his armies move without banners. That he’s watching Palermo.”The fire crackled between them

LUCIA'S SON'S FIRST S*X The soft glow of the evening lamp cast warm shadows across Lucia's son's room as Mandy, the dedicated healer, arrived for her routine check-up on Lucia's son. He was having a discussion with Enzo , he was shirtless his abs were always bare Mandy thought to herself, when she knelt beside him with a gentle smile. Her hands, warm and steady, began their examination, starting with his ribs. She pressed her fingers lightly against the firm contours of his chest, feeling the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. 'Any discomfort here?' she asked softly, her touch firm yet caring as she probed along the edges of his ribcage. He shifted slightly, a faint wince crossing his face. 'Just a little,' he admitted, his voice low. Mandy nodded, her expression focused as she moved her hands lower, to the side of his stomach. Her palms slid over the taut skin, pressing in deliberate circles to assess any tenderness. The warmth of her touch seeped through hi