All Chapters of Sinful Desires: Fatal bonds: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Time was never gentle in the realms of the supernatural, it accumulated, layer by layer, like fossils buried underneath rocks and shores. Two years in the human world. Fifty years for them. Fifty winters had buried the fortress of the Del Imperium Pack in snow and thawed it again. Fifty summers had burned across vampire dominion halls of obsidian and shadow. Empires shifted. Councils dissolved. Borders redrew. But one chamber remained untouched. The eastern wing. The empty bed. They never removed it. Aldric had changed. He hadn't softened in the slightest, instead, he had become refined. His father, Magnus, had eventually stepped down, not in weakness, but in recognition of strength. The Crowned Wolf had already been leading for decades. Aldric ruled Del Imperium with terrifying precision. He never did wage unnecessary wars, he did not indulge in cruelty, he did not forgive betrayal and his control was absolute. His restraint legendary. His name no longer required de

The morning they arrived, the sky over Beichfen Capital was a polished, merciless blue. It was the kind of blue that made everything beneath it look smaller. Exposed. I should have known something weird was about to happen.. That morning, as I adjusted my tie and walked through the main courtyard, whispers followed me the way they always did. Heads turned. Phones subtly angled. The usual admiring stares. I was used to it. The homeroom bell rang as I stepped inside the lecture hall. The room buzzed louder than usual. I barely made it to my seat. I was halfway through underlining a paragraph in my political economics textbook when the door to the lecture hall opened. Professor Liang clearing his throat. “We have two transfer students joining us today.” A murmur rolled through the class. Transfers into this class were rare. Elite placement. The doors opened. And the world tilted. They walked in like they owned gravity. The first—tall. Taller than me by at least a

I told everyone it didn’t matter, smiled through the loss, even clapped Aldric on the shoulders like a good sport.Said something light about “healthy competition.”I even laughed.But the moment the sun dipped and the campus lights flickered off, I couldn’t go home.I ended up at the indoor pool.Empty and silent. Exactly what I needed in the moment. The water reflected the ceiling lights in long trembling streaks. I dove in without thinking. Lap after lap. Faster. Harder. Until my muscles burned and my lungs felt like they might split open. I needed to feel it. Needed to prove something to myself. When I finally pulled myself out, I didn’t bother drying off properly. I just sat at the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water, chest rising and falling slowly. My skin glistened under the pale lights. Chlorine clung to me. My reflection in the water looked… irritated. Not broken. Not devastated. Just— Unsettled. I’ve never lost. Not really. Not

I don’t know what possessed me to text Valentina.Pride perhaps?Most likely panic. Maybe the desperate need to prove to myself that what happened at the pool meant nothing.Valentina Russo.Third-year economics major. Long dark hair. Confident. Sharp-tongued. The kind of girl who walked into a room like she owned it. She’d flirted with me for months. Blatantly and unapologetically.I’d always brushed it off with a smile.But for onight, I didn’t feel like it. Zero: You busy?She replied in under a minute.Valentina: For you? Never. I stared at the screen for a long time before typing the next message. Zero: Come over. The three dots appeared instantly. Then: Valentina: Finally. She arrived at exactly nine. My parents were out at some corporate dinner. The house staff had retired to the back quarters. The foyer lights were dim. When I opened the door, she stepped inside like she’d been waiting for this moment. She looked..Intentional, a tight black dress with

I told myself I was going to apologize, the hurt I felt in my soul watching them walk away from me due to my stupid pride and choice to prove something that was already obvious. I had to apologize. If it's the last thing I do. I wouldn't plan the conversation. I told myself I’d bring it up casually. Over dinner. Between my father’s news commentary and my mother asking whether I’d eaten properly at school. Slip it in like it didn’t matter. It mattered. “I need to stay at the hostel for a week,” I said, staring at my rice like it had personally betrayed me. I wanted to be close to them, walk with them, catch them after classes in the stead of being pressured by honks from my personal driver. Silence. My father lowered his spoon slowly. “Hostel?” “It’s for the competition,” I added quickly. “The international one. We need extra training sessions. Late practices. Early rehearsals. It’s just easier if I stay on campus.” That part wasn’t a lie. The competition was real.