All Chapters of CRAVING THE PRIMORDIAL ELDER : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

While the courtyard was in absolute chaos, and covered in blood, the air in the room where Zoran and Naelis were, was thick with the scent of sweat, and raw desire. Moonlight sliced through the tall windows and shone brightly on the tangled sheets and their sweat covered bodies. Zoran had Naelis pinned beneath him, one massive hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip so hard with his fingers, the grip was so tight that her skin immediately turned red but Naelis wasn't in the mood to care about a bruise, as all of Zoran's actions brought her immense pleasure.Their mouths crashed together again, tongues fighting for dominance with no hint of gentleness. Naelis arched up, nails raking bloody trails down his broad back. “Grr!” Zoran growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her chest. He liked the pain, and he needed more of it, as long as she was the one inflicting it.She hooked her legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging

The air in the courtyard was thick with the smell of blood and the lingering heavy scent of primordial magic. As Corin tumbled into the heap of mangled abominations, the elite Blackwater warriors, conditioned by years of fear and rigid discipline, surged forward. Their weapons were drawn, and their eyes were wide with a mixture of terror and duty as they formed a protective wall in front of their fallen Alpha. They stood their ground, though their hands trembled as they faced the three primordials standing on the villa’s steps.Mira stepped forward, her raven hair with its sapphire streaks catching the moonlight. She looked at the warriors, men she recognized and who had once served under the banner of the alliance before Corin’s treachery. Her gaze was cold, possessing a regal weight that made the soldiers flinch."It has been fifteen years since I last saw your faces," Mira said, her voice cold, carrying effortlessly across the silent courtyard. "Fifteen years of hiding in the sh

Jamie took several deep breaths and when he was calm enough, he didn't bother to wait for an invitation or permission from those present. He quickly rushed to the bedside with an anxious expression, his breathing coming in short hitches. In that moment, the sheer terror of losing Silas had stripped away every layer of his caution. He was so scared of losing the one person who made him feel like he belonged in this dangerous world that he totally forgot to control his emotions. His hands reached out, trembling violently, and his eyes were fixed on Silas’s still face with a raw devotion that was dangerously close to exposing the truth.Naelis felt the shift in the room immediately. The air grew cold, and she noticed how everyone was staring at Jamie. Rowan’s eyes were narrowed in confusion, Marek was watching with a raised brow, and even the guards were exchanging puzzled glances. The intimacy in Jamie’s posture was too loud and too heavy to ignore.Thinking quickly, Naelis stepped f

The air in the treatment room was so cold it felt as though the frost from the mountain peaks had seeped through the walls, settling deep into Naelis’s bones. She stood paralyzed, her hand still reaching out toward Silas, who was looking at her as if she were an enemy. The accusation in his voice was like a blade, cutting through the relief she had felt moments ago.Naelis was stunned by the anger burning in Silas’s eyes. It was a fierce resentment she had never seen directed at her in all the years they had spent growing up together. She quickly tried to find her voice, her heart thundering against her ribs. "Silas, please... it’s not what you think," she stammered, her eyes searching for a glimmer of the warmth she knew was there. "I didn't tell him…I would never betray you like that. The bond... the mating ritual... it linked our minds. He saw my memories through the link and there was nothing I could do!"But Silas didn't want to hear any of it and he didn't care about the invol

Three days had passed since the blood-soaked confrontation with Lihont and his abominations, and while the physical wounds were beginning to slowly heal, the invisible fractures within the group had only deepened. The preparation for the journey back to Frostpine was underway, but the atmosphere was thick with a heavy, suffocating silence that was hard to ignore.Rowan moved through the hallways with a frown etched on his face. He was a man used to the boisterous energy of his pack, but this morning, the villa felt eerily and depressingly silent.He had noticed the tense atmosphere between Zoran, Naelis, and Silas for the past three days. It wasn't just a simple tension, it seemed more like a cold war. Silas, who is usually very lively and loves to joke around, was being extremely cold and upset. He now moves around with an indifferent expression, hardly speaks to anyone, and avoids eye contact with his father and also keeps his distance from everyone else. Every time Rowan tried