Todos los capítulos de DARK BOND : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

6:00 AMKyrian woke up feeling wrong.Not the same wrong as yesterday.This was different.Deeper. More intense. Like something inside him had shifted overnight.His skin felt too hot. Too sensitive. Even the hospital gown against his body felt like too much.He opened his eyes. The room was dim. Early morning light barely coming through.Lorenzo was in the chair. Eyes closed. Not fully asleep though. His breathing was too steady for that.Kyrian lay there.Something was off.He couldn't put his finger on it.Then he breathed in.And everything changed.Lorenzo's pheromones hit him like a wave.Not the sharp painful burn from yesterday. Not the nausea.This was different.This was warm. Pulling. Like something was reaching inside his chest and tugging."No," Kyrian whispered.He knew what this was.The heat.It was starting.Dr. Lindgren's voice came through the speaker."Good morning. How are we both doing?""Something's wrong," Kyrian said. His voice sounded strange to his own ears

The hospital room was empty when Lorenzo came back. He'd only been gone twenty minutes. Just to get coffee. To give Kyrian space with his family. But now— The bed was empty. Sheets pushed back. IV disconnected and lying on the floor. The monitoring bracelet on the side table.Kyrian was gone. "Fuck." Lorenzo dropped the coffee. Ran to the door. "Where is he?!" A nurse looked up, startled. "Who?" "Kyrian! The patient in VIP room four! Where did he go?!" "I—I don't know. He was there ten minutes ago—" Lorenzo was already moving. Down the hallway. Checking rooms. The bathroom. Nothing. Dr. Lindgren appeared from around the corner. "Lorenzo, what's wrong—" "He's gone. Kyrian's gone." "What? That's impossible. He's still recovering—" "I know that!" Lorenzo's voice was sharp. Panic creeping in. "But he's not here. Check the cameras. Now." Dr. Lindgren pulled out his phone. Made a call. Lorenzo stood there. Hands clenched. Heart racing. "Security footage shows him leaving th

Kyrian woke up confused.Wrong room. Wrong bed. Wrong everything.He tried to sit up.Something heavy was draped over his waist.An arm.He froze.Turned his head slowly.Lorenzo. Right there. Beside him in the bed.Still asleep. One arm thrown over Kyrian like it belonged there.Oh fuck.Memories crashed back.The locked room. Getting caught. The pheromones. The kiss.He'd kissed Lorenzo.And then passed out in his bed like an idiot.Kyrian needed to leave. Now..He carefully slid out from under Lorenzo's arm.Off the bed. Feet on the floor.Lorenzo shifted but didn't wake.Krian moved to the door. Silent.Quick.Hand on the handle—"Leaving without saying goodbye?"Lorenzo's voice. Rough from sleep.Kyrian didn't turn around. "I thought you were asleep.""I was. Until you tried to escape.""I'm not escaping—""You're absolutely escaping." The bed creaked. "Look at me."Kyrian didn't move."Kyrian."Something in his tone made Kyrian turn.Lorenzo sat on the edge of the bed. Sheet around

Kyrian woke up and needed to pee badly, He stumbled out of bed. His head felt like it had been split open . His mouth tasted like something died in it. The bathroom was too bright. He squinted at himself in the mirror while he washed his hands. He looked like hell. His hair was sticking up everywhere. There were dark circles under his eyes. His lips were swollen and red. And there. Right there on his neck. The bite mark. Dark purple. Impossible to miss. Kyrian touched it. Winced. It was tender. Memories hit him like a train. The gala. The champagne. The man who touched him. Lorenzo's eyes going black. The car ride. The elevator. The bed. The— "Oh god," Kyrian whispered. He'd had sex with Lorenzo again. No. Not sex. They'd fucked like animals. Kyrian had begged for it. He'd scratched Lorenzo's back bloody. He'd screamed Lorenzo's name. His face went hot. He wanted to drown himself in the toilet. What the hell was wrong with him? Kyrian turned on the shower. Made it as hot a

Kyrian hung up the phone.His hands were still shaking. His face wet from crying. Lorenzo was awake. He looked down at himself. Lorenzo's bed. Lorenzo's diary still clutched in his hands. His eyes must be red. He couldn't go to the hospital like this.Kyrian stood up. Put the diary back on the nightstand exactly where he'd found it. The photograph of Lara and little Lorenzo stared up at him. I'll keep him safe," Kyrian whispered to the photo. "I promise. He didn't know why he said it. Didn't know who he was making the promise to.But it felt important. The shower was scalding hot. Kyrian stood under the spray and scrubbed his face raw. Trying to erase the evidence of his breakdown He couldn't show up looking destroyed. Couldn't let Lorenzo see how much the diary had wrecked him.Couldn't let anyone see. He washed his hair. Twice. Let the water beat down on his shoulders until his skin turned pink. When he finally got out, the mirror was fogged up completely. Good. He didn't want