Semua Bab Wolf's Passion Addiction: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"Let them die downstairs. You stay here, a prisoner for a hungry wolf." Sora slammed both palms against Vardan’s solid chest. The man’s muscles were as hard as steel. "Let me go, you bastard!" Vardan’s grip on Sora’s waist only tightened, his nails nearly piercing the skin. Below, another volley of gunfire erupted. Gruff shouts and the sound of shattering glass drowned out the jazz music from before. Vardan’s eyes darkened, his pupils narrowing until only a bloodthirsty yellow predator’s ring remained. He didn't care about the chaos outside the door. His focus was singular, his enemy’s son now trembling under his power. "You think I give a damn about those lives?" Vardan smirked. He jerked Sora away from the door. "They can slaughter each other until there is nothing left. All that matters is that you are here, under my control." Sora tried to plant his feet, his boots squeaking against the slick wooden floor. It was useless. The shifter’s strength was inhuman. Sora’s back slammed

Sora clawed at the cold, mossy stone walls. His palms were hit with violent tremors. The secret passage felt like it was narrowing, crushing his lungs with every step he took. The stench of stale wine and damp earth began to bury the pine scent of Vardan’s blazer wrapped around his body. At the end of the path, a small, rotting wooden door stood slightly ajar, letting moonlight slice through the dark like a vertical blade."Fuck, I need to get out now," Sora hissed. He shoved the door with every ounce of strength he had left.The rusted iron hinges let out a long groan in the dead silence of the night. Sora fell face-first onto the concrete floor of an old warehouse in the arts district. He scrambled up immediately, pulling Vardan’s oversized black blazer tight to hide his ruined white shirt. His breath was still ragged. Every time he moved, the bite mark on his neck throbbed with heat, sending painful electric signals straight to his nerves.Sora stumbled toward an old sink in the co

The clatter of a dropped chisel hitting the concrete floor shattered the studio’s silence. Every eye locked onto the man standing in the center of the room. Vardan Kaldreon looked like a black monolith among the lifeless marble statues. Sora froze. His lungs constricted. The sharp scent of pine forest and raw, wild musk invaded his senses, burying the smell of stone dust around him. It was the same scent left burned into his neck."You," Sora managed to mutter. The word broke in his throat.Vardan didn't answer. His steel-yellow eyes swept over Sora’s body from head to toe. Cold. Analytical. As if he were inspecting a defective piece of merchandise he had just purchased. That gaze made Sora feel naked and small beneath the man’s shadow."Get out." Vardan’s voice was a low vibration.It wasn't loud, but it carried a weight of authority that turned the air heavy. The students and models in the room didn't ask twice. They grabbed their bags and scrambled out as if their lives depended on

"Run through the balcony. Don't look back, Sora."Vardan snapped his belt shut with a sharp metallic click. The mahogany door in front of them shuddered violently under the strike of a sledgehammer. Sora remained frozen on the table. His hands were stiff as he hauled his wool trousers up. The lingering scent of sweat and their coupling still hung in the air, now distorted by the acrid stench of gunpowder seeping in."You trapped my father, you bastard!" Sora shouted. He snatched Vardan’s black blazer, wrapping it around his shivering frame.Vardan didn't speak. He grabbed Sora’s shoulder, shoving him roughly toward the glass balcony door overlooking the back alley. "The Corvin clan is below. If they catch you, your head will be delivered to your father’s dinner table. Get to the north pier. Now."Sora vaulted over the frozen wrought-iron railing. His feet hit a pile of trash bags with a dull thud. He didn't wait for an answer. Sora sprinted through the darkness of Lunastre’s stone all

"Don't die here and make yourself my problem, Vardan."Sora growled. He dragged Vardan’s heavy frame into a small studio above a dead, ancient flower shop. The rotting floorboards shrieked under their combined weight. The stench of dust, plant pesticides, and decaying wood filled the stifling air. Sora slammed Vardan down onto a torn leather sofa. Dust kicked up under the glow of streetlights bleeding through the window cracks.Vardan let out a low groan. His burning hand clamped onto Sora’s arm with whatever strength remained. "Why didn't you leave me in the alley? The scent of your cowardice still reeks in here."Sora didn't answer. He snatched his canvas bag. He pulled out a thin, sharp metal palette knife. He used his teeth to rip open a half-empty bottle of brush-cleaning alcohol. There were no medical supplies. He had to dig out that silver shard now before the poison shredded the Alpha’s heart."Shut up if you still want to breathe," Sora commanded. He doused the gaping wound o