Todos os capítulos de Wolf's Passion Addiction: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"Smile, Sora. The camera hates an Alpha’s fiancé who looks like a prisoner of war." Vardan whispered directly into Sora’s ear. His burning fingers adjusted the knot of the silk scarf wrapped around Sora’s neck. The fabric felt sweltering, suffocating, and abrasive as it rubbed against the reddish-purple bite mark still throbbing beneath the skin. Sora stared at his reflection in the dressing room mirror. He was encased in a stiff white suit. It was a stark contrast to the black bloodstains he had just scrubbed from beneath his fingernails at the studio. Sora glared at the reflection of Vardan standing tall behind him. The man looked flawless in his expensive black suit. There were no traces of scuffs or exhaustion after the brutal transformation of the previous night. Only a radiating, powerful dominance remained. Vardan was a predator who had washed his claws just before appearing on camera. "You’re destroying my life more effectively than any silver bullet," Sora hissed. His j

"You’re awake." Vardan’s heavy voice greeted Sora the moment he opened his eyes. This king-sized bed felt too soft and foreign. The sterile scent of disinfectant pierced his nose, mixed with the heavy, masculine aroma of agarwood. Late afternoon sunlight cut through the room vertically, illuminating Vardan standing by the door. His black shirt was unbuttoned, revealing rigid chest muscles and scars that hadn't yet fully faded. Sora felt a massive throb in his head, the remnants of last night’s blue substance leaving a lingering bitter taste at the back of his tongue. "Take me back to my own apartment, Vardan. I’m not safe under your watch," Sora hissed. He tried to rise, but his muscles felt like jelly, failing to support his own weight. Vardan didn't move. His eyes had returned to a deep, unreadable dark brown. He stepped forward, dropping a digital tablet onto the mattress with a dull thud right in front of Sora’s hand.

The bunker’s steel door swung open with the shriek of hinges groaning under external force. Vardan lunged forward with lightning speed, only to freeze at the threshold as he laid eyes on the tall figure standing composed in the light. The man wore the rigid, tailored tactical uniform of the Corvin elite, complete with a wolf insignia crossed by shimmering silver bullets on his shoulder. The scent of metal, snow, and gunpowder instantly invaded the stifling bunker, driving out the stench of rust that had previously dominated the air. "Aidan?" Sora’s voice snagged in his throat, little more than a whisper lost in the roar of the wind. His lungs seemed to seize. His older brother—reported dead in a harbor accident three years ago—stood directly in front of him. Aidan looked more alive, more solid, and far more lethal than any memory Sora held. The warmth he once remembered had been replaced by a cold, emotionless stone carving. "Vardan Kaldreon does not ow

"Drink, or you die." Vardan pressed his forcibly torn wrist against Sora’s deathly pale lips. The thick, hot, metallic-smelling crimson fluid immediately flooded Sora’s mouth. The heavy iron taste and the sticky texture of the blood triggered violent nausea at the back of his throat. They were trapped inside an ancient stone building hidden in the heart of a frozen pine forest. Outside, the night wind battered the stone walls roughly, carrying the scent of damp earth and the snow ready to fall and bury their tracks. "Your blood is rejecting your own humanity, Sora. Stop fighting it before your heart explodes in your chest from the pressure of that silver frequency," Vardan growled. He continued to press the wound to Sora’s mouth, forcing the pure shifter fluid into a nervous system beginning to paralyze from the Corvin tech assault back at the lab. Sora tried to turn his face toward the dusty, cold stone floor. Hallucinations began to

"Fire! Do not destroy the subject before the core sample is secured!"Aidan’s voice thundered over the deafening roar of the helicopter rotors. Sora no longer recognized the man as his brother. He only saw a target. Sora lunged. His movement bypassed biological speed limits. His silver claws extended, shredding Corvin tactical armor with a screeching metallic friction that set the teeth on edge. The stench of scorched flesh and ozone seized the air as a silver electric net slammed into his body. Sora ripped the net apart with his bare hands. Thousands of volts charred his silver fur to ash, yet he kept driving forward with eyes glowing a pure silver.Vardan tried to approach from the left. Sora met him with a claw swipe that tore the Alpha’s shoulder open, exposing raw meat. Sora did not care for blood bonds or claims. To him, everything moving in this stone room was prey to be decimated. A searing heat burned in his chest as if boiling lead sat in his heart. The blue serum