Lahat ng Kabanata ng Choices And Desires- 5 Age-Gap MM Forbidden Romances: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Ifu didn't turn around immediately, but his broad shoulders dropped an inch, his chest expanding as he took in my scent, filling his lungs with the soothing, sweet aroma of his fated mate. “The crystal nearly burned a hole through my tunic during the final council blessing, Ebu.”“Then you know what we found.”“I know what you sent,” he rumbled, finally turning to face me. His golden eyes were dark, heavy with the lingering adrenaline of his confrontation with Dominik Volkov, but the moment his gaze locked onto mine, the predatory tension in his posture melted into something raw and ravenous. “Come here.”I didn't hesitate. I crossed the stone floor in three long strides, my boots soundless against the heavy furs, stopping only when my chest was inches from his heat. The sheer gravitational pull of his alpha aura was suffocating, wrapping around my senses like a physical weight, demanding total surrender from my inner wolf.“The northern elders are bleeding us from the inside, Ifu,” I

“Where the hell is he?”My claws dug into the leather of my steering wheel, the dark leather tearing under the sudden pressure of my shift. I stared at the blank screen of my phone resting on the console of the SUV.“He’s not answering, Alpha,” Ifu muttered from the passenger seat, his eyes locked on the heavily tinted window as we idled outside the towering glass and steel structure of the Okoye Moon Dominion Tower. The scent of ozone and impending rain hung heavy over the Shadowclaw District. “Ebu was supposed to report back from the Lunar Grace Healing Center an hour ago. You know how he gets when he’s tracking a rogue scent profile. He loses track of time.”“He doesn’t lose track of me,” I snarled, my chest heaving as the thick, dominant pulse of my Lycan blood surged through my veins. The bond in my chest felt stretched, a thin, vibrating wire of absolute panic. “He knows the northern packs are encroaching on Blackthorn City. He wouldn’t just go dark.”“Maybe his phone died durin

“You think you can just keep me caged here like some wild beast, Rowan?”I squeezed my eyes shut, my chest heaving as the thick, heavy scent of premium pine and lethal silver-nitrate drifted into the small vault. The vibrations of a subterranean engine rumbled through the ancient stone floor, vibrating straight through the wood of the broken chair beneath me.“Quiet down, Ebu,” Detective Rowan Black barked from somewhere beyond the thick copper-plated barrier, his voice sounding thin, strained, and entirely stripped of its usual smooth authority. “The transport from the Darkwater Freight Dominion is already idling at the surface. If you don’t want to be dragged up there in chains, you’ll stay exactly where you are.”I gritted my teeth, ignoring the stinging heat of the silver-infused ropes cutting deeper into my raw wrists as I strained toward the dirty window. Outside, through the narrow slit near the ceiling, the glaring beams of heavy transport vehicles cut through the thick twilig

"Get down on the floor!" Ifu’s voice roars over the shattering glass above us, the dominant Alpha frequency rattling the concrete beneath my knees.I slam my body flat against the stone, the silver-coated restraints cutting deeply into my wrists as the entire ceiling of the warehouse collapses in a shower of crystalline shards and blinding white lunar flares."Ebu! Stay low!" Lucien shouts, his massive frame shifting into a partial lupine form as he drops from the overhead iron walkway, his claws tearing through two rival sentries before they can even raise their weapons."Clear the southern wall!" Draven Volkov barks, his golden eyes glowing through the thick, rolling smoke as he unleashes a barrage of feral slashes, cutting down the Northern Dominion enforcers who try to advance on my position. "They are trying to box the Omega in!""Not on my watch," Zane growls, his jaws snapping shut on an attacker's throat, spraying dark crimson across the floorboards near my head.I scramble ba

“Come to gloat, Ebu?” Santiago Moreau snarled, the guttural sound scraping from his throat as the heavy iron door clanged shut behind us.The interrogation cavern smelled heavily of silver-nitrate bleach and sour wolf-musk, an artificial chemical barrier sprayed over the stone to neutralize our senses and wash away the raw scent of terror clinging to the damp walls. Santiago sat heavily before us, his thick wrists bound tight to a solid moon-iron ring bolted directly into the center of the slate table, his muscular ankles securely shackled to the stone floor. His broad shoulders were forced back with an unnatural rigidity, desperately trying to project a dominant posture even though his grey Omega detention tunic sagged loosely across his chest. His long dark hair, which he used to flaunt with pure aristocratic vanity when he ran the rival borders, now hung damp and tangled over his forehead, curling wildly around his ears. He looked like a proud Alpha who was learning, hour by agoniz