Semua Bab Choices And Desires- 5 Age-Gap MM Forbidden Romances: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The couch springs dig into my spine as I roll over. Nia is in the kitchen, the low hum of the magical brew-vessel filling the air with the scent of roasted beans. I keep my eyes clamped shut, playing the part of a pup still in a dream state. After last night, she’s going to have a mountain of questions, and my tongue is tied tight by the pack vow."Is the sleeping alpha finally awake?" she calls out from the doorway. It takes every bit of my acting skill not to crack a smile.Ten minutes later, the heavy door thuds shut. Once the coast is clear, I push myself up, raking my fingers through my hair and twisting the locks into a messy knot. My gaze drifts to the floor where my discarded boots and discarded tunic lie in a heap. The memories rush back—the kiss, the way my beast lost all control, the way his alpha aura swallowed me whole.I snatch my crystal device from the table and tap his name into the search feed. Pictures of us from last night are everywhere, captured from every angle

Ivanov drives us toward the Moonveil Citadel, and I would be lying if I said the upcoming night didn't have my beast pacing in agitation. The lift ascends to the sky chamber like a bolt from a crossbow."I need to make a solid impact," I say, a knot of tension tightening in my throat."Wait, are you nervous?" he asks, his gaze piercing.I hesitate, finding it simple to give him the truth. "A bit.""You should be. They are intense, but you handled my brother just fine. And now, Ryker is your biggest champion."I let out a sharp laugh. "He is a total asshole.""Can’t argue that. I know first impressions aren't your strength, but I have faith in you. If I didn't, we wouldn't have made it this far. And Ryker wouldn't be on board."I want to deny it, but then I recall meeting Selene, and my brother-in-arms, Nia, back in the territory. Every one of those meetings was a disaster."Shit. You're right. I’m terrible at the first meeting."He chuckles. "We’ll stay for one hour. If it goes well,

I toss my heavy cloak on the wooden peg near the door. My gaze slides down your frame as you unlace your sleeves, showing those intricate, shifting moon-runes etched into your skin. I am staring, and when you catch me, your lips curve upward in a dangerous, knowing way. I don't look away, even when the air in the den turns heavy. You are the Alpha of intimidation, and I hear the whispers of the pack, even if I don't believe the half of them.I grab the flask, needing another pull."Did I pass your trial?" you ask."Was that a pack-hunt? Because those usually end with a bite." I smirk, meeting your piercing golden eyes."Really?" you murmur, stalking closer. Your fingertips brush up my shoulder, leaving a trail of electricity, before your fingers lace through my tangled hair.I search your gaze. You lean down until your breath—scented with pine and smoke—is against my mouth.My lips part. The hunger is a snare, holding us in the silence, neither of us moving. My eyelids drift shut as d

“And you’re already sharing a lair,” she counters. “You know the old law—first comes the hunt, then comes the bite.”I shake my head. “Don't push it.”“I’m just saying, the pheromones of an Alpha suit you, Lukan.”She knows my instincts better than anyone. We ran in the same youth pack, and she watched me pull apart my soul after my previous relationship ended in blood. She knows exactly when my defenses are crumbling. She thinks I’m falling for Ivanov, and that prospect terrifies me more than a silver blade.I cannot let that happen. It only leads to a broken spirit.I stay silent, neither confirming nor denying the charge, letting her finish her thought while the iron carriage rumbles closer.“The way he looks at you... it’s like he’s ready to challenge the Moon herself to keep you in his sight. You two just... match. The raw power is blinding.”I offer a small, tight smile.“I wish my path had that kind of certainty,” she sighs.“It will,” I tell her, my voice softening. “You’ll fi

LUKAN VALE POV“What kind of strange hunting den is this?” I ask, looking up at the cracked stone wall where a faded wolf emblem hangs crookedly above the heavy oak door.“We have arrived,” Ivanov says, his deep voice carrying a low, rumbling vibration as a dark smirk spreads across his face.“Good, because my inner wolf is practically clawing through my ribs for meat,” I admit, stepping over a patch of frozen moss toward the entrance.The second I get close, his massive arm reaches past me to push the heavy door open, his towering frame brushing against my back as he follows me into the warmth.Inside, the space is incredibly tight, containing only five small wooden tables carved from rough pine. A handwritten hide menu is pinned to the wall with small bone daggers, displaying just three different fresh kills available for the night’s feast.A rusty iron fan sits on the counter, its blades whirring loudly as it blows a draft over a pile of dried pink moss. The scent of roasted meat h