All Chapters of To Bleed For You: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The heavy, simmering tension inside the dining room had barely begun to settle when the air outside the house violently shifted. Elena’s hand froze against the back of Maya’s neck. Her silver eyes instantly darted toward the darkened window, her pupils dilating as her predatory instincts took over. At the exact same second, Thalia stood up from her chair, her seat scraping loudly against the wooden floor. Her nostrils flared, her heightened Lycan senses catching a foul, copper-like scent cutting through the crisp night air. "Vanguard remnants," Elena murmured, her voice dropping into a lethal, low octave. "Two of them. Lingering near the western tree line." "They smell like rogue scavengers," Thalia added, her jaw tightening as thick fur began to ripple along her forearms and her razor-sharp claws extended. "Low-level, but they're tracking Maya's scent. They think she's unprotected." Julian and Vivienne were currently away checking the perimeter borders three miles ou

The heavy footsteps of Maya fading down the hallway had barely ceased before the quiet submission in the living room vanished. The moment she was out of sight, the submissive drop of their shoulders disappeared, and the sharp, dangerous tension snapped right back into place. Thalia didn't take her hands out of her pockets. She stepped forward, her hazel eyes instantly locking back onto Elena with a fierce, burning intensity that defied the silence Maya had just commanded. "Don't think for a second that her stepping in changes anything, bloodsucker," Thalia said, her voice dropping into a low, quiet hiss that didn't carry down the hall. "You think you won because you're sitting at her dinner table and marking your territory? You left her to rot for months. If you ever screw up like that again—if you leave her for months without a trace like you did before—I swear to you, I will make her forget you completely. I will be the one who heals her, and I will make her fall in love wi

The roar of Thalia’s motorcycle engine was the only sound that tore through the quiet night as she sped away from the house. The wind whipped violently against her helmet, but it did nothing to cool the raging, bitter heat cycling through her veins. When she finally pulled into the gravel driveway of her family’s home near the edge of the woods, she slammed the kickstand down and yanked her helmet off. She didn’t go inside the main house where her brothers were likely still awake. Instead, she marched straight toward the old wooden barn at the back of the property—the designated sanctuary for the pack when the animal instincts became too heavy to contain. Thalia kicked the heavy barn door open, the wood splintering slightly under her sudden, un-repressed Lycan strength. "Woah, easy there, little sister." Her oldest brother, Gideon, was sitting on a stack of hay bales, scraping a pocketknife against a piece of cedar. He looked up, his sharp senses immediately registering

The roaring engine of the motorcycle finally quieted as Thalia pulled into the gravel lot of a vintage, twenty-four-hour diner. Sitting isolated under the sprawling dark sky, its buzzing neon sign cast a hazy pink and blue glow over the wet gravel. Thalia kicked the stand down and pulled off her helmet, her Lycan body heat still radiating a gentle warmth into the cool night air. Behind her, Nadia slid off the seat, her hands trembling slightly as she let go of Thalia’s waist. Neither of them spoke as they walked inside, the small bell above the door chiming softly. They took a booth in the far corner, away from the lone truck driver hovering over a mug of coffee. After the waitress dropped off two mugs of black coffee, the heavy silence settled between them again, thick with the weight of things left unsaid for far too long. "You're a wolf," Nadia stated quietly, breaking the ice as she wrapped her hands around the warm ceramic mug. She looked across the laminate table,

Nadia looked from Thalia’s smug expression up to Vivienne’s rigid, towering frame. The initial panic that had drained her face of color suddenly transformed into a wave of pure, defiant adrenaline. For months, she had shrunk into the background, treating Vivienne like an untouchable, clinical goddess who was entirely out of her league. But seeing the dark, possessive storm swirling in the vampire's eyes gave her a sudden, electric burst of courage. Nadia slowly pulled her hand completely back, crossing her arms and leaning back into the vinyl booth. She looked Vivienne straight in the eye. "Why are you here, Vivienne?" Nadia asked, her voice steady and entirely devoid of her usual hesitation. "Maya and Elena are safe at the house. Julian is tracking the perimeter. There's no tactical mission out here. So why did you follow us to an isolated diner in the middle of the night?" Vivienne’s jaw tightened, a faint, dangerous hum vibrating in her throat as she refused to look at