All Chapters of The Bride He Refused to Lose : Chapter 191 - Chapter 195

Lorrie couldn't breathe.The air in the subterranean vault felt like ice water in her lungs. She stared down at her newborn son, her arms trembling as she held him flush against her chest. His eyes were not the warm, chocolate brown she had prayed he would inherit from Lorenzo, nor were they the sparkling silver of her mother’s divine bloodline.They were black. Pure, hollow, pitch-black voids that swallowed the light around them.And the voice that had just emerged from his tiny, delicate lips was not the cry of an innocent infant. It was deep, metallic, and heavy with thousands of years of ancient hatred.«"Father... I finally found you."»Lorenzo stood frozen beside her, his blood-stained shirt clinging to his chest. Every muscle in his broad frame was locked tight, his face drained of all color."Lorrie..." he rasped, his voice barely audible over the roaring wind outside. "Step back."Lorrie instinctively tightened her arms around the swaddled bundle, taking a defensive step back

"No."The word fell from Lorrie’s lips like a drop of ice into a quiet room. She stood rooted to the damp, mossy ground of the ancient forest, her knuckles white as she squeezed her newborn baby against her chest.She stared at her mother, whose pale face remained terrifyingly calm amidst the rising fog. Then she looked at Lorenzo. His towering, blood-soaked frame was completely still, his dark eyes wide with an emotion Lorrie had rarely seen in him: pure, agonizing vulnerability."The baby's father is Lorenzo," Lorrie repeated, her voice trembling, though she tried desperately to force iron into her tone. "He is a Dimitri. He carries Lorenzo’s mark!"Her mother shook her head slowly, a sad, almost pitying smile gracing her lips. "You believe that because your heart demands it, Lorrie. You believe it because you were written into this tragedy to be his anchor."Lorenzo stepped forward, the heavy boots of his tactical uniform crunching over dead pine needles. His jaw was clenched so ha

The dead warriors rose as one.A collective, sickening groan tore through the forest floor as hundreds of ancient bodies forced their way out from the black, waterlogged earth. Their moss-draped armor was coated in centuries of compacted soil, their rusted broadswords dripping with dark mud, and within the hollow sockets of their skulls burned a faint, unnatural silver light.Lorrie stood frozen on the vibrating moss, her arms locked tightly around her newborn son. Across the narrow clearing stood Lorenzo—or the nightmare that had hollowed out her husband's body. His eyes were endless abysses of pure pitch-black, stripped of all human warmth. His tall, broad-shouldered frame was still the man she adored, the face that had filled her dreams across lifetimes, but the presence staring out through his eyes was ancient, monstrous, and utterly devoid of mercy.Lucius raised his sidearm, the silver barrel trembling slightly as he lined up a shot toward his twin brother. "Put the baby down, L