Todos los capítulos de Fated In Fang And Fur : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Dawn had barely bled across the sky when Ronan’s forces slammed into the vampire lines like a hammer made of teeth and fury. The western border was a mess of muddy fields and shattered tree lines, the ground already slick with blood. He rode at the head in wolf form for the first charge, a massive black beast with silver scars cutting through his fur, roaring loud enough to shake the leaves from the dying oaks. Behind him, hundreds of werewolves howled in answer, some shifted, some still on horseback with axes and silver edged blades ready.The vampires had come in strength. Too much strength for a simple raid. Ronan’s blood boiled at the thought. Elias Nightshade was here. The bastard never showed his face unless he meant to carve something permanent into Ronan’s territory.The clash was immediate and ugly. Fangs met claws. Spells of blood and shadow ripped through the air alongside the wet sounds of bodies being torn open. Ronan barreled straight through a knot of undead soldiers, j

Ronan tossed in the massive bed, sheets tangled around his hips like chains. Sleep had finally dragged him under after hours of pacing and snarling at shadows, but it brought no peace. In the dream he was back in the mud of the battlefield, only this time there was no war around them. Just the two of them.Elias was underneath him again, but the vampire’s eyes weren’t full of hate. They burned with the same raw hunger Ronan felt twisting in his own gut. Pale hands gripped Ronan’s shoulders, claws digging in just enough to sting. Ronan growled low and ground his hips down, cock sliding hard and hot against Elias’s thigh. The vampire arched up to meet him, mouth open in a silent snarl that turned into a moan when Ronan bit down on the side of his neck. Not enough to kill. Just enough to claim. Blood, hot and sweet, flooded his tongue while Elias’s hand fisted in his hair and pulled him closer.“Fuck you,” Elias hissed in the dream, but his legs spread wider, letting Ronan settle between

Ronan was still pacing his chambers like a caged animal when the knock came. Hard. Urgent. He’d barely slept since sending Lira away the night before, the bond still buzzing under his skin like a live wire he couldn’t cut. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Elias’s face, felt that unwanted heat from the dream, and it pissed him off all over again.“Enter,” he barked.Captain Garrick stepped inside, armor still dusty from the border, face serious. “My king. Emergency summons from the elders. They’re waiting in the Grand Court. Said it couldn’t wait.”Ronan rubbed a hand over his face, the stubble there rough under his palm. “What the hell do they want now? Another lecture about producing an heir?”Garrick shrugged, but his eyes were careful. “They didn’t say. Just that every alpha on the council is already there. Looks important.”“Fine.” Ronan grabbed his heavy cloak and threw it over his shoulders. The last thing he needed was more politics on top of everything else tearing at him.

The day of the Grand Celestial Ball finally arrived, and the Celestial Spire looked like something pulled straight out of old legends. Towering crystal pillars reached up toward the night sky, glowing soft and silver under the full moon. Magic hung thick in the air, old, neutral magic that made your skin prickle if you paid too much attention. No weapons allowed. No settling scores. Everyone played nice for one night, or the old gods supposedly cursed you for it. Ronan had never been sure how much of that was real, but nobody wanted to test it.He rode up with a small group of his strongest betas and Garrick at his side. Lira sat beside him in the carriage, dressed in a deep green gown that hugged her curves. She looked good. She always did. He’d brought her as his date mostly to keep up appearances and maybe, if he was honest with himself, to piss off a certain vampire if the opportunity came up. The bond had been restless all day, like it knew what was coming.Servants in neutral gr

The Grand Celestial Ball was winding down when the storm hit. It came out of nowhere, thick black clouds rolling in fast, thunder cracking loud enough to shake the crystal pillars. Rain started pouring down in sheets, the kind of downpour that turned paths into rivers and made travel impossible. Everyone knew what that meant. These storms around the Spire could last for hours, sometimes all night. The organizers didn’t waste time. Servants moved quickly, guiding guests to the connected guest wing in the building beside the main hall. It was massive, with enough luxurious rooms for every leader and their entourages. Ronan got one of the bigger suites on the upper floor. Heavy wooden doors, a massive bed draped in deep red fabrics, a fireplace already roaring. Lira followed him inside, shaking rain from her hair. She’d been quiet since the garden, but she knew better than to ask too many questions. He poured them both drinks while the storm raged outside, lightning flashing through the