All Chapters of Caught In Between Lust And Desires Book 2: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

🖱️ Victor 🖱️Before I understood what was happening, I could feel the fire at the tips of my fingers building, steady and relentless, growing hotter with every passing second no matter how hard I tried to will it back down."Victor?" Jayden's voice, still close, still steady despite everything.Then, all at once, I felt something else and feels impossible, tearing loose from somewhere deep between my shoulder blades, pressure building fast and violent until I gasped, my back arching involuntarily."Oh my God, Victor—" Jayden's voice cracked, shock and horror flooding his expression all at once. "This is insane.""What?" I demanded, my own voice sounding strange, layered, wrong in a way I couldn't fully place. "What happened, Jay? Why are you looking at me like that? What's going on?""You're growing wings," he said, backing away a step despite himself, eyes wide. "Scales. All over your body.""Wait, what—"I looked down at my own arms and felt the world tilt sideways.Scales, dark a

🖱️ Sammy 🖱️"WATER! I need water, now, and get the fire brigade up here immediately!"My voice tore raw out of my throat as I half-dragged, half-carried both Jayden and Victor toward the door, smoke thick enough now that I could barely see three feet in front of my own face, the heat pressing against my skin like a physical weight.Palace staff were already flooding into the hallway behind us, buckets appearing from somewhere, someone shouting for the enchanted extinguishing wards kept in the eastern supply room, another voice screaming for Halsted, for Corrin, for anyone with healing magic strong enough to handle burns."Move," I barked at the nearest guard, shoving past him with Jayden's weight braced heavily against my good leg, Victor stumbling along on my other side, still shaking, still human, still miraculously breathing despite everything that had just happened. "Get them clear. Now."Jane appeared at my side the moment we cleared the doorway, her face pale, already directin

🖱️ Jayden 🖱️Okay. Victor is a lot. I have to admit that, because this entire situation keeps getting more insane by the hour… first he turned into an actual dragon, and now he'd just inhaled an entire room's worth of fire, fire that water couldn't even touch, like it was nothing more than ordinary air.I stood there staring at him, ash smudged across his bare chest, smoke still curling faintly from between his lips, and felt my brain simply refuse to process one more impossible thing tonight."Tell me you're alright, baby," Sammy said, appearing at my side, guiding me carefully down onto an overturned bench someone had dragged into the smoldering hallway, his hands checking me over with the same frantic thoroughness he always used whenever the world tried to fall apart around us."I'm fine," I said automatically, though my voice came out thinner than I wanted it to. "Smoke inhalation, maybe. Nothing serious.""You sure?""I'm sure." I pointed weakly toward Victor, still standing a

🖱️ Jane 🖱️ "I'm tired," I said, dropping onto the edge of the bed without preamble, not bothering to soften the exhaustion currently bleeding into every word. "River, I am so tired of this. It's one Victor problem after another. The strangling, the potion, the crash, losing Jayden's pregnancy, now a dragon, now some ancient guardian entity gone missing inside him… I genuinely don't know how much more of this any of us can survive." River sat up slowly, studying my face with careful attention. "You've been carrying a lot." "We've all been carrying a lot." I pressed both hands against my face, letting the exhaustion finally have its moment instead of forcing it back down the way I'd been doing for days. "I love Jayden. I would burn this entire kingdom down for him without hesitation. But River, I think he should reject Victor. I think he should let him go, baggage and all, before whatever's happening to that man ends up costing Jayden something he can't survive losing next time." T

🖱️ Victor 🖱️After River left, I sat alone with the dying fire for a long while, turning his words over in my mind, trying to let them settle into something I actually believed instead of something I simply wanted to.‘Your survival didn't create that vulnerability. It's the only thing that's given any of you a fighting chance.’I wanted to believe him. Some small, stubborn part of me almost did. But wanting to believe something and actually trusting it were two very different exercises, and exhaustion had worn most of my capacity for the second one down to almost nothing.I closed my eyes and reached inward instead, the way I'd learned to over the last few weeks, searching for the familiar, steady presence that had argued with me, mocked me, and occasionally saved my life since the moment my memories first crashed back into me.Nothing but achingly absent, the way an amputated limb might still ache even though there was nothing left there to actually hurt."Stan," I whispered into