Todos os capítulos de Ashes Of Desire: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The scent of ash and burnt cedar still clung to Maya’s skin, a lingering shadow of the pack house that had burned to the ground three years ago.She stood before the full-length mirror in the dimly lit dressing room, smoothing down the silver silk of her floor-length gown. The fabric was breathtaking, soft as water and shimmering under the warm vanity lights, but to Maya, it felt like a gilded cage. Every thread was paid for by the Bloodmoon Pack—the very pack that had systematically torn her family’s legacy to pieces.A light knock echoed through the door before it swung open. Her mother’s former handmaid, Clara, stepped inside, her hands trembling as she held a velvet box."They're waiting downstairs, Maya," Clara whispered, her eyes red-rimmed. "Alpha Julian has just arrived. The ceremony starts in ten minutes."Maya didn't flinch. She kept her gaze fixed on her reflection, watching the mask of serene composure slide perfectly into place over her face. "Let him wait. He’s waited th

The East Wing of the Bloodmoon Estate felt less like a sanctuary and more like a high-end containment unit.Maya stood in the center of the vast bedroom, her eyes scanning the sleek, modern furnishings. The suite was breathtaking—draped in deep charcoal linens, white marble accents, and floor-to-ceiling glass that overlooked the endless black stretch of the northern forest. But to Maya, every luxurious detail was just another layer of gold painted onto a cage.She stood frozen near the edge of the plush rug, listening intently to the muffled sound of heavy combat boots fading down the long outer corridor. One, two, three guards on the night shift. Once their synchronized footsteps vanished into the heavy silence of the estate, she finally moved.She shed the heavy silver silk wedding gown, letting it pool around her feet like discarded armor. Reaching into the hidden bottom compartment of her leather trunk, she pulled out dark, fitted leggings and a high-necked black knit sweater. She

Maya didn't flinch. She kept her palm closed around the tiny note, forcing her pulse to slow as Julian’s hand rested heavily against the side of her neck. His skin was warm, radiating that intense, magnetic Alpha energy that threatened to disrupt her focus."I’m not hiding anything, Julian," Maya said softly, tilting her head slightly into his touch—a calculated move of artificial submission that made his golden eyes darken. "It’s just overwhelming. The noise, the stares... Elder Torin's words."Julian’s thumb stroked the line of her jaw, his gaze dropping to her mouth before searching her eyes. For a second, the cold, dangerous Alpha softened, replaced by something far more complex and dangerous: genuine curiosity."Torin is a relic of a dying era," Julian murmured, his voice dropping so low only she could hear over the swelling violin music across the hall. "He thinks strength is measured in bodies and burned land. He forgets who actually commands this pack.""And who commands it?"

The sub-level corridor beneath the Bloodmoon Estate was carved directly into the mountain's bedrock. The air was crisp, smelling faintly of ozone, damp stone, and old parchment. Overhead, strip lights hummed with a low, modern vibration, casting stark white beams across the stainless-steel doors lining the hall. Maya walked half a step behind Julian, her eyes scanning every security camera and biometric scanner they passed. "You're quiet," Julian noted without looking back. He wore a simple dark shirt and trousers, the keycard held securely in his right hand. "I'm observing," Maya replied smoothly. "You brought me to the place you strictly forbade me from visiting twelve hours ago. I'm waiting to see where the trap is." Julian stopped in front of a heavy reinforced steel door marked VAULT 3: HISTORICAL & TERRITORIAL RECORDS. He turned slowly, his golden eyes fixing on her face with quiet intensity. "There is no trap, Maya," he said softly. "You wanted answers about the eastern fi

The heavy oak door of Maya's suite clicked shut behind her, sealing her off from the glaring fluorescent lights and heavy boots of the security detail. She leaned back against the wood, letting out a long, shuddering breath that she had been holding since the alarms blared in the vault. Her fingers were still tingling from the residual heat of Julian’s touch. The man was a walking contradiction—a ruthless Alpha who commanded fear, yet possessed the sharp intellect to realize his own signature had been forged. If Torin forged that execution order, Maya thought, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window to stare out into the black expanse of the northern forest, then the entire war three years ago was built on a lie. A faint rustle of gravel outside her window snapped her out of her thoughts. Maya froze. Her room was on the second floor of the East Wing—a height that no normal human could reach without climbing equipment. Yet, pressed against the exterior glass panel, a dark