Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan Captain's Off Limit Obsession : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

RomaniI made it halfway to the elevator when the bond detonated through my chest, dropping me to one knee right there in the hallway."Romani!" Keshera's voice cut through the haze, her footsteps rushing toward me.I gripped the edge of the hallway table, my vision blurring, my brother's consciousness crashing into mine with a force I hadn't felt since before his coma began."What's happening?" Keshera asked, kneeling beside me, her hands hovering uncertainly."He's awake," I managed, my voice strained. "Drey. He's actually awake.""That's good, isn't it? That's what you wanted.""It's happening too fast," I said, pressing the heel of my hand against my temple. "The bond's never hit me like this before. Not even when he first got hurt.""Romani, you're shaking.""I know.""Should I call Jason? An ambulance? Anything?""No ambulance," I said, forcing the words out through gritted teeth. "Just give me a second.""You don't look like someone who needs a second. You look like you're abou

RomaniI made it to the hospital and back in two hours, and the second I walked through the penthouse door I knew exactly what was going to happen next."We're locking down," I told Keshera, already heading for the panel beside the entrance."Locking down what, exactly?""Everything. Shuttered windows. Reinforced doors, no contact with the outside until I understand exactly what's occurred.""Romani, you can't lock me in an apartment.""I'm not locking you in," I said punching a code into the panel, the metal shutter's song already sounding above the window one by one. "I'm keeping everyone else out."That's the same damn thing as where I'm standing.""It's not.""It's felt like exactly the same thing to me.""Keshera. After tonight, after the silver, after Dexter breaking into a cabin no one of us ever gave him the coordinates to, I simply won't put you in danger.""You could have just told me the plan instead of locking everything down the second you walked through the door.""There

Keshera"Say you don't want to do this," Romani said, his hand still braced to the wall next to my head, "and I walk away right now.""Romani-""Say it."I didn't say it.He closed the remaining distance between us, his mouth claiming mine, and the sudden wave of terror that gripped me moments before was washed away in the sensation that the fever had been aching for since the night he first touched me.'This doesn't change anything,' I gasped against is mouth, my fingers clutching at his neck.'It won't change anything.''What if we aren't able to solve anything?''I know that.''Then why do I feel this so much?''The bond doesn't care about solutions,' he murmured against my lips, his hands coming to my waist to lift me against the glass of the wall I was pinned between, our bodies pressed against one another, 'the bond only knows this.''That's not excusing it.''It's the truth.''The truth doesn't excuse you for taking advantage of me.''You think I want this?' He rasped, his fore

KesheraI got in between the two of them, and trembled, all over, both burn marks so warm I could hardly concentrate on anything except the sensation of burning through my throat."Stop, both of you," I choked out. "Stop, right now."They didn't take a single step back. I was about to ask what the hell they were so worried about when I realized it was probably the blood still oozing from their wounds that healed long before they should have.I turned to him and said, "Dexter, you mentioned something weeks ago about your wolf going wild the night I bit you? What was that all about?"He paused, looking over at Romani for a moment, and then returned his gaze to me."I was overwhelmed," he confessed. "That first night you kissed me – the second you pressed your lips to me, it was like I lost it. I'd been fighting the compulsion towards you for months and, as soon as your mouth touched mine, I was lost.""Months?" I asked. "Yup. You said that already. What do you mean by that?""My wolf re

KesheraThere I was, next to Romani, standing in front of a fleet of cameras. My collar was buttoned all the way up as if I were part of an elite special forces operation, although the arena's powerful light was burning my eyes. I was clutching my notepad desperately."Drey, how was the intensity level today?" one reporter yelled. "Looked like some pretty intense drills for just a scrimmage," yelled another."One hundred percent," Romani said, blending back into his public manner like he'd been doing it since he was born. "Working hard during practice will translate into being really competitive on the ice.""What about player safety during those drills?""No concerns."I kept staring in front, scribbling my notes that I didn't need, as Dexter skating to the ice was playing in my head all morning."Keshera," someone said right next to me.I whirled to see Debra far closer than I was prepared for, her notebook open, the sharp gleam of that scornful gaze she'd been directing at me a lot