The Dangers In My Heart Chapter 157 Novels & Stories

he said quietly. "The part of me that wonders whether the women who get close enough to matter to me are simply statistically unlucky, or whether I am, in some way I've never fully let myself examine, the actual danger in the room." Zariel pushed herself up onto one elbow, close enough now that she could see every line of exhaustion carved into his face, and reached up to press her palm flat against his chest, over the steady, undeniable beat of his heart. "You are not the danger," she said, each word deliberate, unhurried, the same tone she'd have used to talk a client back from the edge of a decision they'd regret.

By the time the sun began to rise, I was lying on the sand, completely covered in cum, smiling dreamily as Damien stroked my hair. But in the back of my mind, Elias’s words kept repeating. The real danger is coming. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run… …or sink even deeper.

Will her heart ever heal, or will it be consumed by the fire of revenge? **Click on the next chapter for this rollercoaster ride!**

he shoves his hips against mine, his cock almost painfully hard against my sensitive center. He is not listening to me at all. It's like I'm uttering gibberish words when it comes to him. The risk he takes in coming up here is enough to send me into having a heart attack. “We shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be here at all,” I remind him, aware of the left hand of my night dress slipping off my shoulder. His eyes follow the movement, and something much more dangerous replaces the crazed look in his eyes. Hunger.

“I can’t help it. Not when you’re here… not when you’re in danger.” The moment shattered like glass. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, feeling the life within me stirring as if it knew something had shifted between us. Panic clawed at me, sharp and urgent. “I have to go,” I whispered, breaking the contact. “I… I need to get to the chamber. Safe. Now.” Damon’s hand lingered on mine, hesitation in his eyes. “Be careful,” he warned. “Don’t take risks. Not for anyone.”

“What am I going to do…” My heart whispered an answer before my mind could shut it down. You’re going to fall deeper. I rolled to my side, pulling a blanket over myself even though the room wasn’t cold. My chest thumped painfully, but not from fear. It was something else. Something warmer. Unwelcome. Unpredictable. And very, very dangerous. Especially with a man like Damon. Especially when my body still remembered the night I tried so hard to forget. I exhaled shakily and finally let my eyes drift shut.

The air stank of burning herbs, iron, and death. Finally, just as the corridor widened, a sharp pain stabbed straight into my chest. It wasn't mine. Hers. I staggered, my breath ripped from my lungs. My heart twisted, a bond-scream that almost dropped me to my knees. “Dante!” Kieran grabbed me, steadying me. His face was pale, eyes searching mine. “What is it?” “She’s…” My throat locked. I gasped, clutching my chest. “Lessie. She’s in danger, I can’t feel her wolf anymore.”

Too quiet. My heart thudded loud in my ears, and the words he’d left hanging between us still pulsed like a bruise: You’re my mate… my unwanted mate. I pressed the heel of my trembling hand to my forehead. I didn’t have time to fall apart. Not now. Not with Chris in danger. Not with Mace’s mother on the loose. Not with whatever was inside me waking up, shifting, changing. My breath snagged, panic tightening my ribcage.

My stiff posture said I was losing control. And my heart? Well, my heart was betraying me loudly. She was reckless. She was dangerous. She was fire wrapped in sweetness. And I already knew— This was only the beginning. And I was completely, absolutely doomed.

Dangerously low. But the words were clear as day. My heart thumped loudly in my chest. My breath erratic as I watched. Note: If you are done with this chapter, don't forget to drop a comment, gems, gifts. Tell me you love my book, it means a lot to me and it makes me update fast on days I lose motivation. Thank you.