INICIAR SESIÓNGwen’s face fell. Her expression was a mix of anger and disgust. She closed the space between them quickly, and Damien didn’t even try to avoid her hit. The slap landed across his face. He barely even registered it. Fine, if this was her own way of venting her anger, he would let her have it. After
Alaric was taking his bloody time to get here. Damien had suspected that his brother wouldn’t make things easy for them. He was an incredibly selfish individual, and he only did things when they benefited him. So, for the next few days, Damien tried to get to the very bottom of his nephew’s problem.
Kerry bristled at that. She hated that Asher, of all people, knew about the abuse—and the fact that he kept bringing it up was just fucking low. But inwardly, she felt more shame than anger. Shame that she couldn’t bring herself to hate Silas despite that. And Asher was very much aware of this. “Y
Kerry didn’t know how to feel about having her husband’s heart pierced with some cursed wood. She stared at his unmoving figure on the bed. Unconscious, not dead. Somehow, she didn’t like the sight of Silas like that—not one bit. Despite the fact that she should hate him for the things he had been d
The call must have been unexpected. Or perhaps not. Knowing his brother, Alaric must gave already known about every single thing that was happening, he was just waiting for the right opportunity to be involved. For a moment, he contemplated if reaching out to his brother was worth it. What could
“What do you want?” Asher glanced behind the other vampire momentarily. He didn’t react despite the worry that crept through him. The smell of blood was alarming. “There is something off with you.” Silas laughed. “Oh? Why don’t you tell me?” “It started from the second we walked into this house.
But now? Now I felt like a fool. Heartbroken, helpless, and angrier than I’d ever been, I wiped at my tears and kept walking. Screw them. Screw all of this. --- --- I avoided everyone the next day. When I got home from Elthon Hill, I locked myself in my room and cried myself to sleep. Silas wa
“You’re both my babies, but I’ll come up with something else soon enough.” I shrugged. I wasn’t really against any term of endearment Silas might use. He could call me anything, honestly. That’s right—I might be turning into a complete simp for him. How could I not? He was perfect. With one last l
"Silas! Open up," I yelled, banging hard on my stepbrother's door. I could hear him curse, probably mad at being interrupted in the middle of... well, that! But at the moment, I didn’t give a damn what he thought of me. Usually, I would choose to ignore something like this—I didn’t like to get invol
He ran his tongue across my folds, and a guttural moan tore from my throat. I froze, cheeks burning, knowing he’d heard it. I opened my eyes slightly, catching the amused glint in his. But before I could feel embarrassed for too long, Silas returned to his task, dragging his tongue past my folds, te







