บททั้งหมดของ Fangs Of Love: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Cassiopiea NyxThe journey back to moonstone was nothing but quiet, Hera growled at me all the way back, her anger was slowly seeping into the cracks of my soul, and suddenly I found myself getting angry too.Why did I have to take her in?She let me suffer, didn't she?I should let her suffer.But yet again, another part of me,the inner and dumb part of me spoke up, she was my sister, I couldn't let father do the same to her, what if he vented out all his frustrations on her..."Your kindness would be your own undoing, Human" Hera sighed, receding back into her place, the distant corners of my mind.Xeros pulled me flush into him as the car bumped up and down the road, His arm tightened around my waist, offering a silent wave of comfort. I could sense his unease—his protective instincts were heightened, especially now that Demetria was trailing behind us in a seperate car with Anakin. He didn’t trust her, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if I did either.But I couldn’t just leave her. I c

Xeros RomanovMy impatience was palpable as I sat before the court, listening to the boring and monotonous voices of the elders as they spoke about trade, rogues, and whatnot. None of that seemed to interest me. Instead, all I could think about was the dark-haired beauty nestled in the corners of my heart.Cassie.I physically itched to run back to the room and gather her into my arms, bury my face into her neck, and drown myself in her sweet scent. I wouldn’t mind dying if that was the last thing I ever smelled. If her round and beautiful eyes were the last thing I looked into as I closed my eyes into a state of serenity, that wouldn’t be death anymore, but rather heaven.Since I saw her, claimed her as mine, I had never voluntarily spent more than an hour away from her. Even if I wasn’t with her physically, I could still smell her scent from outside the door, still hear her ruffle with the blanket as she always did when she was nervous.Every moment away from her felt like an eterni

Cassiopeia NyxTime was a very funny thing, it made you think that everything was hopeless and without a cause, but when it suddenly starts to go on, you would be so surprised how things you once thought were impossible could happen right before your eyes.I didn't notice it at first. It was subtle, like the soft glow of the night sky, spreading all over a distant city. A gradual demolition of the walls that I had surrounded myself with. I had spent so many days keeping to myself, hiding in the shadows of the palace, speaking only to Xeros, Anakin, and the maid who came to bring my food. The rest of the palace was a blur of faces, individuals I barely acknowledged as I passed by them, always in a hurry.But one day, everything seemed to suddenly change.It started with something small—an accidental meeting in the kitchens. I had gone down there, not to socialize, but to calm Hera down, who was hell-bent on killing me for subjecting her to the four corners of our bedroom. I wanted to ge

Xeros RomanovMy blood pounded in my ears, each pulse stronger than the last as I tore through the trees, their towering forms blurring into shadowy figures as I raced past. Only one thought blazed in my mind, louder than the wind rushing through my fur, louder than the sound of my paws tearing into the earth.Cassie.The moment I caught the scent of Moonstone’s territory, Nox howled in triumph inside me, his joy mirroring my own. Five days. Five excruciating, endless days without her. If half a day felt like an eternity, then these past five days had been nothing short of hell. I had gotten used to her, seeing her and reveling in her scent, and now a few days without her felt empty.As the palace gates appeared ahead, shimmering under the moonlight, I pushed harder. My muscles screamed in protest, but I ignored the burn, my focus singular. Nox urged me on, desperate to close the distance. His impatience and mine were intertwined, like fate and destiny.I bounded through the gates wit

Cassiopeia NyxLuna queen?I lay in bed, the blanket wrapped protectively around my frame as I fiddled with the fabric. I wasn't one to draw attention to myself. Instead, I would find ways to remove myself from the human eye, from scrutiny and criticism. Still, this was something I had to do.I inhaled deeply, mustering the courage. “Xeros…” I whispered, barely audible, but I knew he’d hear.The room was pitch black, but I could hear him, almost see him turn around to look at me, the sheets rustling on his side of the bed, the far side of the bed. Away from me.“Yes, angel?” His voice was soft, gentle, as if he feared startling me."I… I think I’m ready to meet the pack." The words tumbled out quickly, as if they were planning to retract back into my throat if I didn't say them quickly.There was a brief silence, one that I could feel in the tension of his body. “Angel… are you sure?” His question was careful, but not doubting, as if he needed to know I truly understood what I was as