All Chapters of The Healer's Bond : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Steve was ready to flare up, his temper rising like a storm barely contained. His muscles tensed, his claws threatening to emerge, but a single warning look from Emma made him swallow the growl building in his throat. He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay in control. Now was not the time to let emotions cloud his judgment. Not when the stakes were so high.The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating, as if the very air in the room had turned to lead. This was a revelation Steve had not been prepared for, a truth that slithered into his mind like a venomous snake."A dragon working with humans to hunt down werewolves," Steve finally said, his voice dangerously quiet. The accusation in his tone was unmistakable, laced with something far deadlier than anger—betrayal.Lady Long, standing with an air of effortless grace, did not flinch. Instead, she offered a slow, measured shake of her head. "You are mistaken, Alpha Steve," she replied, her voice smooth as silk, yet firm

They lay entwined in each other’s arms, as if the universe had conspired to bring them to this moment. The room was still, save for the rhythmic rise and fall of their breaths. The glow of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting a soft silver hue over their entangled bodies. It felt so right—so natural—that Emma almost wished she could forget everything else. Almost.Resting her head on Steve’s broad, sculpted chest, she felt the steady beat of his heart against her cheek. It was comforting. It was dangerous. She knew that this moment, as perfect as it seemed, was fragile—ephemeral. A question lingered on her tongue, one she had asked before, one that had haunted her for years.But did she truly want to ruin this fleeting moment with the past?She exhaled slowly, tightening her grip on the sheet covering her bare skin. The silence between them was not empty—it was thick with unspoken words, unhealed wounds, and truths too heavy to be spoken aloud.“You’re thinking again,” Stev

The night air was thick with tension, the silence stretching between the men like an invisible noose tightening around their throats. The scent of burnt metal and charred earth from the crash site still lingered, mingling with the damp musk of the forest. Steve stood his ground, his piercing gaze locked onto the two men before him. He had already ruined their little secret, and they damn well knew it."I know you’re federal agents," Steve said, his voice as cold as the steel of his motorcycle. "And I don’t give a shit which agency you work for. But make no mistake—you’re the ones trespassing."The older of the two agents, a grizzled man with weary eyes, shifted uncomfortably. His partner, younger and brimming with barely concealed aggression, clenched his fists."We didn’t know—" the older agent began, but Steve cut him off with a sharp scoff."Bullshit. And even if you didn’t, you sure as hell do now." He jerked his head toward the twisted wreckage behind them, where men in hazmat su

The air was thick with tension, a stale mixture of sweat, blood, and decay. The moon cast long shadows on the abandoned road, stretching across the asphalt like spectral fingers. The men standing before Steve Kane and Marcus were barely recognizable as the ruthless werewolves they once were. Now, they were gaunt, their bodies weakened, their eyes hollow from sickness and desperation.Steve took them in—every trembling limb, every quivering breath, every subtle shift of weight as they clung to the last shreds of defiance. He should have felt something. Pity, maybe. A whisper of remorse. But all he felt was cold satisfaction.They were filth. They had always been filth. And he had no regrets about what had been done to them.The leader of the ragged group—if he could even still be called that—stepped forward, his breathing labored, his shoulders sagging under the weight of an invisible burden.“We had a deal,” the man rasped, his voice as b

The Immunologist stared at the two werewolves like for a while, unable to decide if Emma was being serious or joking. At least to Emma, that was what her Human friend looked like. "I knew it!" Sarah screeched happily. "Not the reaction that I was expecting to see," Emma muttered. "I could not put my fingers on it but I just knew that there was some different about you," Sarah said. "And the tests that I did on Steve here always came back weird, everything about his anatomy was just big and...this is so exciting!" The human doctor smiled happily. "So you are not mad?" Emma asked Sarah. "I wanted to be but now here you are bringing me Dragon blood. How is that even possible?" "A female Dragon came for help. She is has been infected," Emma said with a shrug. "Your life is sure e