All Chapters of His Hunger, My Curse : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The wind howled through the broken window, sending a chill through Lena’s bones as she stood frozen in place. Adrian’s arms wrapped protectively around her, his grip firm, yet she could feel the tremor in his hands. Whatever they had just faced—whatever dark force had clawed its way into their world—it wasn’t over.The shadows in the room still pulsed, shifting like living things, waiting, watching. The presence of Lucien’s claim still lingered, burning in Lena’s chest like an invisible chain tethering her to him. The name had left her lips before she even understood its weight.Lucien.The man with eyes black as the void. The man who had bound her to something far greater than she could comprehend.Adrian’s breath was ragged against her ear. “We need to leave. Now.”She barely had time to react before he scooped her into his arms, his movements swift, desperate. He wasn’t running—he was escaping. And that terrified her more than anything.Adrian never ran.The moment they stepped out

The world around Lena was spinning. The weight of her memories pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She gripped the fabric of Adrian’s shirt, her body trembling in his arms.“I was his,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Adrian’s grip tightened around her, his breath hot against her temple. “You are not his.”But the truth was undeniable now. She had stood in a grand hall, had pledged herself to Lucien, and had belonged to him in ways she didn’t yet understand.The realization made her stomach churn.She pulled back, searching Adrian’s face. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. His golden eyes burned with something raw—something dangerous.“I should have known,” he muttered. “The way he’s drawn to you, the way he claims you.” His fingers curled into fists. “He isn’t just hunting you. He’s reclaiming you.”Lena shook her head. “No. No, I don’t—”The air around them thickened.A cold, suffocating presence slithered into the room. The can

Lena’s world tilted on its axis.Lucien had claimed her before—body, soul, and blood. And if what Adrian said was true, he wasn’t done with her yet.The weight of that realization crushed her, filling her lungs with something cold and heavy.She paced the length of the room, her thoughts colliding like a storm. The vision Adrian had shown her replayed in her head over and over again. The way Lucien had looked at her—like she was his lifeline, his obsession, his undoing—was burned into her memory.It wasn’t just possession. It was devotion.A terrifying, consuming devotion.Adrian stood stiffly near the door, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was watching her, his golden eyes dark with something unreadable.“This changes everything,” she muttered, raking her fingers through her hair. “I was his mate. That means—”“It means he thinks he still owns you,” Adrian said, his voice edged with something dangerous.Lena turned sharply. “But why take my memories?”Adrian hesitated.

The ruined cabin felt smaller, suffocating under the weight of the presence that had just entered. Shadows clung to the corners, stretching unnaturally, as if drawn to the power Selene carried.Lena's breath hitched as the woman's dark gaze swept over her. The air around them shifted—thick with something ancient and suffocating. The power was different from Lucien’s raw, consuming energy. This was something colder, more insidious. More dangerous.Lucien tensed, his broad frame moving subtly in front of Lena, shielding her from Selene’s scrutiny.Adrian groaned as he pushed himself upright. Blood trickled from a cut on his temple, but his eyes burned with recognition—and anger."You," Adrian muttered. His fists clenched at his sides, shoulders rigid with tension. "What the hell are you doing here?"Selene’s lips curved into an amused smile. "Adrian. Always so charming." She tilted her head, studying him like a cat watching a wounded bird. "You look terrible."Adrian didn’t react. His g

The silence that followed Selene’s declaration was suffocating.Lena’s pulse pounded in her ears, her breath shallow. She searched Lucien’s face, desperate for a sign that this was some cruel trick—that Selene was lying.But Lucien didn’t deny it.His silver eyes were unreadable, his face impassive. The only sign of his inner turmoil was the clenching of his fists, the faint tremor in his fingers.Lena felt the ground beneath her slip away.“You… you traded me?” Her voice came out in a whisper, barely audible over the howling wind that rushed through the broken cabin.Lucien inhaled sharply. “It wasn’t like that.”Selene let out a soft, amused laugh. “Oh, but it was.”Lena’s stomach twisted. “You erased my memories. You made me think I was free—when all this time, I was just… a debt waiting to be collected?”Lucien’s jaw tightened. “I did what was necessary to save you.”Lena shook her head, stepping back. “Save me? Or save yourself?”Lucien flinched, just barely, but she caught it.S