Semua Bab Tangled In Scales: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The cavern was dimly lit, the flickering flames of torches casting long shadows against the rough stone walls. Ishaan entered smoothly, his blue tail gliding over the cavern floor. Ravi was already there, coiled comfortably, his silver eyes gleaming with amusement. Across from him, Dhruv sat rigidly, his powerful blue tail looped neatly beneath him. His grey eyes sharpened the moment Ishaan arrived.“You finally decided to show up,” Dhruv said, his voice calm but edged.Ishaan didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he settled opposite them, nodding once in acknowledgment. “You called for me. I came.”Before anyone could respond, movement echoed through the tunnel. Eight more figures entered—Omkar, Jatin, Karan, and Viren from the middle clutch, followed by Aarav, Dev, Rian, and Samir from the youngest.The last four moved with ease, their expressions unreadable but not hostile. They had already accepted Ashwin. They had met him in Mount Haven

After Oti’s cryptic suggestion about unlocking memories, Ashwin hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to remember—what if the truth was worse than the emptiness? But before he could say anything, his curiosity got the better of him.“How was I?” he asked hesitantly. “The two times I came back to… mate.”Kire and Oti exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. Then, Kire sighed, shifting slightly on the nest of furs to face him fully.“You weren’t you,” she said, voice soft but firm. “You were Ayaan—completely, fully Ayaan. But the Ayaan who returned was just as lost as you are now.”Ashwin’s breath caught. “What do you mean?”Oti traced absent circles over the fur beneath her, as if recalling something distant. “The first time you returned, we were hopeful. We thought you’d finally come home for good.” She smiled bitterly. “You said you only went to see your clan but Ishaan had already gone to look for you there and di

Ishaan held Ashwin close, his strong arms coiling around him, grounding him. The tension in Ashwin’s body remained, muscles tight and ready to lash out, but Ishaan’s warmth was an anchor, forcing him to stay present. The knife was long gone, discarded on the floor.“Ayaan,” Ishaan murmured, using the name that felt more intimate, more real in moments like these. “The twins are mine.”Ashwin stilled. His pulse pounded against his ribs, his mind still running wild with worst-case scenarios. “What?”“I mean it,” Ishaan continued, rubbing slow circles into Ashwin’s back. “You laid Ohas’ eggs, yes. But they were infertile. They never hatched.”Ashwin’s breath hitched, his head jerking up to meet Ishaan’s gaze. “You’re sure?”“I would never lie to you about something like this,” Ishaan promised. “The twins… our twins, they came later, from us. You and me.”A shuddering breath left Ashwin’s lips, but the unease hadn’t left him yet. “The

The hut was warm, the scent of fresh herbs and woven straw mixing with the familiar musk of their family.Ashwin had spent all day perfecting the nest in the center of the bed, smoothing out the woven fabric, layering soft blankets, and making sure it was exactly as he wanted. His nesting instincts had taken full control, and the sight of anything out of place sent frustration bubbling in his chest. His tail, though powerful and a deep source of comfort, had become an annoyance in this delicate process. Every time he slithered in and out, he dragged in dirt and debris, ruining his carefully arranged space. It irritated him to no end.So he shifted fully into his human form, determined to keep the nest pristine. And if he had to, then everyone else would as well.Kai and Koa had immediately grumbled when he made the rule that no one could bring their tails into bed. They were still young, still growing, and naturally found comfort in their Naga fo

The night pressed down on her like a weight, thick and suffocating. Ayaan’s breath came in short, desperate gasps as she pressed her body against the rough bark of an ancient tree, forcing herself to stay still, to listen. The jungle around her was alive with sound—the rustling of leaves, the distant calls of night creatures—but beneath it all, there was something else. A presence.A shiver ran down her spine. She wasn’t fast enough. Ohas was relentless, a predator who didn’t stop until he had his prey. And she… she was the prey.She tightened her grip on the fabric of her wrap, the cloth barely covering the heavy curve of her breasts, sticking to her sweat-slick skin. Her long, wavy, translucent white hair clung to her back, strands catching on the branches as she tried to steady her breathing. Beneath her, her emerald-green tail coiled tightly, her muscles burning from the long hours of fleeing through the jungle.I have to keep moving.