Todos los capítulos de Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Ember's POV I woke to pain. It was the first thing I felt....the raw, burning ache under my skin, as if my veins had turned to molten metal. My body jerked before I could stop it, my back arching, a strangled cry tearing from my throat. The air stank of smoke and blood, and when I opened my eyes, the world was drenched in red light. Dawn. Or what was left of it. The forest was still smoldering, ash drifting like snow around us. Zane’s arms were around me, his voice breaking somewhere above my head, but I couldn’t focus on him. Every pulse of my heart sent fire racing through me, glowing faintly beneath my skin like threads of living light. I couldn’t breathe.“Stay still,” he said, his voice rough, desperate. His hand pressed against my cheek, the heat of his skin barely registering against the inferno that was tearing me apart. “Ember, please, just breathe.”“I can’t,” I rasped. “It’s....too much....”He tried to hold me down, but I twisted away, gasping as the air around me shimmer

Ember's POV When the fire stopped, I thought I’d died. But death wouldn’t feel like this. Death wouldn’t burn.I floated somewhere between breath and ash, my skin humming with a power that didn’t belong to me. The ground below me was scorched black, pulsing with heat every time I breathed. My veins glowed faintly beneath my skin, gold at first, then darker—black fire threading through me like veins of molten glass. When I tried to move, my body didn’t obey. My reflection shimmered in the air before me, split down the center—one side mine, the other smiling with the Witch’s mouth.“You fought me,” she whispered from inside my skull, her voice curling through my mind like smoke. “Now you wear me.”I tried to speak, but the words came out in two tones, mine and hers. Every heartbeat sent waves of heat rolling off me, searing the soil. I could feel her under my skin, testing, stretching, tasting everything I was.“Get out,” I growled, pressing my palms against the burning dirt.She laugh

Zane's POV The light swallowed everything. When I opened my eyes again, the world was still trembling. The air reeked of smoke and metal, and every breath burned my lungs raw. Ember was gone from my arms. One moment she was there—heat and heartbeat and defiance—and the next, she was ripped out of my grasp like the world had decided to erase her. I stumbled forward, shouting her name, but my voice vanished in the wind. The ground beneath me was still molten, the cracks glowing faintly like veins of dying fire.I dropped to my knees, pressing my hand against the scorched earth. Her presence lingered, faint but alive, buried deep under layers of dark energy. I could still feel her heartbeat through the bond—uneven, faint, but there. She was alive. Somewhere. The Witch hadn’t won yet.I forced myself to stand. My armor was cracked, my sword barely holding together, but I didn’t care. I’d been through hell once already. I’d go through it again if it meant dragging Ember back from whatever

Zane's POV When I opened my eyes again, the world was nothing but ruins. The cavern was gone. The walls, the ceiling, everything had turned to dust and smoke. I could still taste the metal in my mouth, the sting of fire in my lungs. The ground was hot beneath me, pulsing faintly with veins of molten light. My body ached everywhere, but it didn’t matter. My first thought was Ember.She was on her knees a few feet away, her body glowing faintly through the haze. Cracks of gold and red light ran across her skin like veins of living flame. Every time she breathed, smoke curled from her mouth. She wasn’t just alive — she was changing. The fire around her wasn’t pure anymore. It had dark threads weaving through it, black and alive, twisting around her like shadows trying to breathe.I dragged myself closer, ignoring the blood dripping from my side. “Ember…”She didn’t answer. Her eyes were open, staring at the remains of what used to be the Witch’s lair. Everything was ash. The air felt he

Ember's POV When I opened my eyes, the world was quiet again. No fire. No ash falling from the sky. Just the smell of earth after the storm and the faint, rhythmic sound of breathing beside me. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, feeling the soft pulse under my skin — not mine, his. It was strange at first, how his heartbeat echoed through me, slow and steady, syncing with my own like two flames caught in the same rhythm. Every inhale he took brushed against my senses. Every exhale felt like it was mine too.I turned my head, and there he was. Zane. His face was half-lit by the broken sunlight that filtered through the cracked forest canopy above us. His skin still carried a faint golden sheen, the remnants of my fire that had stitched him back to life. The pulse beneath his collarbone glowed faintly, the same golden light that now lived inside me. I could feel him — not just his presence, but his pain, his warmth, his exhaustion. The bond between us wasn’t normal anymore.