《Dangerous Desire》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Light swallowed the forest.Warm and gold at first…then blinding white, like the center of a star.Lena felt weightless.As if her body had drifted upward, suspended between earth and sky.She couldn’t feel her legs.She couldn’t feel her heartbeat.Only the warmth.Then—A whisper.A voice she knew deeper than memory.“My sweet girl… don’t be afraid.”Lena’s breath stuttered. “Mom?”The light rippled, revealing a faint silhouette — blurred, shifting — but clearly, unmistakably her mother.Tears streamed down Lena’s face. “Mom… please… I don’t understand what’s happening—”Her mother’s voice was soft, steady, full of the warmth Lena had craved for years.“You’ve opened the Circle.”Lena’s heart thudded. “I didn’t mean to—”“You spoke the promise. It heard you.”The light dimmed slightly, revealing Elias and Alexander suspended beside her — not touching, not moving, staring around with shock frozen in their expressions.Below them, Marcus reached upward, screaming silently, trapped be

The empty click echoed through the forest like thunder.Marcus froze mid-smile.Alexander blinked at the gun in disbelief, chest heaving.“What—what’s wrong with—?”“Jammed,” Elias said instantly, stepping closer. “It happens when the chamber overheats. Throw it away!”But it was too late.Marcus’s grin was slow, poisonous, triumphant.“Well, well…”He rose shakily to his feet.“…seems fate has a sense of humor.”Alexander raised the gun again out of instinct.“Don’t,” Elias snapped. “It’s useless.”Marcus brushed dirt and dried blood from his jacket.Then he lifted two fingers into the air and whistled sharply.The forest answered.From the shadows behind him, two figures emerged — tall, masked, armed.Not Circle.Not soldiers.Personal assassins.His own.Marcus smirked. “Did you really think I’d come here unprepared?”Elias cursed under his breath. “Alex, stay behind me.”Alexander’s jaw locked. “No. I finish this.”Marcus laughed. “With what? A broken gun and a bleeding heart?”Al

Lena’s body was weightless in Alexander’s arms.Her skin cold.Her pulse gone.Her lips colorless.Alexander held her tighter against his chest as if sheer force could pull her back to life.“No—Lena—please—” he choked, voice breaking. “Don’t leave me—don’t leave—”Elias crouched beside him, face pale and tight with something he rarely showed:Fear.“We need to move,” Elias snapped, his voice trembling despite his effort to stay controlled. “Now.”Alexander didn’t look at him. “I’m not leaving her.”“You don’t have a choice.”Alexander’s jaw clenched. “She’s dead—what do you expect me to—”Elias grabbed him by the collar and dragged him close, fury shaking through him.“She is NOT dead,” Elias growled. “Not yet. The purge energy is still inside her — burning her from the inside. If we don’t get her to Cassandra in the next fifteen minutes, Lena will actually die.”Alexander stared at him, stunned. “C… Cassandra? The hell does she have to do with this?”Elias stood and wiped the blood

The bunker hummed with a low, electric vibration, as if the air itself sensed what was about to happen. Cassandra gathered the equipment with sharp, practiced movements—glowing coils, wires, metal cuffs engraved with symbols Lena’s mother once used. Every sound echoed against the cold steel walls.Alexander stood frozen beside Lena’s unmoving body, his hands trembling over hers. He had stopped crying, but only because there were no tears left. His eyes were empty, shattered.Elias moved toward the table, calm… too calm.Like a man who had already made peace with death.Alexander snapped out of his trance and grabbed Elias’s arm.“Don’t do this.”Elias looked at him—really looked at him—and for the first time in years, his expression wasn’t guarded or cold. It was soft. Human.“Alex… I have spent my whole life living in the shadow of the Circle. Running. Fighting. Hating. And for what?” Elias whispered. “To survive? That’s not living.”Alexander’s voice broke. “You are not doing this f

Elias’s hand broke the surface of the golden sphere.The purge swallowed his arm instantly—flashing with brutal light,crackling with raw, ancient power,searing his skin like lightning trapped in flesh.He gasped—not a scream, but a sound carved from agony.Alexander lunged forward.“ELIAS—STOP! GET OUT—GET OUT!”Elias stood firm, teeth clenched, muscles trembling as the purge spiraled up his arm.His veins glowed white-hot.The light burned through his shirt.Sweat poured down his face.But he didn’t pull back.Cassandra grabbed Alexander’s arm, holding him back with surprising strength.“Don’t touch him! The purge will jump into you!”Alexander shoved her off, desperation wild in his eyes.“I don’t care—HE’LL DIE—”Cassandra shouted over the crackling storm:“If you anchor it, Lena loses you forever!”Alexander froze.Elias looked at him through the glow—eyes shining gold, pain etched into every line of his face.“Don’t,” Elias whispered.His voice trembled.“Don’t take this fro