All Chapters of Sinful Desires: Fatal bonds: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The penthouse lights blurred into soft gold and silver as the evening stretched on. We were now sitting at the sleek marble bar counter, legs dangling slightly, my sweater now taken off leaving my vest, showing off my lean muscles because the room felt warmer than it should. Elias had poured another cocktail, something sweet and strong with a bright red cherry floating on top. I didn’t even remember what it was called anymore. The last few had gone down too easily. I was absent-mindedly chugging the latest one, the cool liquid sliding down my throat while my thoughts drifted somewhere far away. Seraphiel and Aldric were still dealing with their families. The dorm felt too empty. This place felt… safe. Elias kept the conversation light, asking gentle questions about my classes, my favorite books, the little things that made me laugh. His voice was calm, steady, like a anchor in the growing haze. Another sip. The cocktail was stronger than I realized. My cheeks were warm, my head

Aldric found Elias exactly where he expected him to be. The rooftop bar was closed for the night, but the door had been left unlocked, a silent invitation. Elias stood near the railing, city lights glittering far below, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He didn’t turn around when Aldric stepped onto the roof. He simply smiled that same serpentine smile. “You came,” Elias said softly. “I knew you would.” Aldric didn’t waste words. He moved fast, faster than any human should. In seconds he had Elias pinned against the railing, one hand around his throat, the other ripping open his shirt with brutal efficiency. Elias struggled, twisting and shoving, but Aldric was stronger, colder, and far more determined. Buttons scattered across the concrete as Aldric stripped him down to his briefs, ignoring every curse and shove. Elias’s chest heaved, sweat already glistening on his skin from the brief fight. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Aldric didn’t answer. He dragged Elias to th

That morning the sigil marks on both Aldric and Seraphiel burned with fierce intensity. I noticed it the moment I woke up. Aldric stood by the window, shirtless, his fingers pressing against the glowing mark on his chest. Seraphiel paced the living room, shirt off, jaw clenched tight as he rubbed the identical sigil on his left shoulder. The marks pulsed with red light, hot enough that I could see the heat rising from their skin. I sat up slowly, They looked incredibly distraught, with Seraphiel emotions written all over his face, Aldric looking more tense than usual, the sight of them in pain pushed everything else aside. “What is happening?” I asked. Aldric turned to me, his face calm but his eyes dark with strain. “The call has begun. The higher realm is reaching out. The sigils are the first warning.” Seraphiel stopped pacing long enough to look at me. “It feels like fire under the skin. They are summoning us back. All of us who carry the old blood.” I stood and walked close

The silence did not break after the words were spoken.It deepened.Aldric stood exactly where he was, his posture unyielding, his gaze fixed on the figure before him. The words echoed in his mind."The son of Yao."The name meant nothing to him.But for some reasons… it lingered.There was no flicker of recognition. Not even an ounce of memory stirred. Only irritation.A slow, cold irritation that settled beneath his skin.The being before him did not seem concerned by his silence. If anything, it appeared… patient. As though time itself bent to its convenience, and doing them a favour.“We have come for you,” the figure continued, the voice still echoing within Aldric’s mind. “You will leave this realm and come with us.”Behind him, the tension in the hall thickened. The werewolves lining the walls shifted uneasily, their instincts screaming at them, though none dared to move without command. Even their fear was restrained by generations of discipline.“You do not belong here,” ano

The impact had not been gentle at all. Zero lay where he had fallen, his body half turned against fractured stone, breath shallow but steady. Dust still drifted through the air around him, his ribs should have been broken from the impact, but oddly.. he seemed fine. The ground beneath him had caved slightly from the force that struck him down, a shallow crater marking the place where everything had shifted. Above him whilst his eye still closed, the sky stretched wide and distant, colorless in its stillness. The world outside continued as if nothing had happened. But within him, everything had. Darkness came first. It was vast and quiet. A place without edges or time. And he was not alone. Zero stood there, though he had no memory of rising. His body felt whole, untouched by injury, untouched by weight. He looked down at his hands slowly, turning them as if expecting to find something different. There was nothing. Just him. Or so he thought. A presence stirre