All Chapters of Sinful Desires: Fatal bonds: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER 31— Aldric and Seraphiel meets

The night Aldric went to find Seraphiel, the sky was too clear. There wasn't a cloud neither winds in sight. Just a wide, indifferent moon staring down at a courtyard that had seen too much tension lately.Aldric never announced himself, more like he never needed to. The boundary between the academy grounds and the old stone bridge hummed faintly as he crossed it, power brushing against wards like a blade testing silk. The magic recognized him and parted. Beyond the bridge, the air shifted. Cooler. Thinner. Sweet with the metallic perfume of the vampire realm seeping through its seams. Seraphiel was already there. Of course he was. Perhaps they had communicated a time, perhaps not. He stood near the water’s edge, pale hair catching moonlight like spun silver. His posture was relaxed, one hand tucked loosely behind his back, the other resting against the moss covered stone. He did not look surprised when Aldric approached. “You took your time,” Seraphiel said softly. A

Chapter 32— Back to base

They called it an emergency convocation. The great hall had never felt so suffocating. Rows upon rows of students filled the crescent tiers, uniforms pressed and immaculate, faces bright with curiosity that curdled into something uglier the moment I was led onto the central platform. The ceiling arched high above us, painted with the history of Lycans and their victories. Torches burned in blue-white flames along the walls. At the very front, the academy’s crest hung heavy in gold thread. I stood directly beneath it. Alone. The murmur started low. Like distant insects. Then it grew. “That’s him.” “He’s the one.” “He let it happen.” I kept my chin level. For days now, I had stopped walking with my head bowed. I had forced myself to meet gazes, to endure whispers without shrinking. I had signed my name into the werewolf defense registry. I had chosen myself. And now, as a hundred pairs of eyes burned into me, I felt that fragile progress crumble like ash. At the

CHAPTER 33— Death.

The first day after the probation, they only whispered.I never saw Aldric even until his send off. The second day, they stopped pretending. By the third, they did not bother lowering their voices at all. Probation meant restricted movement. It meant I was assigned to lower training halls instead of the open courtyards. It meant I walked alone.It meant I was easy prey. Life without Aldric. I told myself I could endure it.I had endured worse I had survived a razed village. I had survived nights where grief hollowed me out until I felt like nothing but bone and breath. I had survived Aldric’s distance, Seraphiel’s intensity, the academy’s shifting gaze. I could survive a few cruel words. I was dead wrong. It began in the corridor behind the armory. Three of them. All from prominent packs. All smelling faintly of expensive oils and arrogance. Riven spoke first. “You look smaller again,” he said, tilting his head as if studying prey. “I suppose probation shrinks a wolf.” Th

CHAPTER 34— Please wake up.

One month. The Vampire realm did not measure time the way the Werewolves did. They only held a ceremonial banquet once every 30 years milestone. They only lived through the slow pulse of the realm, through marble halls and the endless dim glow of a sky that never quite reached dawn. Still, Seraphiel counted. Thirty one nights since Zero’s body had gone still in his arms. Thirty one nights since his pulse had faded into something fragile and distant, sustained only by magic. Zero lay upon a raised obsidian dais in the innermost chamber of Seraphiel’s ancestral estate. Crimson draperies framed the bed like spilled blood, and silver sigils burned faintly along the floor, sustaining a healing matrix older than the academy itself. Candles flickered around him in a slow circle. He looked unchanged. Too unchanged. His lashes rested gently against pale skin. His lips were soft, parted slightly as if he might inhale at any moment and return to himself. But he did not. Sera

CHAPTER 35— Aldric's return

The mission hall smelled of iron and smoke when Aldric returned. Four weeks of border cleansing had left their mark on him. His clothes bore faint tears at the sleeves, his boots still dusted with foreign soil. The mission pallet rested against his shoulder, sealed scrolls and confirmed kills bound in silver cord. He walked through the academy gates without ceremony. Students in the courtyard parted instinctively as he passed. Whispers followed him, hushed but electric. “He’s back.” “Already?” “Of course he finished early.” He did not slow. He entered the administrative wing, boots echoing sharply along polished stone. The mission pallet was set down at the reception desk with controlled precision. “Completed,” he said. The clerk bowed quickly, flustered. “Yes, Heir Aldric. The council will be informed immediately.” Aldric’s gaze swept the corridor. There was something wrong. The air felt… altered. Too careful. “Where is Zero?” he asked unintentionally, like the confir

CHAPTER 36— Dire straits

The vampire realm did not welcome wolves. It recoiled from them. Either realm were unforgiving to each kind. The moment Aldric crossed the threshold, ancient wards flared in warning, crimson sigils igniting along towering obsidian pillars. The air itself resisted him, thickening like syrup, pressing against his lungs with territorial disdain. He did not slow. He walked through it. Each step cracked faint veins into the marble beneath his boots, frost trailing briefly behind him before dissolving into mist. Servants scattered. Whispers hissed through corridors. “The heir.” “Why is he here?” “He looks hella pissed by the way.” The vampires looked exceptionally curious. At the heart of the estate, Seraphiel felt it before anyone announced it. Taut. Violent. He rose from Zero’s bedside, eyes sharpening as the chamber doors shuddered. They burst open. Aldric stood there. No ceremonial armor. No academy insignia. Just black fabric stretched over a body coi

CHAPTER 37— Unleashing anger

Aldric did not speak when he rose. The candles in the chamber flickered as he stepped back from the obsidian dais. Zero remained unchanged, lashes resting softly against skin too still for comfort. For a long moment, Aldric simply looked at him. There were no witnesses here who mattered. No council elders. No academy officials. No students whispering about worth and lineage. Only Seraphiel, silent on the opposite side of the bed. Aldric reached forward and brushed his knuckles lightly against Zero’s cheek. The contact was extremely careful, as if trying so hard to refrain from breaking his skin. “I will return,” he said quietly. It was unknown if he was talking to Seraphiel or his lover asleep looking like he would never awaken. Seraphiel’s gaze lifted. “You intend to do something,” he observed, looking up hopeful. Aldric did not deny it. “Yes.” The single word carried weight. Seraphiel studied him, bruised and bloodied but composed once more. “If you do it

CHAPTER 38 — Rubble

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans On parchment, it stood for unity. In practice, it had become a place where power consolidated quietly behind smiling neutrality. And where inconvenient students were erased administratively. The Lycanis Obscura Academy. The first tremor struck just before dawn. Wards flared along the outer perimeter in streaks of blue light, reacti

CHAPTER 39— Months of silence

Ice settled heavily over the northern mountains. Snow swallowed the jagged ridges surrounding the stronghold of the Del Imperium Pack, softening nothing, disguising nothing. Within its walls, winter was eternal. And so was the silence. Zero remained unconscious. Three months had passed since the academy fell. Three months since Aldric had been crowned storm born and shattered neutrality. Three months since Seraphiel crossed into Were territory under a temporary, razor-thin truce. He had come the day after the academy’s destruction. The guards had nearly attacked on instinct. Aldric had stopped them with a single raised hand. “Let him through.” That had been the first and last kindness exchanged between them. Zero was housed in the eastern wing an ancient chamber once reserved for wounded alphas. The walls were lined with lunar stone that amplified regenerative magic. It was neutral ground within hostile territory. A compromise neither of them admitted to making. Every

CHAPTER 40— Saving Jade

The air in the eastern wing had grown thin, not physically, but emotionally. Several months of restraint had hollowed the room and it's inhabitants into something fragile and volatile. With every breath feeling borrowed and every heartbeat carrying accusation. But beneath it all, Zero lay unchanged beneath layered sigils and lunar stone glow. Still and Quiet. And something about that stillness had begun to feel permanent. And it was exactly because of that emotions were running high. They were killing Zero, with their hands, with their ignorance, the situation and intensity between them was horrible.The temperature in the room dropped sharply.Silver light crawled across Aldric’s skin like frostbite.Violet aura coiled around Seraphiel’s shoulders like smoke preparing to ignite. Jake, who had been near the doorway, felt the shift instantly. “No,” he breathed. But it was too late. Fortunately they did not lunge immediately.Circling eachother like prey, they couldn't cou

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