All Chapters of Wolves Of The Hexa Bond: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The large council tent was dimly lit, heavy with thick incense smoke and the scent of damp earth. What was meant to be a sacred place for prayer and union now pulsed with unease. Around the firepit sat the island elders, robed and weathered, their faces set with quiet knowing.Curtis stood tall at the head of the gathering, flanked by Macon and Stone. Vera, Gary, and the rest of the leadership from all packs had taken their places. On the opposite side of the circle sat the remaining four mates—Amarok and Geri, quiet but visibly agitated, and Taylor and Tara, both subdued, their eyes shadowed with sadness.Salem and Orson were gone.Their absence ached louder than any word spoken.One of the elders finally broke the silence. Her voice was hoarse but calm. “Two of the guardians have left.”“They didn’t just leave,” Geri muttered, resting his forearm on his knee. “They bolted.”“Then let them bolt,” Amarok added, his voice sharp, jaw tight. “We don’t need them. We’ll make do.”The eld

The door slammed open.Salem’s heart stopped.His mate stood in front of the shattered mirror, blood dripping from his knuckles, red streaks staining the white sink beneath. Shards of glass lay scattered across the tiled floor like frozen stars, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air.“Orson,” Salem rasped, his voice laced with alarm as he rushed forward. “Orson—are you alright?”Orson didn’t answer immediately. He stood still, his chest rising and falling slowly as he stared at the broken reflection. When Salem reached out, his mate finally turned to him, and that was when Salem saw it.The tears.They clung to Orson’s lashes, stubborn, unshed, glinting with a pain that punched Salem harder than any blow ever could.Guilt slammed into him like a cold wind.“How could I be fine?” Orson whispered hoarsely. “Tell me, Salem. How can I be fine when my heart is tearing in two?”“Orson—”“You shouldn't have done that,” Orson cut in, voice trembling but sharp like broken glass. “You sh

The tattooed woman didn’t speak. Not a single word.Instead, her head tilted, wild eyes narrowed, and her tongue dragged slowly across her lips as she crooked a finger at Stone.A silent taunt.Curtis grabbed his son’s arm, the lines around his eyes etched deep with worry. “Are you sure about this?”Stone let out a low, humorless chuckle. His gaze flicked not to the cage, but across the crowd, straight to the place where his sisters sat… nestled beside the Frost brothers.His jaw tightened.“I just need to remind that bitch she isn’t the best here.”Curtis frowned but let him go. To stop his son now would only make him look like a coward. And Stone would never forgive that.“What the hell is he doing?” Taylor’s voice cracked as she watched her brother climb into the cage.He reached for the dagger, pulling it from the wooden pillar that marked the official challenge.“He picked the dagger?” Vera gasped.“Looks like the son wants to prove himself,” Geri muttered beside her, arms folded

Tara watched from the side, her arms folded beneath her chest as her sister sang into the mic, her cheeks flushed pink from laughter and drink. Taylor’s head leaned into Geri’s as they both swayed side to side, singing a familiar old love song. Their voices were off-key, but neither seemed to care.The karaoke machine had been brought out not long after the firewood was piled high, crackling in the cool night air. One by one, everyone had taken their turn singing, some boldly, some slurring the words through drunken hiccups.Now the night had ripened into midnight, soft embers glowing across the sand, bodies scattered—some asleep, some passed out beside mugs and bottles. The energy had shifted. Slower. Warmer. The Frost pack, like always, was more men than women. The only females who’d come along for the festival weren’t warriors, weren’t fighters—just kitchen hands and servants who barely mingled.That was why so many of the males had found their mates here. Most of girls were unma

“Ahhhh... oh…” Taylor’s moans spilled out freely, soft and needy, her head thrown back as Geri’s mouth latched onto her breast. His tongue teased her with slow, wet strokes, while his hand gripped her waist tightly. She writhed against him, her fingers tangled deep in his hair, pulling him closer, like she could never get enough.“Fuck, you taste so good,” Geri groaned, the words muffled against her skin, his lips wrapped around her nipple, pulling a sharp cry from her.Tara sat frozen, her lips slightly parted, heart racing as she watched her sister come undone.“Do you like what he does to her?” Amarok’s deep voice rumbled behind her.She flinched but nodded. The truth hit her hard. She feared this—feared how much she longed for it. Her body burned for it. For that same look in Taylor’s eyes. That same bliss. That same release.A small, wicked smile pulled at Amarok’s lips as he cupped her cheek and kissed her. Tara gasped at the force of it, but she kissed him back with a hunger t