Chapter 15
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Midnight didn’t sleep.
Not that anyone expected her to after nearly tearing apart an ancient entity buried beneath a mountain.
Still, the silence inside Kael’s room felt unnaturally heavy.
The storm outside had finally weakened, leaving only rain tapping softly against the massive windows overlooking Black Hollow. The town glowed faintly below through drifting fog and pine trees.
Beautiful.
Dark.
Like something waiting to swallow her whole.
Midnight sat curled against the edge of the enormous black couch near the fireplace, staring at her hands.
They looked normal again.
Human.
No claws. No black veins. No smoke curling beneath her skin.
But she knew better now.
The monster wasn’t gone.
It was listening.
The bedroom door opened quietly.
Midnight stiffened immediately.
Kael stepped inside wearing dark sweatpants and nothing else, silver tattoos glinting faintly across his chest and arms beneath the firelight.
Her traitorous eyes immediately noticed:
the fresh bandages wrapped around his forearm
the scars covering his torso
the sheer size of him
Predator.
Every inch.
And somehow her body still relaxed the second he entered the room.
The mate bond pulsed warmly.
The demon inside her purred.
Midnight hated both reactions equally.
Kael closed the door behind him slowly.
“You should be resting.”
She let out a quiet laugh. “That feels impossible right now.”
Kael didn’t disagree.
He crossed the room with unnerving silence before stopping directly in front of her.
Too close.
Everything about him felt too close.
Midnight’s pulse betrayed her instantly.
Kael noticed.
Of course he did.
“You’re staring again.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re very annoying for someone who almost died tonight.”
His expression didn’t change.
“I wasn’t close to dying.”
Midnight glanced pointedly toward the bandage around his arm.
Silver blood had soaked through slightly.
Kael followed her gaze.
“It’ll heal.”
“That thing nearly ripped your arm off.”
“And you nearly burned an ancient hybrid alive.”
Fair point.
Silence settled again.
Not awkward.
Just… heavy.
Midnight finally looked away first.
“I felt your pain.”
Kael went still.
“The bond.”
She nodded slowly.
“It scared me.”
Kael’s gaze softened slightly at that.
Not because she felt his pain.
Because she cared that he was hurt.
The realization seemed to affect him more than the injury itself.
Midnight noticed.
And somehow that terrified her more than the Hollow King.
Kael crouched in front of her slowly, forearms resting against his knees.
Huge.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
But his voice when he spoke was quieter now.
“You protected me.”
Midnight frowned. “You protected me first.”
“That isn’t the same thing.”
Maybe not.
Kael was an alpha. Violence came naturally to him.
But Midnight?
She had unleashed hell itself because someone hurt him.
And that truth sat heavily between them now.
The fire crackled softly.
Outside, thunder rumbled faintly over the mountains.
Kael studied her face carefully.
“You’re afraid of what you felt.”
Not a question.
Midnight swallowed hard.
“Yes.”
Because she remembered it perfectly:
the power
the rage
the satisfaction
God.
The satisfaction.
“I wanted to destroy him.”
Kael didn’t look surprised.
“You were protecting someone you bonded to.”
“That’s not normal.”
“It is for wolves.”
Midnight shook her head slowly.
“No,” she whispered. “Not the way I felt it.”
Kael went quiet again.
Because he understood exactly what she meant.
The demon had enjoyed it.
Not just the wolf.
The firelight flickered across his face as his expression darkened thoughtfully.
“The Hollow King was right about one thing.”
Midnight tensed instantly.
“What?”
Kael’s silver eyes locked onto hers.
“Your power reacts differently to emotion than anything I’ve seen before.”
Her stomach twisted.
“There’s the terrifying part.”
Kael’s jaw tightened slightly.
“You think I’m afraid of you.”
“Aren’t you?”
The question slipped out softer than intended.
Real.
Kael stared at her for a long moment.
Then finally—
“No.”
The answer came too fast to be fake.
Too certain.
Midnight’s chest tightened painfully.
“How?”
Kael leaned slightly closer.
And suddenly the room felt smaller.
Warmer.
More dangerous.
“Because I know what losing control feels like.”
Midnight blinked slowly.
“You?”
A dark smile touched his mouth briefly.
“You think alphas are born calm?”
Actually… yes.
Kael looked like he crawled out of violence fully formed.
He leaned back slightly against the couch, eyes drifting toward the fire.
“When I was younger,” he said quietly, “I killed a man for touching my sister.”
Midnight froze.
Kael’s expression remained unreadable.
“He insulted her publicly. Thought humiliating her would challenge my father’s authority.”
His silver eyes darkened slightly at the memory.
“I tore his throat out in front of the entire pack.”
The bluntness of the confession stole her breath.
Kael looked back at her.
“I remember enjoying it.”
Silence filled the room.
Midnight didn’t know what to say to that.
Because somehow…
she understood.
And maybe that was the most frightening thing of all.
Kael noticed the realization crossing her face instantly.
“That’s why you’re different from the Hollow King.”
Midnight frowned slightly.
“How?”
“Because you still question yourself.”
The words landed deep.
Kael leaned forward slowly again.
“Monsters without conscience don’t fear becoming monsters.”
There it was again.
That terrifying faith he had in her.
Midnight looked down at her hands.
“What if one day I stop caring?”
Kael answered immediately.
“Then I’ll remind you.”
Her breath caught softly.
The mate bond pulsed warm between them.
Steady.
Intimate.
Too intimate.
Midnight looked up slowly—
—and realized how close he was now.
Close enough to feel his breath.
Close enough to smell smoke and winter and wolf beneath his skin.
Kael’s gaze dropped briefly to her mouth.
The room went completely still.
The demon inside her quieted.
Watching.
Interested.
Midnight’s pulse jumped.
Kael noticed immediately.
His eyes darkened.
Then suddenly—
A scream echoed through the estate below them.
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