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Chapter 54

Penulis: Christina Wilder
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-08 18:12:10

The storm was no longer outside. The tie that had just seared itself into raw, unforgiving flesh was inside her veins, inside the hall, and it was right here.

Elaria's body shook from the intimacy that had engulfed her and Draven, and her breath was still labored. His aroma left a deeper impact on her than any scar could, and his heat remained on her flesh. Her body responded in ways she could never deny as the sound of his roar continued to reverberate in her chest. However, another sound—low, methodical, serpentine—pierced the heated silence that ensued.

Clapping.

Slow, steady claps that broke the fragile aftermath apart like glass underfoot.

“Well,” the voice drewled, sly laughter creeping through each word. “That was… touching.”

Elaria froze. Every muscle, every instinct screamed as she turned toward the shattered threshold of the hall.

Veylen stood there.

He was here in the flesh, no longer operating through shadows or borrowed weapons, no longer concealed in whispers. Tall,
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  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 80

    The decree still echoed in her skull, hammering with every heartbeat.The Rite of Purity is decreed.Elaria had heard countless judgments in that chamber—laws twisted, punishments weighed, edicts pronounced in voices that dripped with authority. But this… this had been different. This had not been politics, nor governance, nor law. This had been a death sentence dressed as ritual.The corridors of Kaelith Keep swallowed her and Draven whole as they left the council chamber behind. The long stone halls, lined with ancient banners and iron sconces, seemed to hum with silence. No servants whispered in corners, no guards muttered between shifts. Eyes followed them—wolves, attendants, allies, spies—but no one dared speak. Everyone knew tomorrow would decide everything.Draven walked at her side, tall, unyielding, every line of his body hard as carved obsidian. His silence was not absence—it was a shield, the weight of an Alpha carrying his fury like a sword sheathed just beneath the skin.

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 79

    The storm did not wait.It broke the moment the High Speaker raised his hand to call for order, and Rhovan’s voice cut through the chamber like steel through silk.“I move,” he said, rising fully now, the weight of his presence demanding the entire circle’s gaze, “that Lord Draven Kaelith be placed under immediate suspension of his Alpha rights until this council concludes a full inquiry into the shadow that haunts his bond.”The words were lightning.They cracked through the chamber, scorching away the whispers, igniting gasps and growls. The storm the council had been holding in their chests now roared loose, voices rising, banners trembling in the sudden surge of air as wolves half-shifted in their seats.Suspension. Not accusation. Not removal. But a strike as bold as a knife at Draven’s throat.Draven stood tall in the circle, shoulders squared, his wolf prowling behind his eyes. Yet Elaria felt the tension in his body—the instinct to leap, to fight, to tear the challenge to piec

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 78

    The chamber of the High Council was never quiet. It pulsed with the weight of authority, with eyes observing and judging, of millennia of law enshrined in stone, even when no voices spoke.That hum wasn't just background this morning; it was a storm brewing beneath the marble floor, slithering through the air like static and whispering across the arched ceiling. Every wolf in attendance felt it. Some relished it. Some feared it. None could ignore it.The council chamber was a circle, polished obsidian tables ringing the floor where the dais stood, each seat occupied by alphas or their chosen envoys. The banners of their packs hung behind them—colors and crests that represented entire bloodlines, legacies of pride, and in more recent years, grudges.At the center stood the raised circle where Draven and Elaria would be summoned, the eye of the storm.The doors opened with a weighty groan.Elaria felt the air shift before her eyes even adjusted to the blaze of braziers. The councilors l

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  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 76

    The chambers were still lit when Elaria rose.Beside her, Draven slept, his wide chest rising and falling in a steady beat, as if his body had been aching for a break after too many days of stress. In the firelight, a tiny shine appeared on the scar across his ribcage. His hand still groped for her where she had been, even in sleep.She stayed for a while, seeing the wolf that had turned into her fulcrum. Curling into the warmth and losing herself in the delusion that the world outside these walls no longer pressed in was the allure of slipping back under the furs.But illusion would not save them.The council would reconvene in two nights. Rhovan would come armed with more than words. The weapon he had been implying, the blade he had not yet drawn, was somewhere in his arsenal. Getting him out in the open initially was necessary if she hoped to have any control over what happened.So she pulled her cloak around her shoulders, quiet as a shadow, and left Draven’s side.The corrido

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