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Chapter 20

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The wagon lurched over a rut in the frozen road, and Rowan’s shackles clinked against the iron rings bolted to the floor. He wasn’t blindfolded—it was almost insulting how little fear the Mercers’ own escort had of him—but his hands were bound and two Cross soldiers rode alongside the transport to “guarantee” the safe transfer across the border.

He had almost made peace with the humiliation of it. Almost.

That illusion shattered when the first arrow whistled past his ear.

The driver didn’t even finish swearing before he tumbled off the bench with a bolt through his throat. Horses screamed. One of the Mercer guards yelled to fall back, but they didn’t get the chance. Men dressed in black—Damian’s men—poured from the trees like a silent flood.

The Mercers’ men tried to form a defense, but they weren’t prepared. They were outnumbered and ambushed on territory that wasn’t theirs. Steel met flesh in the snow. Rowan saw one of Damian’s soldiers slit the throat of the man who had held the re
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  • Chains Of The Heart   Chapter 63

    A broken sound slipped out of Damian—half denial, half surrender. His hands rose as if guided, trembling at first, then settling with a terrible gentleness at Rowan’s waist. His thumbs brushed beneath his shirt, gliding slow along heated skin—soft maps drawn with reverent, aching familiarity.Rowan gasped, body arching into the touch like it was oxygen.The kiss deepened—not because Rowan dragged him under, but because Damian kissed back.Slow.Ruined.Starving in a way he hadn’t been allowed to be in years.And as his hands traced those slow, tender paths up Rowan’s sides, his mind whispered a name against lips that weren’t hers.Not loud.Not intentional.Just a breath, cracked and reverent.“Bella…”Damian’s whispered “Bella…” barely left his mouth before Rowan took it as permission.The alpha in him—drugged on need, high on Nathan's scent, drowning in the chemical ache—surged. Rowan pressed forward, deepening the kiss with a sudden, claiming hunger, pushing Damian back against the

  • Chains Of The Heart   Chapter 62

    Rowan inhaled Damian’s stabilizing scent like oxygen in a burning house—and then everything snapped.His body moved first: a sudden surge of strength, muscles coiling, alpha instinct detonating point-blank against Damian’s ribs. In one heartbeat, Damian had Rowan in his lap; in the next, Rowan pushed him, slamming him back into the cold stone floor hard enough to rattle teeth. The impact knocked the air from Damian’s lungs, but he kept his hands open, palms up—showing control, not threat.“Rowan—” Damian started.Too late.Rowan straddled him, pinning him with shaking thighs and a grip that trembled from need rather than dominance. His pupils blown wide, silver irises swallowed by feral steel. His breath hit Damian’s lips, hot and uneven, and then—the pheromones hit like a tidal wave.Not a challenge.Not seduction.A soothing release, the kind alphas only used to calm distressed mates or pups in pain. Warm, fog-soft, meant to comfort and bind. It sank into Damian’s skin like heated

  • Chains Of The Heart   Chapter 61

    Inside the room, after the door shut behind him silence lingered for all of three seconds.Then Ivy moved.She slid the bolt into place, sealing the room. With steady hands, she carried the small box to the fireplace. Removed the string. Opened it one last time—not to look, but to confirm its reality.Her jaw clenched.No tears.She tipped the ear into the flames.A faint hiss, a curl of smoke, the soft pop of burning flesh — and the proof of Rowan’s suffering vanished into ash.Ivy stood over the fire until every trace was gone.Then she turned, voice cold steel wrapped in silk.“You. Guard.”The soldier outside entered immediately. A man in his late thirties, scarred from war, loyal to Maria’s bloodline rather than Seraphine’s poisonous branch. He bowed to her — not as a child, but as someone stepping into authority he chose to respect.“Lady Ivy.”“You will find every man, soldier, servant or officer who served directly under Seraphine,” Ivy said, her voice shockingly calm for a gi

  • Chains Of The Heart   Chapter 60

    The world swayed around Rowan like a fever dream.Nathan’s scent — or what his ruined mind needed to believe was Nathan — wrapped around him like a lifeline. He clung to it, breathed it in, desperate to anchor himself to something that wasn’t pain or shame or the fire tearing through his veins.But the longer he inhaled, the more the illusion… frayed.He expected warmth. Gentleness. The quiet, steady pulse of home.But this scent… underneath the familiar thread… was cold steel. Command. Power. A king’s scent. A predator’s.Not Nathan.His fingers twitched. Not in aggression — in realization.No.No, no, no—The fog in his head thinned just enough for reason to force its way through like glass digging into skin. The shape holding him resolved into sharp lines, darker scent, broader shoulders.Not Nathan.Damian.Rowan went utterly still.A soft, broken sound slipped out of him — not feral, not angry — something much smaller. Like the muted sound of someone folding in on themselves. His

  • Chains Of The Heart   Chapter 59

    When the ground bucked, it hurled Alistair into Silas before either could react. Torches dropped. Stone groaned like an ancient beast waking.Silas caught Alistair’s arm, dragging him back as the tunnel behind them caved in with a deafening crash—stone swallowing the path they’d taken only moments earlier.A cloud of dust and powdered rock blasted into them, stealing breath and sight.Alistair’s heart slammed into his ribs. The map he’d memorized—useless now. The maze had changed shape. The explosion hadn’t just opened a path—it had destroyed half of them.“We need to reach the center!” Alistair barked, forcing his voice steady despite panic clawing at his throat. “There should be an access corridor—right side—if it’s still intact!”They sprinted forward, boots slipping on shattered stone. Another section of tunnel groaned overhead.“Move!” Silas shoved Alistair ahead just as a beam fell, slamming where Silas had stood half a heartbeat before.Their path narrowed. Smoke thickened. The

  • Chains Of The Heart   Chapter 58

    For a horrifying second, Damian couldn’t breathe.His vision flickered. The tunnels tilted—too narrow, too dark, too slow—and Rowan was burning alive in his mind, forced into rut, drowning in instinct and shame and pain he didn’t understand.Nathan felt it too—through him. And on his own.If Damian failed, Nathan would shatter.His lungs refused to pull in air properly. He dragged a hand over his face, pushing back the panic threatening to claw up his throat.Get up. Stand. Move.He forced his spine straight. Forced his voice steady. Forced himself to be the king Nathan needed—because if Nathan was somewhere shaking apart under the weight of Rowan’s agony, then Damian had no right to crumble.“For Nathan’s sake,” he muttered, barely audible. “This is the least I can do.”He marched forward, jaw locked so tight it ached. The guards followed him.They reached a dead end—or what looked like one. A forged-steel door reinforced with iron bands and glyph-etched plates blocked the way. Old m

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