Todos os capítulos de Bound By Bloodlines : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The atmosphere in Adolphus’s chamber was dense with tension, the weight of Irwin’s bold proclamation hanging over them like a brewing storm. Dorian’s brows furrowed deeply as he turned to face her, disbelief and a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes.“You want to question Valen by yourself?” Dorian’s voice was measured but taut, each word carefully enunciated as if trying to mask the turmoil brewing inside.Irwin met his gaze evenly, her tone calm yet resolute. “Yes, Dorian. Valen won’t harm me. He wouldn’t dare.”Ulva leaned forward from her perch on the bed, her piercing eyes narrowing. “You sound awfully sure about that,” she said, her tone skeptical. “What makes you think he won’t? Valen is desperate, and desperate men are unpredictable.”Irwin sighed, her gaze shifting momentarily to the floor before returning to the room. “Because he doesn’t see me as a threat. He’s already told me his side of the story. If I speak to him directly, I can get answers none of you will.”Dorian t

As Irwin pushed further ahead, one of the guards shot an arrow near Irwin’s foot, the impact kicked up dust from the ground, signaling her to halt immediately. Her eyes, glowing faintly in the dim evening light, darted to where the arrow had come from. A deep growl rumbled in her chest as she fixed her sharp gaze on the shadowy figure perched atop a boulder in the distance.Her expression hardened, her face momentarily shifting into something predatory. “Careful where you aim simp” she snarled, her voice dripping with authority. The small but noticeable shift in her features caused the guard to flinch, though he masked it behind a sneer.Behind her, Dorian stood firm, his tall figure exuding calm strength. And Beside him were Leo, Ashina, Cain, and a handful of loyal guards. Dorian’s keen eyes scanned their surroundings, taking note of every shadow, every sound. He remained silent, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he observed Irwin’s unyielding stance.“That’s my little hybrid th

The forest was a cacophony of snapping branches, panting breaths, and the pounding of paws against the earth. Ashina pushed herself harder, her muscles straining as Dorian’s weight pressed against her back. She could feel his blood soaking through her fur, a cruel reminder of his peril. The coppery scent was overwhelming, but she didn’t dare slow down. Cain ran just ahead of her, his golden wolf form darting effortlessly through the dense woods.“Faster, Ashina!” Cain barked over his shoulder, his tone sharp with urgency. “We need to lose them!”“I’m trying!” Ashina growled back, her voice tight with exhaustion. She glanced behind her and saw the flickering shadows of their pursuers—the Shadowfang wolves, relentless in their hunt.The blood trail Dorian left was like a beacon in the night, guiding their enemies directly to them. Ashina’s heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination. She wouldn’t let them take him. Not again.“Hold steady!” one of the Shadowclaw guards called

“Do you expect me to go ask your father, Elder Lucian, what Ashina?” Cain’s voice was a razor’s edge, slicing through the oppressive silence of the chamber as he shoved Ashina toward the iron cage. His grip on her wrist was unyielding, his knuckles white against her delicate skin. His expression was a storm of fury and frustration, every sharp feature were etched with tension.Ashina stumbled into the confines of the cage, her breath hitching as the cold, damp air wrapped around her like a shroud. The rough stone walls seemed to close in, amplifying her dread. Her hand shot out through the narrow bars, catching Cain’s wrist just as he prepared to slam the heavy lock into place.“Cain!” she gasped, her voice trembling, tinged with both desperation and defiance. Her eyes, wide and imploring, searched his hardened face. “Whatever you’re planning, do it quickly. We don’t have time, with all this happening Cain. Irwin is still trapped in Shadowfang territory, and Dorian…” Her voice faltere

Irwin stood at the edge of a dense forest, her breaths shallow, and her heart were pounding like a war drum. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves, while the silence was broken only by the faint rustle of unseen creatures. In the distance, shadows coiled and twisted unnaturally, and encircling a lone figure.As she stepped closer, her vision sharpened, and she gasped. The figure was Dorian. His face, pale and etched with agony, came into view as he struggled against the dark tendrils wrapping around him. His movements were frantic, his hands clawing at the shadows as they dragged him deeper into the forest’s depths.“Dorian!” Irwin’s voice cracked as she stepped closer, her feet sinking into the soft, damp earth. The figure turned, and her heart twisted painfully as she recognized his face—Dorian, his features contorted in agony, his hands clawing desperately at the tendrils of darkness that wrapped around him.“Irwin!” Dorian’s voice was raw, laced with pa