All Chapters of Bound By Bloodlines : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The messenger lay unconscious in the infirmary, his shallow breaths were the only sound in the room. Adolphus was already with Ulva but he stood by the window, his broad frame casting a long shadow across the floor. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his fingers digging into his biceps as though trying to anchor himself against the storm brewing inside. His piercing gaze was fixed on the horizon, though his thoughts were far from the tranquil expanse of the woods beyond. Every labored breath of the injured hybrid was a reminder of Dorian’s defiance, and every flicker of doubt in his mind was an insult he could not stomach.Behind him, Ulva sat in a high-backed chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap, but her posture betrayed her inner turmoil. Her silver hair gleamed in the soft light filtering through the window, framing a face marked by concern and defiance. She had watched Adolphus grapple with his anger for hours now, saying nothing as he wrestled with the consequences of

The soft creak of the chamber door broke the stillness, letting in the faint hum of life outside. The midday sun filtered through the sheer curtains, while casting golden patterns on the stone walls. Dorian stepped into the room, his presence were commanding as always. His sharp gaze swept the space until it landed on Irwin.Irwin stood in front of the ornate mirror, her hands gently trailing along its carved edges. Her reflection showed her dressed in a simple white gown that shimmered faintly, catching the sunlight like spun silver. But her posture betrayed her unease, her shoulders slightly hunched, and her brow furrowed in thought.“Something’s bothering you, Irwin” Dorian said, his deep voice cutting through the quiet room. He shut the door behind him ,as his tone leave no room for denial.Irwin startled slightly, her amber eyes darting to his reflection in the mirror. She forced a small smile onto her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She Turned to face him fully, as she shook

"Listen to me, Dorian!” Adolphus fired back, his voice reverberating through the vast hall like a thunderclap, heavy with authority and a simmering frustration.Dorian’s expression hardened immediately. His golden eyes darkened, and a storm like brewing within their depths. His hands tightened into fists, veins bulging against his skin as the weight of his father’s words pressed against him. He stood tall, his posture tense, a man on the verge of unleashing a tempest.“Do you think you can dictate every part of my life?” Dorian’s voice was sharp, slicing through the thick air between them. “I’m not your puppet, Adolphus. Those strings have been cut, long gone and you know that.”The air between father and son crackled with tension. Irwin, standing just to the side, instinctively reached for Dorian’s arm. Her touch was soft, her fingers light against his tensed muscles. It was a silent plea, one she hoped would reach the storm inside him.“Dorian,” she whispered, her voice trembling sl

“Take Irwin back to the inner chambers guards!” Dorian commanded, his voice firm and brooking no argument. He pointed to two of the least armored guards standing at the edge of the hall.“Alpha?” one of them questioned hesitantly, as if surprised to be chosen.“You heard me correctly!” Dorian said, his golden eyes flashing with urgency. “She is to be escorted to the safe room immediately. No deviations. And protect her with your lives.”Irwin stepped forward, her green eyes blazing with defiance. “No, Dorian!” she protested, her voice was sharp. “I’m not going anywhere. I can handle myself, Dorian. I’m not a fragile doll Dorian. Stop this!.”Dorian turned to her, his expression softening but only slightly. He placed his hands on her shoulders and bent his head so his intense gaze locked with hers. “Irwin,” he said in a tone that was both firm and pleading. “This isn’t about fragility any more. It’s about ensuring your safety. I can’t focus on what’s coming if I’m worried about your sa

Hundreds of Shadow Fang wolves charged at the Shadowclaw guards with merciless ferocity, snarling and howling as they clashed. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, and the earth beneath the Shadowclaw gate was soaked in crimson. Wolves lunged at each other, their teeth sinking into flesh, claws raking through fur and skin. The brutal symphony of growls, yelps, and snapping jaws echoed across the battlefield.Some of the Shadow Fang wolves tore through Shadowclaw defenses with vicious efficiency, their jaws snapping through the necks of Dorian's guards, leaving their lifeless bodies sprawled across the ground. But the Shadowclaw warriors fought back with equal tenacity, ripping apart their enemies with raw power and determination, unwilling to surrender their territory.Valen stood at the center of the chaos, his presence commanding and unshaken. His crimson eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched his forces gradually overwhelm the Shadowclaw defenses. He chuckled, a