All Chapters of FORBIDDEN BOND: The Alpha's Desire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The west wing of the palace had long been forgotten—shattered halls and moth-eaten tapestries, cracked chandeliers suspended like relics from a crumbling world. But it was perfect for secrecy. Perfect for rot. And Prince Casian liked it that way.He stepped through the broken doorway of what had once been a grand ballroom. Now, it echoed with silence and dust. At the far end, bathed in a wash of silver moonlight that spilled through fractured stained-glass, stood Amora. Crimson robed. Barefoot. Still.She didn’t turn when he entered. “You’re late.”Casian exhaled a dry breath through his nose. “You’re early.”Amora finally looked over her shoulder. Her smile was thin. “Couldn’t sleep. Must be the joy of pregnancy.”He didn’t rise to the bait.Casian’s boots echoed as he approached, slow and deliberate. He stopped beside her without ceremony, both of them facing the cold remains of the ballroom.“It worked,” she said. “They believed it.”“They had no reason not to.” Casian’s voice was

The poison was gone, the servant taken away for questioning, but the air in Grandma’s chamber still felt tight. The windows had been flung open, incense burned to drown out the lingering bitterness of near-death, but Kael could still taste the metallic fear on the back of his tongue.He sat quietly in the armchair by the hearth, blanket draped over his shoulders though the room wasn’t cold. His hands trembled slightly, not from the chill—but from the weight of everything pressing on his chest.Grandma stirred the tea kettle gently, though they both knew he wouldn't drink anything from the kitchens anytime soon. After a while, she spoke—not about the attempt, not about the fear, but about something deeper.“How long will you keep staying away from him?” she asked softly.Kael turned his head, eyes still puffy from earlier, but dry now. He didn’t respond.Grandma didn’t push, just walked over, setting the untouched kettle aside and sitting beside him. Her voice was gentle, like a lullab

Kael gasped.Alaric’s eyes snapped open.Kael’s hand flew to his belly.“Kael?” Alaric sat up instantly. “What is it—what’s wrong?”Kael’s face twisted. “I don’t… I don’t know, it’s—” His words choked off as another wave hit, sharper this time.A jolt of pain. Deep. Low. Wrong.Alaric was already on his feet, holding him. “Kael. Look at me. Hey—hey, breathe, baby. What’s going on?”But Kael didn’t answer. He curled into himself, breathing fast, clutching his stomach.And just like that, peace slipped through their fingers.“Is it hurting too much? Can you hang on for me to go get grandma?”“No,” Kael whispered, gripping Alaric’s hand when he tried to stand. “Don’t call for Grandma. Just… stay. Please. Just stay.”The urgency in his voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make Alaric freeze. Kael’s knuckles were white where they clutched his wrist. His breathing was labored, his brow glistening with sweat. But his eyes—those wide, haunted eyes—were begging.“Alright,” Alaric said gentl

(Kael’s POV)I didn’t remember walking out of Grandma’s room. My feet moved on their own. The echo of her words still clung to the walls of my chest, a heaviness I couldn’t name sinking deeper with every breath.Ask your mother who your father is.Ask whose blood runs through your veins.Ask whose soul you’re tied to.I sat on the edge of the bed in our—my—chamber, and stared at nothing. The bag Alaric brought sat unopened in the corner, and my palms were still cold. My chest… ached. But it wasn’t the pregnancy. It wasn’t even the aftermath of the tears I thought I was done crying.It was the confusion.I’d been raised by a woman who held my hand through nightmares, who fed me, clothed me, sacrificed for me. My mother was all I ever knew—everything I ever needed. I’d never cared that my father wasn’t in the picture. I didn’t ask questions. Not because I didn’t want to know, but because I trusted her. If he was gone, then maybe he should stay gone. That was my logic.Until that one mom

( Alaric’s POV)The numbers on the parchment blurred before my eyes.My office in the eastern wing of the chamber was silent save for the scratching of my quill, but my mind hadn’t been present for the last twenty minutes. I signed the same paper twice and read the same sentence five times.Because something was wrong.Deep in my bones, something clawed. My wolf was restless—pacing inside me. My mate.Kael.I exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand across my face. "He’s with his mother," I muttered to myself, trying to shove the dread back down. "Just a conversation. That’s all."But it had been over an hour.Kael said he’d be back soon. And he always came back soon.I shook my head and forced myself to refocus. These treaties wouldn’t write themselves, and the kingdom wouldn’t wait because I was emotionally constipated.Still—my hand trembled when I reached for the next document.And then I heard it.Silence.That cursed, pressing kind of silence that doesn't belong in a palace. Not in my ch