All Chapters of Bloodbound To The Alpha Beast: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

AURELIANSmoke filled the shattered halls of my father’s palace. The scent of burning wood and spilled blood filled the air, untill it was suffocating, tightening, pressing into my lungs like ropes. I stepped over the corpse of a guard, his lifeless eyes staring at nothing, his sword still clutched in his stiffening fingers. He had fought to the last breath, but it hadn’t been enough. It never would have been.The kingdom had already fallen.The sound of battle had faded to an still silence, broken only by the crackle of flames licking at the tapestries and the far cries of the dying. I knew without looking that my father was among them. The throne he had spent his life defending lay abandoned behind me, its gold stained crimson, its ruler gone.He had been a cruel man, but he had been mine. And now he was dead.Boots echoed through the ruined chamber, but I did not move. I turned slowly, the heaviness of iron shackles biting into my wrists, my breath coming steady despite the danger

VAELThe ride back to Velmir was quiet, too quiet.The kind of silence that only existed when something dangerous was about to happen. I could feel it pressing at the edges of my mind. My wolf, clawing at me, desperate, demanding to be heard. The scent of him—Aurelian—still filled in the air. Sweet, intoxicating, too fucking sweet. It was stronger than anything I’d ever smelled, even stronger than an omega in heat begging to be breed. The scent wrapped around me like heat, a heat that made me want to rip through anyone who ever dared to come near him.I didn’t glance back at him. My eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but my mind? The gods know It kept wandering back to the moment I opened the tent. His scent hit me too hard, and then it wasn’t just the scent.It was the pull.My wolf snarled inside of me, trying to rip through my skin, clawing to get out. I wanted to feel it, feel him—claim him. There was no controlling it. No fighting it. It burned in my chest, my soul, a hunger I ha

AURELIANThe moment our eyes met, I knew I’d made a mistake.I had stumbled into hell. And the devil had lifted his head to greet me.Vael’s golden gaze burned through the tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin, pinning me where I stood. His pupils flared, sharp and bestial, like some ancient creature had risen to peer through his eyes.The woman beneath him arched, moaning as she clung to his back, hips rising to meet the ruthless rhythm of his body, but he no longer moved. He stilled inside her, one hand gripping her waist, the other tangled in the hair of the man pressed against his chest. And yet… all his attention was on me.His lips parted around a breath, slow and heavy. His gaze did not waver.And then, he moved.I turned too late.The door hadn’t even swung halfway shut when his body crashed into mine, all bare skin and heat. The weight of us slammed the wood closed behind me, and my face struck it hard enough to bite the inside of my lip. Blood bloomed against my tongue.The

VAELThe scent dragged me from my chambers like a chain tightening around my spine. It hung heavy in the air—at first faint, like blood steeped in dark wine, but growing stronger the closer I came to the dungeons. His scent. Raw and unclean, saturated with salt, shame, and something darker, something twisted.Desire.Twisted, muted, tangled in guilt—but desire, all the same.I already knew what I’d find before the heavy iron door creaked open. Still, the sight struck something raw inside me.He hung from the wall, wrists cuffed in iron, arms stretched above his head, body bowed with exhaustion. His tunic clung damply to his thighs, stained dark where shame had soaked into the fabric, a silent testimony to what his body had betrayed in the dark, alone, dreaming.The flickering torchlight caught the slow rise and fall of his chest. His head hung low, silent. But I saw the way his breath hitched, the trembling of his fingers, the stiffening of his spine. He knew I was there. Knew I was w