Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bloodbound To The Alpha Beast: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

VAELThe trees still smoked when we reached the clearing.Ash clung to my cloak, bitter in my nose. Behind us, the village ruins still burned low on the horizon—little more than black shapes hunched in the dying light. I ordered the pack to make camp here, far enough from the charred scent of blood to breathe, close enough to return before dawn.The wolves scattered. Tents were raised. Horses tethered. Weapons sharpened in silence.I dismounted.Aurelian slid from the saddle slower, wrists still chained to my saddle strap, jaw tight from the long ride. He didn’t speak. Didn’t stumble. He was learning.Good.“Bring him to my tent,” I said coldly.Two soldiers moved forward, but the growl in my throat stopped them.“I said I’ll handle him.”They bowed their heads and backed away. I jerked the chain. Aurelian followed, silent.The tent was dark canvas, pitched near the cliffside. Inside, it smelled of leather, pine, and wet stone. A thick fur was thrown over the floor. No bed. No fire.J

AURELIANIt didn’t make a sound as it moved, just glided, too fast, too smooth. Its limbs bent backward, mouth gaping wide, teeth crooked like rusted nails.Vael met it mid-air. No blade. No shift. Just fury.He slammed it into the earth with a force that rattled my bones, then tore its throat out with his bare teeth. Blood sprayed across the moss, steaming in the cold.Another came. Then two more behind it.Vael turned with a snarl. His claws erupted mid-motion, long and gleaming, and one swing opened a chest from shoulder to gut.The forest erupted around him.He shifted—not smoothly, not with grace, but violently, bones breaking and reforming as fur burst from his skin. His body convulsed, spine snapping into shape as the Alpha form took hold. Massive, black, ancient. Half-wolf, half-god.He roared.The trees trembled.And then he moved.He tore through them with savagery. One creature’s spine snapped beneath his jaws. Another fell in three pieces, ribs torn out with a twist of his

VAELThe gates were open before I reached them.I didn’t slow.The courtyard flared to life with footsteps, urgent voices, the shuffle of guards and servants blinking against dawn. None of them mattered. I crossed the threshold blood-soaked, bare-chested, my boots trailing ice and ash.He was in my arms, limp and fevered, the prince of a fallen kingdom bundled in torn furs and dying heat.They parted for me without a word. Good. I wasn’t in the mood to repeat myself.“Call the healers,” I snarled. My voice cracked the quiet like a whip. “Now.”The first wolf who met my eyes backed away with a bowed head. The scent of fear rippled through the air—sharp and bitter.Then Elias appeared.He stumbled into view from the outer stairs, jaw tight, face bruised, blood still crusted down one side of his neck.“We were ambushed by the humans. We saw you fall,” he said, breathless. “Off the cliff—we thought—”I turned my head.He stopped speaking.Something in my eyes silenced him. Good. I didn’t

VAELThe boy beneath me gasped, spent and trembling, but my eyes were locked on Aurelian—legs still spread, still gripping that pale thing like a lifeline or a weapon.His glare burned with a fire I was used to seeing.“You hold him like you enjoy my taking,” I said, voice low, dragging a rough edge through the quiet. I pulled free, my blood pounding, not just from the rut swelling beneath my skin, but from the way Aurelian’s scent hit me: sharp, fevered, tangled with that wrong sweetness.The boy whimpered softly, and I didn’t look at him again.Aurelian’s eyes never left mine.I hated how that unsettled me.I stood, muscles aching from the primal violence just spent. My cock still throbbed, stubborn and angry, but the hunger was replaced by a cold twist of possession.I stepped forward, keeping my gaze trained on Aurelian. His hands didn’t loosen from the boy’s shoulders. If anything, his grip tightened.“I hold him because you fucked him like a beast who’s never known a warm body b

AURELIANI should have turned my face, should have bitten him until his mouth bled, until he reeled back and remembered whose friend’s head had rolled at his feet, whose kingdom he had brought to his knees. Soron’s laugh still echoed in my skull, the thud of his head hitting stone still reverberated in my bones.But I didn’t pull away.I let him take it. Let him drink from me like a man parched, gasping in my mouth as if I were breath itself.His hand gripped the iron at my wrist, the other at my jaw, forcing my face toward his with bruising strength. I thought of Soron’s body, of the way Vael had looked at me after killing him—like my pain was wine, like my grief was a feast. Hatred burned in me like molten ore.And yet… I parted my lips.His groan vibrated against my throat, low and raw, the sound of a beast starved and broken. He pressed closer, body trembling, heat bleeding through soft silk. His breath was ragged, tainted with copper. The wound at his side leaked down my chest wh