All Chapters of Bloodbound To The Alpha Beast: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

VAELThe snow had thickened overnight, swallowing the ruins of Drenhaven in a shroud of white. My boots crunched through the crusted layer, the air sharp with frost and rot. Smoke still bled from the husks of houses, black veins coiling into the pale morning sky.My men flanked me in silence, hackles raised, shoulders tight. The stench of iron and carrion clung to the air, but beneath it I caught another scent—human. Fresh.A snarl curved from my throat.“Spread,” I ordered, voice cutting like a blade. They obeyed, scattering between alleys and broken doorframes. I stalked forward, claws half-bared, ears pricked to every creak of timber, every crunch of snow.And then the silence shattered.Shouts split the air, steel rang against steel, and figures poured from the ruins—humans, not starved stragglers but armed men, their blades coated black. An ambush.I shifted before thought caught me, bones snapping, flesh tearing, the beast ripping free with a roar. Claws cut through the first ma

VAELTwo weeks.Two weeks since the words had left my mouth—words I should never have said. ‘I will take you whenever you want.’And he had not let me forget them for a single breath.Aurelian had turned it into a weapon, a chain heavier than the iron at his throat. Every day he reminded me. Some days with nothing more than a look—smug, daring, the faintest curve of his lips when our eyes met. Other times with words, muttered as though to himself, but pitched so I would hear.“You promised,” he would say as he leaned across the table, the firelight catching in his hair, making it gleam like a crown of thorns. Or: “Do wolves often speak empty vows? Or is it just their king?”When I ignored him, he pushed harder.One night, when I had dragged him close, grinding my cock against him just to see him break, he had only breathed out a soft laugh, tilted his head, and murmured against my mouth: “Still doesn’t change the fact that you’re stalling. Afraid I’ll find your city disappointing?”I

AURELIANIt had been days since that night, and I had grown very good at pretending I could forget him.My prison was no larger than his chamber; the iron at my wrists made any escape a farce, and yet I tried. Each time Vael crossed the threshold I turned my face away. Each time his voice sounded in the doorway I pretended to sleep until the world narrowed to the steady thud of my pulse. The chains clinked like a mocking metronome beneath every small, foolish step I took.The plan had been simple, at least in the private dark where I rehearsed revenge: pull him close, make him think I was his — let him fall for a prince laid out on furs and silk — and then crush him. Make him taste humiliation and pain the way my blood and people had tasted ash. Cold. Clean. I held it like armor.Instead I remembered the weight of his hands. The memory of his mouth on mine, rough and claiming. How my body had betrayed me — bold, blunt, utterly shameless. Gods, I had moaned beneath him like some common

AURELIANWhat in the heavens had I just agreed to?The words still rang in my skull, louder than the clink of the chains at my throat. Freedom. He had said it like a gift, like mercy carved into gold, and I—idiot, weak fool—had accepted.My body for his rut. My nights for the illusion of daylight.I could not stop the panic from climbing up my ribs. My heart beat wrong, my skin itched, and when Vael’s mouth came down on mine—hard, claiming, heavy with the weight of victory—I shoved him back with both hands.The growl that left him was low and dangerous. His eyes flashed, wolf-bright. “What now, little prince?”“I want—” The words tangled, desperate. “A bath.”He stared at me, lips wet from our kiss, chest rising with the kind of restraint that looked like it hurt him. “A bath,” he repeated, flat.“Yes.” I forced the word out like a blade. “Before you touch me.”For a heartbeat I thought he would tear me apart for it. But then his mouth twisted into a smile that was more threat than am

VAELI could not tell how many times I had claimed him. The hours had blurred, the night stretched long, and still the hunger inside me did not abate. His body, once rigid with protest, now yielded with shuddering moans that struck deeper into me than any blade could.Each time I pushed him down, he opened. Each time I dragged him back onto my cock, he took me deeper, trembling, begging, though the shame in his voice lingered. The chains were gone, yet he clung to me as though I were the very weight that bound him.“Good,” I growled against his neck, my teeth grazing the pale skin slick with sweat. “You’re learning. You take me better each time.”He whimpered, face buried in the pillows, and I laughed low, cruel, and hungry. My hands slid over his waist, pulling him up, forcing him onto his knees. His spine arched beneath my grip, slender and pale, trembling with strain as I drove into him again.“On your knees, little prince,” I rasped, jerking his hips until he obeyed. “I want you t