All Chapters of Bound By Love And Prophecy : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jessica's POV"Is she awake?""Not yet. I think she hit her head hard pretty when we dropped her.""Damn it. She's been out too long already. If she wakes, take her to the throne room. The king wants to see her."The voices faded, followed by the echo of footsteps departing into the distance.How long had I been unconscious?A cold shiver raced through me as I forced my eyes open. The room I was in was a dungeon—dark, damp, and deathly silent. My wrists and ankles were shackled to the stone floor with thick, rusted chains, and the only source of light came from a single dim bulb swaying from the ceiling. Its weak glow barely illuminated the cracked walls and moss creeping through the corners.I blinked away the haze clouding my mind.The last thing I remembered was… the fight.I had stabbed a Vampire. After that, then… darkness. Everything had happened too fast.One moment, I was with Michael. Just the thought of him made my chest ache. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted him—ne

Jessica's POVA storm of questions raged in my mind.Who was this woman standing before me—this witch? How did she know Rose?And what did she mean when she said Rose had been useful?My legs felt like they were made of stone, but I forced myself to stand. Every nerve in my body screamed in fear, yet my voice came out steady."How the hell do you know Rose?" I asked, sharper this time.Her lips curved into a smile, but it wasn’t warm—it was a blade disguised as a grin."Just like I know you, Jessica," she said softly, her voice a cruel caress.I blinked, confused. "That doesn’t answer my question," I said through gritted teeth. "Tell me how you knew her."She let out a long, exaggerated sigh like she was already bored."Fine," she muttered.In the blink of an eye, she vanished from where she stood—and reappeared, lounging on the wooden throne next to Dylan's as though it belonged to her. She crossed her legs elegantly, drumming her long fingers on the armrest."I first met Rose ni

Jessica's POVI swallowed hard, the weight of Violet's words crashing down on me like an earthquake.The puzzle pieces were finally clicking into place, but one question still burned at the back of my mind.Why was she telling me all of this?"So now what?" I asked, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. "What do you want from me?"A slow, almost indulgent smile crept across Violet’s face. “I told you, Jessica. I need you.”“For what?” Dylan's voice cut through the tension like a blade. His amber eyes burned with suspicion. "I thought you wanted me to bring her here for some twisted family reunion, but now it's getting confusing. Besides, wasn’t she the reason the wolves attacked us?"Violet tilted her head, the smile never leaving her lips. "Yes. She was."I clenched my fists. “But why? Was it so terrible to be a mixed breed?” My voice cracked, and I hated the way it sounded.I wanted to know why Michael's father and the council wanted me dead so badly.Her violet eyes

Jessica's POVThe sight before me was a nightmare made flesh.Rebecca stood there—or what was left of her—a horrifying blend of human and wolf.Fur sprouted in patches along one side of her body, clinging to a skeletal human frame, while the other half remained human in skin but warped by the twisted structure of a wolf. She was caught between two forms, and the result was something neither wolf nor human, but a horrifying mixture of both forms—caught in a painful, twisted limbo.A broken whisper escaped her lips.“Please… Jessica.”Her voice cracked, and tears—red, not clear—slid down her cheeks, staining her already bloodied skin. “Help… me.”I felt a sting at the corners of my eyes, but I forced the tears back. Now wasn’t the time to break.“What did you do to her?” I demanded, my voice sharp and shaking.Violet chuckled softly as she moved forward, dragging her fingers lightly over the fur on Rebecca’s shoulder.“I think you mean,” she murmured, “what am I... doing... to her?”C

Jessica's POVMy heart pounded against my ribcage. "What are you going to do?" I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer.Her smile deepened. "You’ll see," she said softly, a cruel contrast to the horror clawing at my chest.Her hand drifted to the neckline of her dress, and from the hollow between her collarbones, she pulled out the vial. Small, dark, and swirling with a sickly crimson liquid, it gleamed under the dim torchlight. The runes etched into its surface seemed alive, shifting and curling like snakes on her fingertips."You know," Violet mused, gently removing the lid and inhaling the scent of my blood. "Every single thing I’ve done—every lie, every spell, every death—was for this moment."Her voice wavered, not with regret, but with something more dangerous—obsession."After the fight with your people," she began softly, "I walked into the throne room, searching for Scarlet. I thought if I found her, I’d find answers. But all I found was her body—lifeless and