All Chapters of Blood Bound to my Bully Vampire Brothers : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cassian’s POVMy brothers and I were losing our damn minds.There was no freaking way Elias or Caius could’ve messed up this badly. That passageway was locked with blood-binding seals. It was forbidden and Off-limits. What was worse is that the cursed wing was laced with pure silver lining and those god-awful daylight bulbs the King insisted on installing for aesthetics. One step inside and any of us would burn like fried chicken.I leaned against the cold stone pillar, trying not to pace a hole into the floor. Elias looked as pale as a ghost—though that wasn’t saying much, considering we were all pale as hell—but there was a particular kind of defeat on his face I hadn’t seen before.“She’s really in there,” Elias mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “I... I think we have to tell Dad.”I snapped my head toward him. “Hell no.”Caius, the ever quiet one, finally spoke, his voice tense. “If we don’t, she might get herself killed. You don't know what kind of thing that guy might’ve

Cassian’s POVMy stepmother was crying so hard that the entire west wing of the manor felt like it was suffocating under her grief. I hated the sound. It was soft, yet it clawed at my ears like a scream. She was a human. A weak, broken one at that. But still, her sobs had enough power to pull Father from his council meeting with the clan heads and send him storming toward the dungeon like he actually gave a damn and maybe he did, Maybe she reminded him of the last human he cared about—my mother. The one who bled to death while he played leader to a kingdom built on ashes and guilt. I wanted to follow him, of course. Not because I cared. That’s the part I keep telling myself. Over and over. Like a mantra, I didn’t care. Not about her or the way Elias looked at her when he thought no one was watching, or the way Dante all but growled whenever her name came up. I wasn’t one of them. I was smarter and colder. I knew better than to want something t

Raven’s POVDinner in the mansion was always a tense affair, but tonight, the atmosphere was suffocating. The grand dining hall, with its high ceilings and ornate chandeliers, felt more like a courtroom than a place for family meals. Earlier that day, I had returned to my room only to find it in disarray. My clothes were strewn across the floor, my shoes were tossed like they fought against each other and drawers were left open. Panic surged through me as I rushed to check on my notebook—the only place I could confide my thoughts since my phone had been confiscated. Relief washed over me when I found it untouched, hidden beneath a pile of clothes. It seemed that while they enjoyed tormenting me, they hadn't discovered my most treasured possession.My mother had attempted to speak with me before dinner. Her knock on the door was soft and hesitant."Raven, can we talk?" she asked as her voice tinged with guilt.I opened the door just enough to see her face. "Unless you're here to apol

Raven’s POV The last few days had been... almost peaceful, well maybe and it was all thanks to Jerome. He was sweet in a way that felt oddly natural, like he had always been meant to exist in the quiet spaces of my life. He drove me to school in his expensive black Charger Lexus his father gave to him, he teased me when I brooded too much and cracked the kind of dry jokes that made my lips tug into reluctant smiles. He didn’t treat me like glass or look at me like a freak; he wanted to jump on like my other brothers. He promised me New York after I told him my predicaments on how I ended here and he promised me we would find the portal that could break the invisible chains tying me here. He was just like Noah, pretty sweet and homely, not like the unhinged savage Psychos that were waiting for me like a prey to tear me apart. Tonight was supposed to be the day we would cross the invisible border, since he's really familiar with

Raven’s POVI was too embarrassed to say a word as I quickly pulled my hoodie down and pretended like I was just sitting there minding my business. My heart was still pounding from the aftermath of what I had just done, the way I had shamelessly driven myself over the edge thinking about the very people I hated the most. Jerome stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes locked onto me like he could see straight through every single lie forming in my head. I jerked the sheet up over my trembling body, but it was too late. He’d seen all of it. Jerome’s voice was low and rough, scraping across the silence. “Were you thinking about them?” I flinched like he’d slapped me. “What—no—” I stammered, pulling the sheet tighter with my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. He took a slow step into the room, shutting the door behind him wi