All Chapters of Blood Bound to my Bully Vampire Brothers : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cassian's POV I helped Dante to his feet, watching his body tense with a barely contained rage. His jaw clenched, the veins in his neck was bulging as he seethed, trying to rein in the chaos building inside of him. We’d barely had a moment to process what had just happened when Dante started talking with his words coming out in a low growl that vibrated with deadly intent. “Jerome’s a shapeshifter, Cass,” Dante muttered, his voice rough with fury. “A pure-blooded vampire hunter who’s got dark powers. The kind of shit that can burn the world down if he's left unchecked.” He paused, looking at me in the eyes with a cold fire that sent a shiver down my spine. “I don't know what he turned to in that dungeon but he's going to use Raven for some sick ritual. I don’t care what it takes but we need to stop him.” I felt my stomach twist as the full weight of Dante’s words hit me. A shapeshifter and a pure-blood vampire hunter? My mind raced in uncertainty, processing the implications

Raven's POVMy heart hammered in my chest, and every breath I took felt too shallow. I wanted to scream and claw at him, tear away from his iron grip, but his hand on my mouth stifled the sound before it even left my throat. He was too strong, too fucking strong. His body pressed against mine, every movement calculated, controlled. “Where do you think you’re going?” Cassian’s voice was low with a growl in the back of his throat as he dragged me into the underbrush.My heart raced as panic surged in my chest. I tried to scream, but his hand clamped down on my mouth, cutting off any sound and I couldn’t see what was happening, but I felt his grip tightening, his body pinning me against the rough bark of a tree.“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Raven,” he murmured into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. The warmth of his body against mine was both intoxicating and terrifying. “You think I don’t know the shit you’re carrying? The

Raven’s POVI could still feel his fingers between my thighs, the sensation of what Cassian had done lingering on my skin was like a fever I couldn’t sweat out. His mouth had found places no one else had dared to touch in a place like this and how I hated him—hated every damn part of him. But the worst part was melting under his touch like I’d been waiting for it. I could hear the chaos unraveling behind us, the sound of twigs cracking, flesh thudding, bodies colliding. Screams… growls… snarls.And yet, all I could do was pant against Cassian's neck, my body caged in his hold like I was to break if he leaves me alone.My mind warred with my body, screaming at me. “You can’t trust him,” the voice in my head yelled. “But god, you want more,” the traitorous whisper replied.He kissed the side of my neck, just under my ear. It wasn’t tender but primal and possessive. “He’s not what you think he is, Raven,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “Jerome… he’s not just a vampire.”I

Raven’s POVBy the time we got back to the mansion it was quiet.It was the kind of silence that wrapped around your throat and threatened to choke you, like the entire building was holding its breath, waiting for someone to scream. I could feel every eye on me the second I stepped through the grand double doors, covered in dried blood and forest dust, Elias’s hand still tightly wrapped around mine.They were all there—Cassian leaning against a marble pillar with his arms crossed and a fresh gash along his temple, Dante was seated on the velvet couch, still bruised and bloodied but very much alive, thank god. The King stood near the fireplace, his golden cloak draped across one shoulder, his expression thunderous.And then…My mother was already rushing toward me the moment I stepped in, eyes red from crying, lips trembling with words she hadn’t even formed yet. “Raven,” she whispered.But before she could touch me, I flinched hard. My entire body recoiled like she was on fire and I w

Cassian’s POVI didn't like what was brewing within me that definitely looked like guilt. The foreign ache of it sat like heavily in my chest, uncomfortable, and fucking annoying.I didn’t move when she cried or flinch when I saw her on the floor, covered in blood, bruises bloomed across her skin and I ignored every instinct that was screaming at me to go to her, to pull her into my arms and rip those girls apart piece by piece for laying a single hand on her.But I didn’t because that’s not who th fuck I am, especially not for her.The car ride back was silent as we didn't know what to feel, webjust watched the girl we tried so hard to save from Jerome being bullied and battered to nothing. Elias clenched his fists the whole time, his jaw tight and Dante stared out the window like he was trying to calm the storm brewing in his skull.And me?I sat still, hands folded, back straight, staring at the blood on my knu