บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Crown Prince: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

⚠️ Content WarningThis story contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, BDSM elements, violence, and scenes of power exchange. It is intended for adult readers (18+) only. Reader discretion is advised.Edrian's POV“Get up, slave. You’ve been chosen.” The guard kicked me in the belly."Ahhh," I screamed as the sharp pain hit me in my lower abdomen, dragging me out of the little sleep i was just getting.My muscles were already aching from the hard labor of the day, from hauling crates, scrubbing floors, and taking lashes for another man's mistakes.I didn't bother to ask who chose me because i already know whoA knot twisted low in my stomach. “Tonight?” I asked, keeping my voice flat and emotionless."If you ask me that stupid question one more time, you will regret it," the guard said, almost whipping me with the lash in his hand.I immediately shut up because, of course, i knew better than to ask such question. I slowly stood up with fear in my chest. This was not the firs

Xander’s POV“Bring the wounded inside!”The shouts rang through the courtyard of DarkMoonCrest as guards ran. My head was still spinning over what had just happened. The chaos of the auction, the burn of the mate bond flaring like wildfire in my veins, and then, him. That damned slave, that cursed slave.Edrian. That was what his slave friend called him.I could see his eyes of puzzlement the instant the stupid mate bond snapped between us. The voice of his wolf calling to mine in its outstretched raw need. And I stiffened like ice and turned my back on something as empty as air. Since that is all I required him to be. Nothing.But before I could take a breath, he had done the unthinkable.Just as the assassin was about to draw back the crossbow, I made out a faint gleam of steel, but before I could act, Edrian changed figures, his body snapped his wolf form with a swiftness that was very surprising. He launched himself in front of me.The arrow tore into his side. Wolfbane. A kil

Edrian's POVA tall man with broad shoulders led the way through the east wing of the palace, quietly. His feet were heavy and confident, mine were soundless and unsure, and the marble floors balanced the reality of our inequalities. He came to a stop in front of a tall oak door and turned to me in a more gentle attitude of face than I was prepared to receive."This is your chamber," he said, calmly, almost kindly." When you want anything, be it...food, or clothes, or directions, you call on me. My name Korran.”I looked at him blankly in surprise."You are nice to me!" was all I could manage to bring say."People confuse gentleness with weakness." He laughed, his enormous arms clasped. "You saved the life of a prince, and that does not necessarily mean that serving him as an assistant will be a piece of cake. He is not a simple man.” His eyes passed over me as if he were considering whether I was tough enough to last here. "You will grow to tolerate it, however." After he had left

Xander's POVThe palace never slept. Not really. Even at midnight, its marble veins carried whispers, echoing footsteps, the restless pulse of wolves pretending at civility, but in my private chamber, silence reigned, thick and suffocating. The kind of silence that makes a man hear things he doesn’t want to.Like the way Feris growled in the back of my skull. Like the way Edrian’s scent clung to my lungs long after he left a room. That maddening scent of his, i could smell him from a mile and it drives me crazy every fucking time. I should have crushed it, I should have driven the bond into the ground the way I did every other weakness by just rejecting him once and for all, but instead, I fed it with my refusal. I ignored him, avoided him, punished myself with restraint… but restraint was beginning to feel like a noose.And tonight, he was supposed to be here earlier but he was late.The door creaked open. He stepped inside timidly, dark hair mussed, his frame too thin for the heavy

Xander's POVEdrian’s eyes had lingered too long.That single look, the hurt that flared and then dimmed into something more raw, had branded itself in my mind.He hadn’t said a word when he met Amber sprawled in my sheets, panting, still trying to claim what she thought belonged to her. He didn’t shout, didn’t accuse, he just… looked.His wolf’s whimper had carried to mine, faint but sharp, a knife under the skin.And then he left.I had ordered Amber out afterward, snapping at the way he talked to Edrian. I am the only one who could treat him badly.Disgust curled up in my throat at the way she had spoken to Edrian. She thought it was power, what we shared. It wasn’t. It was a performance. A shield.If Edrian believed I didn’t care, then maybe I could believe it too.But his eyes haunted me.So when Kael arrived that morning, sweeping into the council chamber like he owned it, the last thing I expected was for my half-brother’s smile to hook directly toward Edrian.“Who’s this?” Kae