All Chapters of Bound to the Enemy’s Bed: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

By daybreak, the Kaelith mountains were covered in snow like a cloak for a funeral. The stronghold, however, was already awake—buzzing, tense, as though each stone could smell the impending danger.And deep within its cold heart, Elaria sat by the fire she hadn’t lit.She hadn’t slept. She couldn’t.The shard’s memory still lived inside her—the beast, the bloodline, the sigil burned into a child’s skin. She could feel it now every time Draven walked near her. Not just his wolf… but something older. Hungrier.And yet, when he touched her—her body didn’t flinch.That was the worst betrayal of all.She was supposed to hate him. The Alpha who burned her people’s fields. The enemy who caged her like a prized secret.But now… he was also the man whose voice cracked when he whispered her name.The man who held her like she was something he feared losing more than anything else.And in her belly, something else stirred.No. Not yet. She wasn’t ready for that thought.The knock was soft this t

The fortress was burning.Not with fire—but with light.It seeped into the mountain's very bones like molten gold, pouring through every crevice in the old stone walls. Under it, even the wolves in the lower dens whined, and the air pulsed with a rhythmic, otherworldly hum.Elaria stumbled backward, her vision dazzled. Her hand—still dripping blood from where she’d sealed their bond—tingled, then went numb.Draven was glowing.Not just his eyes. His skin. His chest. His veins. From within, a bright fire illuminated him, illuminating each scar on his torso and gilding the lines of muscle. His Alpha brand, the jagged scar in the middle of his chest, started to change before her eyes, turning into something older.Something divine.Valec hissed, recoiling like a creature burned by the sun. His cloak snapped in the windless chamber, and the wolves behind him snarled in confusion, some dropping to a knee. One began to howl—a high, broken sound of instinctive submission.Draven took a breat

The Night Without WindThe fortress did not sleep.Not because of celebration—there was none—but because every wolf, every guard, every servant could feel it: the shift in the air. The sensation that something had been set in motion and could no longer be stopped.The wind had died completely. Not a leaf moved in the trees beyond the walls. Even the river, usually a restless murmur beneath the cliffs, seemed to have fallen silent, as if it too was holding its breath.Elaria stood on the balcony outside Draven’s chambers, unable to keep still.Her skin burned with a strange warmth—not fever, not the bond—something older. Something deeper. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the Gate beneath the mountain, the runes burning, her name written in blood that never dried.Behind her, the Alpha stirred.The Alpha’s Return“Elaria.”His voice was rough, as if it had scraped its way up from the depths. She turned to see Draven leaning against the carved bedframe, a loose black shirt hanging

The Bone Gate slammed shut behind them with a hollow, final sound that echoed through the stone passageway. For a moment, the only thing Elaria could hear was her own breath—ragged, uneven—mingling with Draven’s low, rumbling growl.His body blocked most of the dim light filtering through the crack in the gate, casting her into shadow. Her heart was still thundering from the chase, but something else was roaring through her veins now—hot, dizzying, and dangerous.Draven didn’t step back. If anything, he loomed closer, one palm braced against the wall beside her head, the other curled lightly around her hip, as though even now he couldn’t bring himself to let go.“You ran too close to the river,” he said, his voice rough, wolf still bleeding through the edges. “If I hadn’t caught you—”“You would have what? Let me drown?” Elaria’s voice trembled, but it wasn’t from fear.His golden eyes flared brighter in the shadows. “I would have dragged you back, kicking and screaming, before I let

The first rogue came through low and fast, its fur a matted mess, teeth bared, eyes glowing with hunger. It didn’t hesitate—it lunged straight for Draven.Elaria barely had time to gasp before Draven moved, catching the wolf mid-air with a force that seemed impossible in such a narrow space. His claws raked across its flank, sending it yelping into the wall.But another shadow was already in the tunnel. Then another.Draven’s stance widened, his body angled to shield her completely. “I told you—behind me,” he growled, never taking his eyes off the enemy.She stayed there, back pressed against the wall, the cold stone biting into her spine. She wanted to argue, to remind him she wasn’t helpless—but the truth was, right now, she was glad he was between her and whatever was coming.The next wolf tried to dart past him toward her, and that’s when she saw the change—the flash of light down Draven’s arms, the sudden hardening of his features into something more primal. His teeth lengthened.