All Chapters of Bound to the Enemy’s Bed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The cold bite of the night air clung to Elaria’s skin as Draven’s hand closed around hers, pulling her deeper into the shadows of the pine-lined ridge. Behind them, the sounds of distant pursuit—low howls and the faint thud of boots—tangled with the pounding of her own heartbeat. Every instinct in her screamed to run faster, but Draven’s grip anchored her, steady and commanding.“Stay with me,” his voice was a low growl, vibrating through the dark like something dangerous and unshakable. His eyes, molten gold even in the dim moonlight, flicked over her face, scanning for signs of weakness.“I am,” she whispered, though her legs burned, each step heavier than the last. She could feel her pulse in her ears, in the bruise blooming across her ribs from earlier.Draven’s wolf instincts were sharp tonight—too sharp. She could sense it in the rigid set of his shoulders, in the way his scent darkened with that stormy, territorial heat she’d come to recognize. His protective drive was coiled t

The first scream split the night like a jagged tear in the fabric of the world.It came from somewhere beyond the treeline — sharp, guttural, and cut short by the wet sound of something tearing. Draven’s head snapped toward it instantly, his molten-gold eyes blazing. One hand went to the hilt of the curved blade at his hip, the other motioning Elaria to stay behind him.But Elaria didn’t stay behind. She felt the surge of power in the air — that strange, metallic taste of imminent death — and instinct flared hotter than reason. She was already moving when the first shadow broke through the trees.The creature that lunged at them wasn’t quite wolf and wasn’t quite man — its jaw was too long, its claws too hooked, and its eyes were an unnatural shade of glowing red. It didn’t hesitate; it simply launched itself at Draven with a snarl that rattled Elaria’s bones.Draven’s blade caught the moonlight a fraction of a second before it caught the creature’s throat. He twisted, dragging the st

The snowstorm had turned the world into a white blur, and for a moment, the battlefield felt like it was swallowing sound itself. The only things that cut through the muffled silence were the clang of steel, the crunch of boots in the snow, and the deep, primal growls of wolves locked in a deadly struggle.Draven was a black streak against the storm, molten gold eyes fixed ahead as he tore through the enemy line. His claws raked down a rogue’s chest in a spray of crimson, his body moving with terrifying precision. Every strike was a promise, every lunge a vow—nothing and no one would get past him.But behind him, Elaria’s voice called out his name, breaking through the chaos like a bell in the fog.He turned sharply—too sharply—and that split second cost him. A rogue came at him from the side, jaws snapping, but before Draven could counter, a silver blur struck first.Elaria.Her wolf form moved with speed that made his chest tighten. She hit the rogue hard enough to knock it into the

The battlefield still stank of blood and ash, but the silence that followed the Bone Beast’s death was more dangerous than the fight itself. Wolves padded in restless circles, hackles raised, ears twitching at every sound from the ruined Gate. The snow was scorched black where blood had spilled, and though the night was clear, the moon’s light felt muted—as though even the heavens feared what had just been unleashed.Draven held Elaria in his arms, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack bone. Her head rested against his chest, her breath shallow but steady, and he would not let go. He couldn’t—not when the thought of losing her still clawed at him like a nightmare he hadn’t yet escaped.Then came the voice that cut through the silence like a blade.“Elaria.”Draven turned his head, his wolf already growling low in his throat. Rhyven stood at the edge of the circle, his furs torn, his eyes blazing like fire against the snow. The Beta staggered forward, clutching a wound at his side, bu

The fall had no end.Darkness swallowed them whole, thick and suffocating, but it wasn’t silence—it was screaming. Voices clawed at Elaria’s ears, some begging, some cursing, some crying for a mercy that never came. Her hands clutched at Draven’s chest with a desperation that left her knuckles white, terrified that if she let go for even a heartbeat, the void would rip him from her.Draven’s arms locked around her, anchoring her even as his own body trembled with the strain. His wolf’s growl reverberated in his chest, low and feral, trying to drown out the endless whispers.Mine. Mine. Mine.It was the only thing keeping her sane.Then, suddenly—impact.They crashed onto hard stone, the air knocked from their lungs. Elaria’s cheek scraped against rough ground, her body still clinging to Draven’s. She gasped, choking on air that stank of ash and metal.When she forced her eyes open, the world around them made her heart seize.They stood on a plain of black stone, cracked and glowing fa