Semua Bab BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer: Bab 1 - Bab 10

DECLANThe sound of my bike was a soothing lullaby to my broken soul. I revved it up a little more just because I could, enjoying the snarl of the engine. I watched the judgmental glares of the old, wrinkled men as I parked my baby in front of the massive gates and stepped down.Giving the side of my bike an affectionate tap, I gave it a kiss, and dropped my metallic blue helmet on the seat and turned to face the home of the man that took everything away from me.Rhett Blackwood.Even the name alone tasted like ash in my mouth, and worst of all, I was forced to bond with him today. A mate bond. One decided by an outdated law and the same sniveling fools who were walking a little too close behind me. If my sorry excuse of a step brother hadn’t tried to sell me off, maybe I wouldn’t be here. But alas, I was perpetually surrounded by fools.I could kill them all where they stood. Eviscerate them and end their sad, sorry lives, drenching this tower in the same blood they so casually traf

DECLANI hated this. Hated the fact that I was an omega now more than ever. I pulled against the chains holding me down, hoping that it’ll break or something, but none of that was happening. I wasn’t at my full strength, but I knew that even if I was, these binds weren’t going to budge.A part of me screamed to kill him—to tear him limb from limb with my claws, to drive a knife into the smug bastard's chest and actually complete the job of killing him. But my body, the traitorous, untrustworthy shit, melted at his touch. It hurt for him, pulsing in rhythm with each stroke of his fingers on my burning skin.He was right. The heat was suffocating me and if I didn’t let him complete the bind, I was going to die.Pathetic. I really didn’t envision myself dying in such a humiliating way.I despised him for it. Despised that my pride had to fight against instincts that didn’t care about who he was or what he’d done to my family. The only thing my body understood at that very moment was that

Rhett's POVHe didn’t stop when I entered.His wrist was gripping the base of his cock, stroking with the kind of focus only desperation could produce. He didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. His eyes met mine and held there, burning bright with defiance—and something darker. He was baiting me again, but this time, not with his mouth.With his body.The chain still locked around his ankles clinked softly as he shifted to spread his legs wider, hips rolling upward as if to show me what I’d already taken. What I could take again. He knew exactly what he was doing.And it worked.I stepped forward, slowly, deliberately. There was no rush. He wanted a reaction—he was going to get one.“Is that for me?” I asked as I stopped at the edge of the bed, stripping my shirt from my body and letting it fall to the floor. My voice was quiet, calm, but there was no warmth in it. Only ice.“I don’t see anyone else here,” he said, voice low and rough, his jaw clenched tight.I reached forward and gripped his

Declan's POVI’d woken alone.The scent of him still clung to the sheets—raw sex, smoke, blood, and whatever that damn cologne was he wore that sank straight into my bloodstream like poison. My body ached. My head throbbed. I felt both fucked and furious.And my ankles were still bound.Rhett hadn’t even bothered with a blanket. Just left me bare, used, and chained, as if I were nothing more than a problem stored for later. My heat had broken sometime in the early hours—what was left now was just exhaustion and the sharp edge of my pride screaming at me not to be weak.He wanted me to beg.He wanted me compliant.He was going to die disappointed.The restraints were silver-reinforced, of course. Not enough to burn, but enough to sap my strength every time I tried to shift. I’d already tried once after he left, hoping the bond hadn’t completely locked itself in place. But even with my wrists free, the moment I tried to snap the chain with a surge of strength, something in my spine reco

Rhett's POVThe air was cold this morning.Good. I liked it that way.The cold woke the senses. It stripped away pretense and laziness. Nothing sluggish survived the bite of a pre-dawn chill, not even me. Especially not me.The sky was still bleeding grey when I stepped out onto the training grounds, sleeves rolled, boots grounded in frost. My shirt clung to me, already damp from the jog it took to get here, and my knuckles ached with anticipation. Killian was already there, stretching, his stance sharp as ever. Nikolai, of course, arrived late—but only by a minute. Probably on purpose. He liked flair.They didn’t speak when I joined them.They didn’t need to.We trained in silence.Blades drawn. Boots grounded. Sweat already beginning to bead beneath our brows. The first strike came fast—Killian lunging low, aiming for my thigh, but I pivoted, spun, and countered before he even reset his stance. Nikolai watched, lips curled in that same amused smirk he always wore when someone was ab