All Chapters of BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rhett’s POVThe council chamber reeked of tension—thick, suffocating, and sharp like iron. I sat at the head of the obsidian table, every pair of eyes darting between me and the man who now knelt in chains before us—Varric. His face was bruised, his lip split open, and his gray cloak was shredded, revealing bloodied skin beneath. Killan had dragged him in without mercy, and I wasn’t in the mood to extend any.Twelve chairs encircled the polished black table. Each seat was occupied. Zev leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his silver rings catching the light, his stormy gaze locked on Varric. Kade, always calm, sat back with his arms folded, jaw clenched. Azar… he was already seething, fists tight, shoulders coiled with fury.And the others—each a leader in their region, each someone who had known Varric for decades. There was Sylas with his sharp tongue and colder heart, Maelik with his signature amber cloak and calculating eyes, Kaelen, tall and rough-spoken, wh

Rhett’s POVI strode beside Killan through the sterile white halls of the hospital, my boots echoing off the floor tiles as if mocking the pulse pounding in my throat. The scent of antiseptic and sharp bleach clawed at my nose, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere—stuck between dread and desperation.Killan walked slightly ahead, hands clenched into fists at his sides. He hadn’t said a word since we left the compound, and I didn’t ask. Both of us were thinking the same thing. Nikolai was awake. But something was wrong. Badly wrong.The nurse waiting near the end of the hallway spotted us instantly and stepped forward. “Alpha Rhett, Beta Killan,” she greeted softly, her eyes full of sympathy that I wasn’t ready to accept. “Please come with me. The doctor is expecting you.”She turned, heels clicking briskly as she led the way. I glanced briefly at Killan—his jaw was tight, shoulders rigid. I could feel the storm boiling just beneath his skin. No matter how

Rhett’s POVI didn't even hesitate.The moment the bastard lunged at me from the side hallway, I caught him midair by the throat and twisted. The sickening crack of his neck snapping under the pressure of my hands was almost satisfying. Almost. Blood sprayed out of his mouth like a fountain as I let his body drop to the floor with a dull thud.I didn’t have the time or luxury to breathe.“Rhett!” Killan’s voice echoed sharply behind me. “They’ve advanced to the main house. They’re inside!”I turned to him, heart pounding like a drum in my chest.“How the fuck did they get in that far?” I growled.“We're still trying to figure that out. There are bodies everywhere, but the guards are holding up.”I didn’t say another word—I was already moving.My boots slammed against the marble floor of the hallway as we raced through the corridor that led to the west wing. Gunshots echoed in the distance, followed by snarls, screams, and the crunching sound of bo

Author's POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic lingered heavily in the air, masking the faint aroma of latex gloves and alcohol swabs. Monitors beeped in calm rhythm, a soft contrast to the tension in the room. Nurses moved with efficiency, their steps practiced and silent on the polished tiles. The ICU was quiet except for the occasional whispers of conversation and the shifting of equipment.Nikolai lay motionless on the bed, surrounded by machines designed to keep him alive. His eyes remained open, partially unfocused but aware—an eerie stillness that unsettled many of the staff. Despite his lack of mobility, there were moments his pupils reacted sharply to movement or sudden light. It was those signs that gave the medical team a thread of hope to hold on to.“Vitals holding steady,” one of the nurses said softly, reading the monitor. “Heart rate is good. Blood pressure’s improved slightly.”“Still no vocal response?” asked Dr. Lin, a neuro-specialist who had t

Author's POVThe walls of the underground chamber were built for silence—no windows, no echo, just stone and steel, thick enough to keep the devil himself out. The council didn’t meet here unless absolutely necessary. And tonight, it was more than necessary.Three chairs circled the thick obsidian table that pulsed with embedded runes—symbols from the old order that only the highest knew how to read. Torches lined the chamber walls, but the flames didn’t flicker. They burned in eerie stillness, casting long shadows behind the three men.Zev was the first to speak. His tone was unusually strained, low but brittle. “We can’t keep failing like this. The attack on the mansion was a disaster. The boy survived the hospital too. If Nikolai talks... we’re done.”Azar raised a brow, lounging a little too casually in his seat, one leg crossed over the other. “Blame yourself, Zev. You chose that pack of brutes for the job. If your mercenaries weren’t so busy playing war games w