All Chapters of BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The storm had passed, but peace came wearing a different kind of weapon.Three days after Luna’s birth, the great hall of the restored Roman citadel was filled not with soldiers but with suits, flags, and the faint perfume of diplomacy. The world had crawled from the ashes to face its queen.Bianca sat at the head of the table, Luna asleep in a cradle beside her. Her presence was both a declaration and warning. The banner of the Blood Kingdom hung behind her throne, half-torn but still burning crimson.Across from her, representatives from the surviving nations and factions of what remained of Europe’s Council, the Eastern Coalitions, and the remnants of the Western Alliance waited in stiff silence. Their eyes flicked between the newborn and the woman who had ended a world war with fire.“Let’s begin,” Bianca said coolly.The eldest envoy, a man from Geneva with trembling hands and a diplomat’s smile, cleared his throat. “Madam Romano, the world acknowledges your sovereignty over the

“She looks like you,” Lucia murmured quietly from the doorway.Matteo didn’t answer. His gaze stayed fixed on the sleeping infant in his arms. Luna’s tiny fingers curled around the edge of his shirt, her breathing soft, steady a rhythm that almost silenced the chaos of the past nights.The Blood Citadel was quieter now, but it wasn’t peaceful. Peace in their world was just the silence between storms.He brushed a hand across Luna’s head, feeling the fine dark curls that had already begun to form. “She shouldn’t have to live in the shadows,” he said finally. “She should never know what fear feels like.”Lucia stepped inside, leaning against the marble pillar. “In our family, Matteo, fear’s the first language we learn.”“Then I’ll teach her a different one.” His voice hardened, quiet but resolute. “I don’t care who stands against her. I’ll outlive every threat, burn every name off every list. No one touches her while I breathe.”Lucia studied him for a moment. The man who’d once been al

“You’re thinking about it again.”Bianca’s voice cut through the darkness of their private suite low, sharp, knowing. The tower windows glowed faintly with the bleeding lights of the city below, but inside, the air was heavy, silent except for the rhythmic hum of machines monitoring the compound’s perimeter.Matteo stood by the glass wall, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, hands in his pockets, staring out over the skyline. “Thinking,” he said quietly, “isn’t a crime.”“It is when it keeps you up at night.” She rose from the couch, silk whispering around her legs as she crossed the room. “Say it, Matteo. Whatever’s eating you say it before it turns to poison.”He turned then, his expression unreadable but his eyes holding that same fire that once frightened her, now only mirrored her own. “We can’t keep doing this forever, Bianca.”She blinked. “Doing what?”“Ruling a kingdom built on blood,” he said, his voice steady, deliberate. “Commanding armies. Sleeping behind reinforced glass. Te

“Tell me I’m hallucinating,” Matteo muttered, eyes narrowing at the flickering holo-screen in the war room.“No, my love,” Bianca replied coolly, leaning against the edge of the table, her crown casting fractured light across the polished steel. “That’s him.”On the screen stood Dante Bellucci, the man who once tried to bury Matteo under the ruins of Naples now wearing a government insignia on his lapel, his smile sharp as a blade.“Citizens of the world,” Dante’s voice rang out, calm, magnetic, chilling. “We face a threat not of borders, but of bloodlines. The Blood Kingdom has spread beyond control. Its Queen sits on a throne built on corpses and she is raising a weapon.”He paused. The image behind him shifted to a photograph.Luna.Bianca’s breath stopped.“She is not a child,” Dante continued. “She is the next generation of the Blood Line, the one prophesied to enslave mankind through inherited power. The world cannot risk her survival.”The room fell silent.Then Matteo’s fist c

“Get up.”The voice was distant, distorted through ringing ears and falling ash.“Get up, Bianca.”She opened her eyes to smoke gray, endless, breathing through the ruins. The world was unrecognizable. What had once been the Citadel’s upper command spire now lay in jagged shards of glass and steel, half-buried in flame.Her body screamed when she moved, blood slicking her armor, her left arm hanging useless. But she was alive.Barely.Through the haze, distant gunfire cracked like dying thunder. The comms were silent. No response. No heartbeat on the emergency tracker. No Matteo. No Lucia.Just silence and the slow drip of something hot beside her molten metal, or blood. It didn’t matter anymore.She dragged herself to her feet, every step echoing in the hollow corpse of her empire.“Dante,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You’ll die for this.”Hours later, she found him.The Bellucci estate burned like a funeral pyre against the horizon, its gardens charred, the marble steps spla