Semua Bab Bound To The Immortal Beast: Bab 111 - Bab 120

RIANAThe office work has felt safer and easier recently. No weird asshole haunting me in the shadows. No cruel smirk or jeers aimed at my face, reminding me I'm an outcast.I see Isolde every day. She carries herself with pride and a soft confidence that suits her.The territory respects her as much as the Luna.While mastering her wolf power, she strengthened Drogo's territory, created safe spaces for the weak, and built a sanctuary system to support the poor.She even proved that Red wolves are not a curse, fighting all wrong assumptions about their existence and making people see her kind as a blessing instead.In the shadows, Drogo created a council, ensuring not just one person held all the power like Austin, who abused his authority.The world suddenly started to feel safe.When Isolde is with Alpha Drogo, I find myself smiling at how things turned out for her.She deserves it. Every happiness, every laugh, every brightness that surrounds her—she deserves it all.Perhaps even m

A hiss courses through me. With every ounce of strength left, I push the intruder away, but he only staggers faintly.He dresses in black, head to toe. Even his face stays covered and I couldn't tell who it was. My vision blurs harder.My knees give out on my first step. I slump to the floor with a thud, struggling to stay awake. I can in my wolf for help, but strangely I only feel her fading away.“You’re surprisingly strong, Isolde. Even some Alphas would have passed out by now.”I recognize that voice before he pulls off his mask. Nathan Lockwood.This fucking asshole. I should have killed him the moment I saw him earlier."What... Are you... Doing?" Words struggle from my throat. “Don’t fight it. The wolfbane slipped into your drink is far more dangerous than you think. The harder you resist, the higher the chance it kills you,” he says as he crouches and strokes my hair. “I don’t want you dead, Isolde. We still have many memories to create together. Many babies to create.”“You…

Austin rises from his seat sharply, wide eyes throwing daggers at the male standing before him in a dark retro suit worth millions. Broad shoulders with an aura of command radiatin from him.“What do you think you’re doing here?” he utters through gritted teeth.“That is no way to greet a son you haven’t seen in ten years, Father. What? Do you think I’m going to rot in the countryside you abandoned me in?” Jack walks further until he stands face to face with Austin.“Go back to the hell you came from? How are you even here? How…” Austin glances at Jack’s suit. “How is this possible?”“You mean my status?” Jack chuckles. “I simply started a medical research company. You know I’ve always had a passion for that path.”Austin swallows hard, fists clenching as Jack places a hand on his shoulder.“You should be happy I’m trying to get you out of this mess. You need my help, don’t you?”Austin shakes his hand off his shoulder, teeth still gritted. “Who told you I need your help? You think I’

DROGOMorgan arrives with Isolde’s mother the next day. Rhiannon rushes to her daughter’s side, panic etching her face.“My baby,” she reaches to hold her as tears stream down her face. “Who did this to you?”Morgan turns to me. “You should eat something, Drogo. I can tell you haven’t tasted food or slept.”“I don’t deserve to do that. Not when my wife is lying sick in bed because of my incapability,” I mumble, taking in a sharp breath. “Why isn’t the moonhaven helping the baby?”“I’m going to assess that now that I’m here.”Rhiannon looks up in shock. “She is… carrying a child?” She breaks into tears again. “How could this happen? Please tell me she’ll be okay.”“She will,” Morgan assures. “Her and her baby will be fine. I promise.”“Did Austin do this? Is he behind this?”“That is what I wish to ask,” I step forward, locking gazes with her. “Could Austin have power somewhere? A secret backup? You know him well enough. Think, Rhiannon.”She squints, trying to gather her memories. “I’

RIANAI glance at my phone, then at the restaurant one last time before taking a deep breath.I shouldn’t have left the territory and come here without telling anyone except the driver, whom I lied to. I told him I had been sent on an errand.It isn’t exactly a lie, right? This is an errand. Isolde trusted me with this.To turn my drafted idea into reality and save many lives.I should at least do something that will make her smile the moment she opens her eyes again.Swallowing hard, I step into the luxurious restaurant, suddenly conscious of the dress I chose for the dinner.It is a simple white dress that looks elegant, with a scarf that covers the hickeys from last night. However, it feels too small and cheap compared to what the other customers are wearing.I had struggled with selecting a gown. Perhaps I shouldn’t have done this on my own.“Riana,” a deep voice calls from behind.Mr. Princeton is clad in a fine wine-colored suit, his hair falling slightly to the side. He steps c