All Chapters of Bound To The Immortal Beast: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

WRITER’S POV “What is taking them so long?” Miranda asks as she paces the room, arms folded. “They should have called by now.” “Relax, your new boyfriend will be here soon,” Austin mumbles, his eyes fixed on the document in his hand. “Are you going to stare at that all day? You are never getting the throne. You should just give up and let your son take it,” she says, playing with her fingers. “He seems smarter than you.” Austin sighs. “You are the reason I missed being king. Your blabbing, stupid questions, and irritating acts would have resulted in my death if I still had the throne.” With a smirk, Miranda walks over and pokes his head. “You will never have the throne. You are just as pathetic as the rest of us. Want me to start listing all the irritating things you've done? I may like many men, but a rapist—one who goes as far as raping girls? I hate them with every vein in my body.” Austin raises his head, eyes spitting fire. “And you think Jack is better off having

DROGOJack feels like he is getting stronger, and I…Fuck the moonbane.“Give it up, Drogo,” Jack stalks in circles, watching as I set a dislocated arm back into place with a grunt.This has been going on for a long while now, and I can’t lie, the poison has been getting to me. Spreading incredibly fast.“You can’t beat me,” he grins, fangs baring in a smirk."Alpha. You need our help. Let us come," A voice echoes from my earphone.“No,” I whisper silently. “Stick to the plan.”It's useless if they come to help me. Jack is stronger that anyone could think because of the dark magic swirling in his vein. I can feel it at every strike of his.I straighten and grin at Jack, refusing to let him see me break. I never do.“Don’t jump to conclusions until this is over,” I let of a shaky exhale. "I'm not going down yet."Jack chuckles, shoulder shaking slightly from amusement. “You’re still running your mouth even as your body is about to break? I can tell from this angle it won't be long bef

The air turns tense as Nathan’s question hangs in the air.“What is he talking about, Mom?” Beth asks for the second time. Miranda refuses to look at her, so Beth tries to read her expression.Her gaze moves between them. Nathan holds a cold smirk, clearly amused despite his bloodied state, while her mother looks like she wants the ground to swallow her whole.“Mother… talk to me.” Beth reaches for her mother’s sleeve.Finally, Miranda looks at her.“D-don’t listen to him, Beth. He’s just talking nonsense.”“He just called you names and you can’t even defend yourself properly. Instead, you’re shaking. What is going on between you two?”“Oh, I’ll tell you,” Nathan says, drawing their eyes to him. “Should I do the honor, Miranda?”“Shut the fuck up!” she snaps. “I know what you’re trying to do. This isn’t what this is about. You used my daughter and now you’re twisting everything.”“I’m simply telling the truth. Your daughter deserves to know, doesn’t she?”“Know what?!” Beth snaps, her

DROGO“Human and a wolf?” I raise a brow at Bran, trying to figure out where that question came from.He notices my expression and immediately clears his throat, brushing it off with an awkward laugh.“Forget I asked that. It was just a random thought.”“I know you prefer low-ranking females because of how submissive they are, but humans…?” I pause. “Wait… are you hitting on my wife’s friend?”Bran stiffens like a kid caught stealing candy.“What? No. It simply crossed my mind. Don’t start having weird thoughts,” he mutters, looking away.Still suspicious.Morgan steps into the room before I could speak again. She had been recently relying more on her walking stick. Back pain has become her greatest enemy these past few weeks.“I may have discovered why Leon Lister reincarnated as Jack.”Bran quickly pulls out a seat for her.“Why is that?” I ask quietly.If Jack truly returned from the past… then could there be others?The thought alone makes my wolf restless.Morgan settles into the

RIANA It’s a few seconds before I realize what I said. Bran looks at me with both amusement and surprise that make me silent beg for the ground to swallow me.But just before I blurt out more nonsense, Bran’s hand reaches out, swiftly removes my glasses, and slams his lips against mine.I gasp at the electricity that shoots through my system, my mind goes hazy.His lips move as if they’ve been starving for mine, slow and passionate in a way that makes everything blur.I let out a soft moan, pulling him closer until I feel his tongue against mine. Bran holds my waist, his thumb brushing my bare skin and leaving heat in its wake, then lowers to the apex of my thighs, tracing its way to the part where I ache.He presses a finger there, sending a shiver up my spine. My fingers dig into his hair.“You are soaking wet, Ria,” he whispers, pinching gently. My jeans do nothing to shield the sensation.My eyes crack open to see him. A strange need consumes me, but it disappears the moment I r