All Chapters of Bound To The Immortal Beast: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

RIANAMy head is spinning with Isolde’s words. The more they repeat, the less they make sense.Never have I ever thought I would be in this state. Trembling, aching for a man’s touch.I am human. Biologically, I was never meant to go into heat.My parents were not werewolves. I knew them too well before they both passed. For as long as I can remember, they showed no supernatural signs.No shifting, no scenting each other, no heat or rut.They married in court like any normal human couple. My brother and I are biologically theirs, so tell me…How is it possible that I’m burning all over, aching everywhere. Especially between my legs where Bran’s tongue is working relentlessly?His large arms are wrapped around each of my thighs, muscles flexing as he devours me. Heavy moans spill from my lips as I shake uncontrollably, fingers digging into the sheets in ecstasy.Each graze of his teeth, each lap of his tongue, each sexy groan that vibrates through my nerves sends another wave of sensat

RIANA Standing in front of the mirror, my body shakes uncontrollably at the sight on my neck.A mark.A dark pattern sealed and curled into my skin. Unexpected. Unwanted.My fists curl until I hear them crack under the pressure. Felicia stays quiet behind me, and from my peripheral vision, I can see her through the mirror’s reflection, quietly watching with a worried, unsure expression.How could he?My chest heaves with the question.How could he do this?Then suddenly, I grab a shirt and shorts, put them on, and barge out.“Miss Riana,” Felicia follows, but she doesn’t overtake or try to touch me.I quietly head to his room, anger radiating off me.When his room is empty, I whip toward Felicia.“Where is he?”“Th… the Alpha’s suite, I think,” she stammers.I begin heading there immediately.“I know you are so pissed right now, but you shouldn’t be out of bed. You are still healing.”I had been too upset thinking about the mark. I had completely ignored the heavy aches all over me.

RIANAThe next morning, I’m in front of Bran’s door, fist clenched mid-air to knock.After a few seconds of contemplating, I finally do and wait for a response. When none comes, I knock again.Still no response.Frustration builds up quickly and I pound harder than intended. Where has he gone so early? Did he leave again?Did he run off aer everything?Just when I decide to try opening the door myself, I hear my name.“Riah?”I turn to Tristan, who blinks as his gaze goes between me and the door.“He is not in the room,” he answers my unspoken question.“Where has he gone?”“To your room.”I blink. How did we miss each other?I head back and freeze at the sight of Bran pacing at my doorstep. His blonde hair is messy, like he’d run his hand through it a thousand times.“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, pressing his forehead against the door, then turns and rests his back against it.I duck slightly into the corner before he can see me, then carefully peek at him.He is now staring at