All Chapters of Bound To The Immortal Beast: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ISOLDE “You’ll be fine after some rest. You must be exhausted,” Morgan says as she drapes a sheet over my frame. Exhausted is a light word for what I feel. I’m drained, both physically and emotionally. I’m also shocked by what is happening to me. It started in my sleep. I thought I was sick when I began burning up from every angle. I had to rush to the bathroom to throw up, and then the middle of my legs began to hurt so badly I couldn’t close them. I’m not sure what I needed at that time, but when Drogo found me and came close, my body reacted in a way it never had before. I had the urge to draw him close and beg for relief after he ordered me to lie down and expose my aching part. I find myself recalling moments when I would see males taking females in the open back in my father’s pack. I had imagined Drogo taking me that way. The thought of it made me sick to my stomach. I was glad he left and went to call Morgan instead. I don’t know what Morgan gave me, but I’m glad the

If you ask me if I would shout the same way I did to stop Raina from getting hurt?I would say yes.After a long time, I had finally found someone who wishes to be my friend. Someone who cares amidst my new hell.I know I’m probably insane, but that’s one of my freaking natures.I can’t stand to see someone getting hurt for my sake.Especially someone dear to me.“Now, well, well.” She releases Raina and straightens when I don’t reply. “I shouldn’t expect less from you.”I freeze. I can’t help but wonder if she did that to Raina just to get a reaction out of me.“At first, I thought you were some human with red hair.” She begins to approach, and I resist the urge to step backward, knowing deep down it won’t end well.“It’s no wonder your uniform is different from the others. You must be the black sheep among them, and that makes me really curious about you.”I keep my gaze low. One thing about people like her—looking them in the eyes means challenging them. The more you do that, the m

At this point, I am convinced the Moon Goddess hates me.So many problems all at once, and I do not even know where to begin. Should I just count my days and accept my impending doom? Or keep risking everything to save Mother?I sigh under the night shower, letting the water wash away the soap clinging to my skin. I have lost track of how long I have been standing here, and for a moment, I consider spending the night beneath the spray.In the end, I force myself to move.Wrapping a towel around my body, I remind myself that I still have a male to hunt for my heat.Maybe if I take a stroll, I will find a sane one willing to help.There are a few court male servants. Their quarters are across from ours.Maybe… there will be someone.By the moon, I cannot believe I am actually going to do this.I step out, pressing my fingers to my throbbing head as I blindly reach for the dresser. I am getting weaker day by day. I can feel it deep in my bones.Pulling out the only nightdress I own, I tu

The word fades as I stare at the man who once broke my heart.Nathan’s tall, unmistakable frame stands out even in the crowd. He is dressed in a tailored grey suit, and beside him is his father. They share the same proud stance, the same sharp jawline.I whip my gaze away when Nathan’s head begins to turn and take a deep, shaky breath. Glass in hand, I try to calm the storm raging inside me. A bead of sweat trickles down my temple.Relax, Isolde. He cannot recognize you. Not with this mask. Not with this hair.I should go back to where Drogo left me. I can look for my stepmother later.“Hey, you.”I almost flinch at his voice.His hand catches mine from behind and spins me around. My heart leaps into my throat as Nathan’s grey eyes meet mine through his mask.His gaze lingers on my face beneath the mask before a small smile creeps across his handsome features.He takes my hand and presses his lips against my knuckle.“Hello, beautiful,” he says, and my breath catches.What the hell?H

The king hesitates, his tongue heavy in his mouth, clearly not expecting Isolde’s question. Most women would have leapt at the opportunity to escape a rogue Alpha and live under the protection of the royal family. “I believe everyone deserves a chance," the king says, struggling to keep his smile on. "Your father will pay for his mistake, and you shall have my protection.” “But won’t that be a stain on your name?” she asks. “Having a red wolf as your daughter. Father called it a great shame to have someone like me in the family.” “I said I do not care about that; I want you to divorce this man and live in the palace!” The king’s voice thickens with impatience. But as he sensed how hard he'd spoken, he cleared his throat and softened his voice. “I shall cater to whatever you need, and as for ‘red wolf’—we’ll find a way. You’re my niece, Isolde. You deserve to be taken care of.” “Thank you, Your Majesty," Isolde says, her expression neutral. "I understand." Silence falls, heavy