บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Immortal Beast: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

I find Drogo standing in the garden, staring at the night sky. His back view is the very image of power—broad shoulders, hands tucked in his pockets, and his unusual shoulder-length hair tied neatly at the back. As I approach, he turns to look at me. Those green eyes are unreadable, his expression tight.. “I... finished speaking with her. Thank you for the help,” I stutter, still not used to the way he stares at me. Yet, I can’t look away. “So, what did your stepmother say?” I hesitate, surprised he even asked. Would he care if I told him about the mate thing? Probably not. He’ll be busy with his mistress anyway. The thought twists in my chest like a knife. “Nothing much. I just wish to talk to Morgan again before she leaves,” I mutter. “You do not wish to tell me?” “I’m sorry, my lord. But I don’t want to be a burden. I’ll find a way to fix it myself.” He doesn't look pleased with my reply. His eyes pin me in a way that makes my pulse jump. “Whatever,” he mumbles. “I

It's 9pm. Dinner is cold and untouched. The room is dim. I'm lying on the bed, head dizzy, temperature rising and falling. Hot and cold fighting for dominance in system. Sickening. It's happening. By the moon, it’s happening, and I feel weak. So sick it’s hard to think. Nothing around me makes sense anymore. The air in my lungs, what I see, what I feel. None of it feels real. I grab the sheet close, eyes squeezed shut. The night is going to be long. So. So. Long, judging by the slow, unending pace. It hit me again, and yelp, muscles tensing as I grip the sheet hard. It's like a sudden hot stab of dagger tearing in between my legs that comes without warning. Keeping the legs open to reduce the pain, I try to catch my breath, gaze locked at the ceiling. The air is thick with my arousal. The sound ripping from my throat is desperate breath, each one sounding heavier than the last. I twist on the bed, my body slick with sweat. Everywhere burns. Everywhere aches. A

His weight presses against me. Huge and terrifying. Large fingers dig into my hair, pressing my face in the sheet. Grip so powerful, to keep my back arched, legs apart, and ready for penetration.I'm terrified. I want to bolt out of the room, but I can't move. I’m trapped. Head dizzy with many questions running through.Then I feel it. Something hard, veiny, and warm pressing against my slick, dripping entrance. His manh00d. Oh God. I grip the sheet hard. Pain shooting through my spine and spreading to my nerves. It's so big. It feels like I'm stretching with no end. A cry leaves me.“I can't… stop.”He didn't. Instead he thrûst in fully. Once. Powerful. And hard.Pain shoots hard into my system.For a second, I see darkness. I can't hear my voice, but I know I did scream so loud the walls shakes.My brain shuts down for a second. His hold around my waist and hair is absolute as I squirm. Then he moves.The veiny friction drag along my wall as he pulls out almost completely and t

DROGOLast night had been stuck in my head like glue, boiling my blood. After finding out Isolde was not in the room, I sought to find her, but I didn't make it halfway as my wolf instinct became too strong to suppress. Too hungry, I lost all sense of control.All that had followed was the crack of my body shifting and rut blinding my senses.Waking up, all I remembered was a blurry image of a woman writhing beneath me. The scent was confusing; the sensation and aftermath satisfaction were not the kind I recognized.Camilla was gone. Strange, I did not remember her leaving. She'd never done that; I can't reach her, and I don't bother. I am too occupied with that scent, which clung to me more than hers.I had been restless since I got back. I know who owns that scent, and as I ask my wolf for an answer, he refuses to give me the satisfaction I need. He had taken control without warning, satisfied his hunger, and now entered a short hibernation. Such a thing had never happened before

ISOLDE I'm anxious the entire day, and I don't know why. My mind keeps slipping back to when Drogo came to my room, asking weird questions. I tried to ignore his action. But it's the third day now, and I'm still restless. “Hello, child. Are you there?” Morgan’s voice echoes from the other side of the phone. “Yes, yes. I am." I say, snapping out of my thoughts I hear her sigh. “You need not worry. I'll visit the territory soon enough. And as for the male who took you. He'll reveal himself.” I hope he does. God, I do. He could be the end of my misery. A red-eyed Alpha. Though, part of me thinks he might never show his face. You know… It's me. The red wolf. A weak dying red wolf. “Also child,” Morgan’s voice is soft. “He is closer than you think. Give it time.” After the call ends, I find Bran waiting outside the room. “Here. Thank you for letting me use your phone,” I say, handing him his device. “There’ll be no need to lend any longer,” he says. “Huh?” He st