All Chapters of Bound To The Immortal Beast: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ISOLDEThe air turns tense, silence deafening. One can hear a pin drop. Drogo's aura is choking. Everyone of us can feel it, but I feel worse.Camilla's threats hung like a ticking bomb, and for a moment I thought she'd already found out about my identity. But why is she so mad? Did something happen between her and Drogo? “Leave us. I want to speak with Camilla alone,” Drogo says, not breaking his eyes away from her.He doesn't look pleased with her threat, but then she is his chosen mate. I doubt this will cause a riff between them.As the door shuts, I walk away, keeping enough distance between me and the office. A hand suddenly grasps mine from behind. I shoot a glare at Nathan. Yanking my arm away, I hiss. “Don't touch me.”“I do not mean any harm. We need to talk,” he says.“You and I have nothing to talk about. I don't know what scheme you are plotting, but count me out.”“Why can't you still believe me?” He frowned, his voice hurt and low. “You weren't the only one who was

My fist clenches beneath the table. How did he know that was my first thought? To ruin this pretense for him.The King steps in, regal in his tailored royal suit. Two older werewolves follow. Judging by their badges and colors, they are palace elders. Their aged faces are stiff, their eyes displeased as they take us in.I try to stand to greet them, but Drogo’s hand tightens around my waist, keeping me seated.“Welcome to my territory, Your Highness,” he says smoothly. “Breakfast?”Is he trying to provoke them?The King takes a seat two chairs away. The elders follow, with seven heavily built guards standing behind them, their gazes heavy on us, especially on me.“You came on short notice. Lucky I was nearly at the territory when I received your message,” Drogo says calmly, his hand never leaving my waist.The elders exchange a look. I recognize it immediately. Drogo’s behavior is far too bold, far too disrespectful in front of the royal court.A normal Alpha would never dare speak li

Two centuries ago. The pain was like never before. Right in that moment, as the fire burned my flesh, my life flashed before my eyes. Finally, death. I stopped struggling and allowed the darkness consume me. It was peaceful. No more pain. No more torture. No more dreadful memories. Just darkness. But I was wrong, because in the next time I opened my eyes, I found myself still in the hell I badly wanted to disappear from. The king's voice broke through first, cold, ruthless. I'd always hated it. “What were you thinking?! Did I ever order you to kill him, you dogshit?! He better survive, or you are dying with that worthless boy.” I was in so much pain. My body was still healing from the intense burn. I whimpered, catching their attention. Footsteps echoed. The king hovered. A creepy smile lingered on his face as he stared down at me. “My special wolf. I knew you would come back.” Just like that, I was shoved back into the dungeon. Throughout that night, I screamed whi

DROGO One thing about being a cursed rogue is our conscience being tarnished. Our soul darkens as the days pass by. All I see is the moment she points her finger, telling the palace guard the secret I had trusted her with. I can't forget the look on her face. I can't forget the sight of my family being taken away. The hatred in my father's eyes, the disappointment in my mother's, and the fear in my siblings'. The more I think. The more enraged I am. The more pleasure I seek. Innocent? Nah. This is her. My doom or redemption, but I know which she really is. Her walls trap me in, wet, warm and intoxicating, drawing my length as if I belong there. That familiar satisfaction runs through my veins, a kind that makes constant growl rumbling through my chest. I take it all out at once. My beast crawls in my gut, tensing my muscles as I grip her tight, pounding her harder from behind until the sound of our skins slapping fills the room. Greed consumes my senses, ti

DROGOThe king is taking too long. Every day he stalls, I'm losing each thread of my restraint. I can easily start the war. Turn his palace to ashes and force the truth out of his bloodline.It's clear who has more men and power and who'd kill without hesitation.But I'm tired of war. I don't want another kingdom beneath my knees. I want the Lunaretha.Lunaretha is still mystery. No one outside the royal bloodline truly knows what it is.It can grant anything. Including ending my immortality curse.It went extinct in the royal bloodline centuries ago, and after Morgan's research, the Lunaretha was back. Manifesting, and I needed to find it. Whatever it is."I hate you," Camilla whispers before me.She is tied to a metal chair, shackles wrapped around her like a criminal. Her red glowing eyes glares at me.It has been more than two weeks since I imprisoned her as a punishment. Her dark hair is messy; dry tears streak her face. I can feel the pain, the anger, and the betrayal from