All Chapters of Bound To The Immortal Beast: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DROGOI head to the dining room for dinner; stepping in, I find Isolde already sitting across, waiting quietly. She stands when our eyes meet. A frown rests in between my brows. She is calm. Different. The kind that makes me tilt my head and observe her. When she first came here, she cared less about how she looked. She appears simple, with no makeup, just pale skin with soft red freckles on her nose and cheeks.However, this time, she is wearing a simple gown, the kind that pushes her soft breasts up, revealing a hint of her flushed cleavage. My mouth waters. I want them in between my teeth.Her red hair is tied into a bun, with some strands framing her face. She's gained weight, in a kind of way that settles in the right places.Flashes of her pictures of her ethereal beauty centuries ago flash in my head. The most beautiful woman I've ever met. Also the most hideous.Is this it? An act of play to earn my trust?The same trick she had pulled to gain critical information from me

ISOLDEHis muscles are hard and thick against my palms. I feel my heart race so hard I fear it might burst.His mouth sucks, bites, and caresses mine until every bit of air is gone from my lungs. I whimper as he greedily takes my lips.I want to stop him, but my hands don’t listen. They pull him closer, wanting more of his heat.When his lips leave mine, they go straight to my neck, sucking and biting the flesh. Moans travel out of my mouth.“Drogo,” I gasp when he parts my legs apart and slides his frame in between.He rips his shirt open, one hand still caging my neck in place.“I hate you. Red. I hate what you are doing to me,” he mumbles as he presses his lips to my cleavage.A soft tear echoes as he yanks the dress off my shoulder, exposing my left hardened nipple. His mouth latches onto it the next second, and I throw my head back at the sensation, moaning and grinding myself against him. The ache between my legs intensify. Drogo let out a guttural as he pulled the soft pink fl

As the words pour out of my mouth, for a second I regret them, hate them, and feel disgusted, because all my life I believed in loyalty, especially in marriage. But then I remind myself, my case is about survival. Drogo mess around with his mistress, so why can’t I, especially when my life is on the line?Drogo is silent, a storm swirling in those green eyes as they slowly change to red. My words had hit a nerve.“Go upstairs, Red,” he whispers, rage shrouding his tone. “Before I lose it.”I swallow, almost listening to him, but my feet refuse to move. I know I should listen, just like what Nathan had said. A rogue, especially an Alpha beast like him, could be impulsive. I have to be careful when getting on his nerves.“Is everything alright?” someone asks.My eyes move to the guest, whose expression has turned worried. I almost forgot he was still in the room.Drogo shuts his eyes, seeming to control himself as his thick Alpha aura subsides, giving me more space to breathe. He turns

ISOLDEI wake up panting. My body is burning up like I’m being placed inside a burning furnace, sweat soaking every inch of me. My eyes crack open to a dark, silent space broken by my heavy breathing. I try to move, only to feel my hands and feets restrained.Panic ripples through me as memories floods in. Vera. She took me to the car, and someone knocked me out with a bag with a scent that stole my consciousness. Where am I?I groan out loud as a wave strikes me. Familiar. Terrifying. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.Not now!I can hear crickets outside and the soft rustling of trees dancing to the wind. The walls of the space are strange, and boxes block the pair of double entrance doors; the place smells of metal and danger. The reality of the situation strikes like a thunderbolt.The full moon is out, and I’m stuck in a truck somewhere out, deep in the woods with my second heat starting to hit.“No,” I cry out, voice echoing back to me. “Help!" I struggle against the rest

RIANAI flinch as his hand travels up my legs, tears trailing down my cheeks as I muffle my cries against the gag.He licks his lower lip, eyes swirling with lûst that makes my heart hammer with intense fear.I hate days like this—the full moon, when wolves crave to satisfy the urge through sex or a blood hunt. That is why I make sure to keep myself locked in my room, buried under the duvet.But today had been different. I had lost track of time, resulting in my doom. One of the hungry male wolves had spotted me on the way.He is one of my bullies.The way this bastard stares and talks whenever we cross paths sickens me and now I’m trapped with him in a room of God knows where.“It’s going to be okay, sweetie,” he says, caressing a particular spot on my head that draws a hiss from between my teeth. “Shit. I never meant to hit you that hard, yeah?”I shut my eyes tightly, shivering as I press further against the headboard, wanting to disappear.“You’ve never done this before. That much