All Chapters of Bound To The Immortal Beast: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ISOLDEHours ago"Your mother is Dead."I wait for Elena to take it back. To choke on the word, laugh, say it’s a sick joke—that my mother, the woman I’ve been fighting to save, didn’t die more than a month ago.But she doesn’t.It doesn’t make sense. It really doesn’t.Elara stops speaking. She crumples to the floor instead, sobbing, apologizing for coming late. My father had her trapped inside the pack, made sure I stayed ignorant until my mission ended.Mother is dead.The words loop in my head, over and over, each repetition a blade scraping against my nerves. My skull throbs. My fists clench. Muscles lock tight as the clock ticks too loudly in the room.I don’t know how long I stare at nothing. Morgan closes the door softly after I give no reaction to her consolation, leaving just me in the room.I don’t cry. I haven’t since the news hits me like a thunderstrike. This pain—this hate, betrayal, rage—is too massive for tears. Tears won’t touch the open wound tearing my chest apart.

ISOLDE With a knot in my stomach, I sit still, letting the makeup artist dress me up. Time had flown, and it'd been three months since we returned to the territory.Drogo didn't let me out much, until today. We are attending a ball at the heart of the city. The thought of going out there makes my heart race, but Drogo makes sure I want it before making preparations.I'm stronger than before; my skin looks brighter, no longer pale like a dying woman. I never thought my hair could be this shiny. Its color is radiant and flawless, matching perfectly with my features.On the recent medical test, my heart function had returned stronger; even Raina couldn't believe her eyes when she tested me. Raina had cried until there were no tears left after we met months ago, though we barely see each other as she handles most of the medical functions of the territory.As for Mother, she is recovering well and is now out of the country and receiving therapy sessions abroad. We call every day, and it

ISOLDEI truly hope what Drogo said was true. That my mother could still be alive somewhere and that the news of her death was only meant to deceive me out of my hiding place.Last night was terrifying. The strong urge. The voice was not mine. The hellish pain of my bones cracking and reshaping as a powerful scream tore from my lips.All of it happened in a split second.I remember the shock on Camilla’s face before my vision blurred with blood. My jaw locked around her neck and snapped it with terrifying strength.I had never felt rage consume me like that before. It was as if I no longer had control over my mind or body, and all I wanted was to spill blood. Was that how bloodlust felt?If it was, then I never want to feel it again.I killed a person in cold blood. Not just anyone, but a red-eyed Alpha. A powerful Alpha breed.How did I manage to do that?A shiver runs up my spine.I glance toward the kitchen, my heart pounding as I think about what happened earlier. His reaction was

His jaw tick at the name. He exhale, as if calming his nerves. “How are you feeling? Do you hurt anywhere?” No. I don't feel hurt. Except somewhere around my chest. The way he react last night replays.“I’m fine.” I take a step away from his space. His brows knot and shoulders tense. “I’m going to make something to eat and head back to the room so I won’t bother you.” “I’ll do the cooking,” Drogo says gruffly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Sit. You’re still healing.” “I believe I can do things myself. I made lunch and dinner yesterday. I can surely make my own breakfast.” I don’t wait for him to speak and head to the kitchen. I hear his rough exhale from behind. As his footsteps approach, I hold my breath again, quickening to make the cereal, but he is suddenly at my back, his heat pressing against my skin. I swallow, barely breathing. “Hey,” he murmurs, placing a hand on my shoulder. I almost flinch at his touch but don’t pull away. He stops me with his othe

ISOLDE His low growl vibrates through my bones, deep and feral. Suddenly, the world narrows to the heat of his mouth at my neck.“Drogo?” I call, my heart racing with anticipation, heat, and fear. The contradiction makes my head spin.The last time he was like this was the night he came to my room without warning, plowing into me until I could not feel my bones.Forcing my gaze to him, I still at the sight. Drogo is staring at my neck, teeth bared, eyes glowing red.Do not tell me he wants to mark me.My chest heaves as I try to get away. A warning growl rumbles louder, freezing me in place, and just as his mouth widens to clamp down on my skin, I yell.“Stop!” I tremble. “Do not do it. I… I cannot bear your mark. I will die.”He goes still, chest heaving as he forces himself to pull away. His dark eyes meet mine, and realization flickers across his face.He pushes himself up and away, staggering as if struck by lightning.“Isolde,” he asks quietly, “are you alright?”I nod, raising