All Chapters of Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

This place looks like it was built to keep light, air, and sound locked out. There’s no ventilation and I..I feel…my lungs feel tight. I can’t breathe well. Looking down, blood falls to the floor in small drops. It lands near my feet and splashes across my toes. My feet… They’re chained to the ground with heavy, rusted chains. I try to move, but I can’t. I’m suspended. And my arms. My hands hang in the air, each wrist clutched by a shackle connected to the brick walls. What am I doing here? Where’s Khaisha? Roxy? Kalb wasn’t seated far away from me and now she’s gone. They’re all gone. With my heart pounding hard in my ears, I pull against the metal, but end up hissing in pain from using that much force. My entire body feels weak. It feels like I was beaten until I lost consciousness. I can tell since I’m currently naked and there’s a map of open wounds on my skin. I wince faintly as sweat slides into one of the openings. My wet hair clings to my face as my head falls fo

‘The witch knows about your guardians?’ Grimm prowls in my head. I push him aside. ‘It is a distraction.’ Yet she looks so certain. “Give me answers.” “Which ones, Your Majesty?” “All things Zephyra.” “At what cost? What are you willing to sacrifice for the truth you seek?” “Not entirely a sacrifice, but your life.” I despise how witches circle and circle. “How do I bring her back?” She scowls at the threat. “You don't.” “Anya!” “You don’t.” She speaks as calmly as she can, even though fire burns in her eyes. “She will come back on her own when she is ready. There is no point in doing anything now.” I have no idea what she means by that. She turns back to me before I can make a move, like snapping her neck. “If the scent of blood is in the air, it means she’ll shift soon.” She pauses. Then speaks again. “You said she was seeing memories from her past. How do you know that, Your Majesty?” “I guess witches never forget certain details.” “A darkness doesn’t always need light

Zephyra Dinner tonight looked peaceful. Naya, my father, Luna Mirella, and a few others were seated at the dining table, all eating in silence as the seventeen-year-old version of myself walked out of my bedroom. My hands were covered in blood so I hid them behind my back. I should have washed the mess away before coming out here, but the bathroom was all the way across the hall. Going through the dining was my only option. The blood belonged to the wolf who was watching over me in my room. He tried to touch me inappropriately. He tried to do the things Mirella told me to never let anyone do. I could tell what he was aiming for from the swell in his trousers. My beast who I hadn't named yet because we never got the chance to speak much to each other, she fought for me and ripped his neck open. He was unconscious, but I knew he would wake soon because we hadn't killed him. Unavoidably, Younger Naya sees me first before the others. “Hey!” She smiles sweetly as she waves a hand to

All the years of whippings and maltreatment flashes into my head and my beast’s rage powers my anger as I scream my words to them. “This is not my life! This will not be my life and I swear that my face will be the last thing you all see. Mark my—“ The first whipping comes at the back of my thighs and I scream into the air while uncle Nathan keeps me still. The pain eases almost immediately as my beast numbs it but I can feel her strength slowly going. The witch I saw earlier moves till she’s in front of me. Squatting, she forces my chin up and looks up at my father who doesn’t stop whipping me. She takes a deep breath and squeezes my mouth so it forms a round shape but I keep my teeth closed tight. “Open up and the pain will go away,” she whispers. I want her dead. If she hadn't introduced that poison to my parents, maybe my life wouldn't be this miserable. Whimpering from the next lash, my mouth falls open and she forces the burning liquid into my throat before using her hand

Kalb flattens her palm against Zephyra’s chest, and a faint blue shimmer sparks to life beneath her skin, humming with the pulse of her healing gift. “Her bones should begin knitting together, but I can sense her fighting her way back.” She leans in harder, channeling a stronger flow of energy, because failing again isn’t an option she’ll live with. “Her body’s weak, she needs more energy to tip the scales.” “Do I feed her mine?” I wrap my hand around one of Zephyra’s warped wrists, ready to pour in everything I have. Kalb nods. “She needs your energy pouring in right—” Zephyra’s back bows up suddenly, her body arching high off the mattress and Kalb snatches her hand away, the blue glow sputtering out. Jareth turns away reluctantly to leave the room. I don’t know what’s calling him away, but at this moment, I don’t care. ‘Her bones are aligning,’ Grimm sounds relieved. Slowly, Zephyra moans in her unconsciousness, murmuring words that do not exist while the sound of her bon