All Chapters of Bride Of The Beast: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I managed to finish my small piece of meat, trying my best to swallow it quickly and ignore the ongoing, wide-eyed stares from the kitchen staff. Once I was done, I sheepishly wiped my fingers on a clean cloth a hurried servant offered me, gave everyone another apologetic nod, and made a swift exit.The two guards fell into step right behind me as I headed back up the stairs. My stomach was finally quiet, but as the wonderful warmth of the food settled, the reality of my situation rushed right back in to take its place.I went straight back to my room, locking the door behind me.All I could do was wait.One full day passed in an agonizing blur of pacing, checking the door, and staring out the window. Every time I heard a sound in the corridor, my heart jumped into my throat, hoping it was Denis returning with the piece of evidence that would save Alpha Loran’s life.When the door finally opened and Denis slipped inside, my chest tightened. He looked exhausted, his shoulders slumped

The atmosphere in the tribunal chamber was... I didn't even know what I was feeling. I sat at the center desk, the wood feeling less like a position of authority and more like a barrier holding me back from a cliff. The room was empty of the usual roaring pack members, but the silence was far more terrifying. Eilis stood right beside me, his large frame casting a long shadow across my desk. Down below, heavily shackled in silver chains that hummed with a faint, suppressing energy, was the captured witch. He looked bruised and exhausted, but every time his dark eyes shifted toward me, my heart stopped. He was waiting for me to do what the letter had ordered. "Pass the verdict, Raven," Eilis said, his voice flat, cutting through the silence of the room. "Order his execution. We have extracted everything we could from him regarding the memory block on Mirabel. He is of no more use to us." My fingers dug into the edge of the desk. If I signed this death warrant, whoever wrote that

The next morning, I woke to the soft sound of Eilis moving quietly around the bed. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to remain deep and steady, pretending to be fast asleep. "Sleep, Raven," Eilis muttered softly under his breath, his warm fingers brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. "It's better if you stay in your room today. You don't need to witness this." I heard the click of the chamber doors as he stepped out, heading off to prepare the execution arena. He wanted a grand, public display to send a message to the entire kingdom. The moment his footsteps faded down the hall, I threw off the covers and swung my legs out of bed. The cool air hit my skin, sending a shiver through me, but there was no time to hesitate. My heart hammered against my ribs as I slipped out of my chambers using the hidden passage behind the tapestries—breaking the promise I had made to my guards to stay put. I moved quickly through the secret corridors, my eyes scanning every grate and

EILISThe wind at the high execution arena was bitter and sharp, whipping my cloak around my boots as I stood on the raised wooden dais. Below me, the stone courtyard was already filling up with pack elders, high-ranking officers, and warriors.In the center of the arena, bound to a iron post, sat the witch. His head hung low, the silver anti-magic chains clanking softly whenever he shifted."Everything is set, my Prince," my chief executioner reported, bowing his head as he approached. "The crowd is gathered. We await your word to bring down the blade."I stared down at the witch, my jaw clenching. Every instinct in my wolf screamed for vengeance. This creature had crossed into our territory and violated our borders. Leaving him alive was a vulnerability we couldn't afford.I am doing this to protect us, I reminded myself, my hand resting briefly on the hilt of my blade. I am doing this to clean the path for our child. So they never have to fear the shadows.I stepped up to the fro

RavenThe darkness pulled at me, warm and heavy from the healer’s potion, but I couldn't stay under. The knot of fear in my stomach was too tight, dragging me back toward consciousness piece by piece.My eyelids felt weighted, but I managed to open them just enough to take in the dim firelight flickering across the bedchamber. Eilis was still right beside me. He hadn't shifted an inch. Every beat of my heart felt like a betrayal. Every quiet breath I drew under his watchful eye tasted like salt and ash.A soft knock rattled the outer chamber door.Eilis’s head snapped up instantly, his jaw tightening, his wolf scent flaring with sharp alertness. "Enter," he commanded, keeping his voice low so as not to startle me.The door creaked open, and Denis stepped into the room. He carried a silver tray with a fresh pitcher of water and a clean washcloth, his head bowed deferentially. He looked every bit the quiet, dutiful servant, his steps light and measured as he crossed the plush carpet.