chapter 151: Love them equally

With Calani’s help, I managed to stand on my own two feet, though every small breath felt like a tug against the tight thread holding my skin together. The royal robes hid the bulk of the thick linen wraps, falling over my frame in long, sweeping folds of deep velvet.Calani picked up Lysander, while I carefully lifted Amias into my arms, holding him close against my chest to offset the strain on my stomach.The doors swept open. Eilis was waiting right outside, his eyes scanning me from head to toe with razor-sharp worry. Without a word, he stepped up to my side, slipping a warm hand around my waist to secretly take most of my weight as we began the slow trek toward the Great Hall."If it hurts too much, tell me," Eilis said under his breath, his eyes fixed straight ahead. "I don't care about the tradition. I will pick you up and bring you back.""I'll make it," I gritted out, leaning into his shoulder just enough to stay upright.The corridors were lined with guards, their heads b

Chapter 152: Healed

Two days passed, mostly spent in bed resting and taking care of the boys. The tight wraps around my waist kept my stomach stable, and by the time the morning of my twentieth birthday arrived, I could walk around the room without needing Eilis to hold me up.The whole castle was preparing for the day. Because it was my twentieth birthday, and because of the newborn princes, King Nicholas had ordered a full day of celebration throughout the territory. Banners were hung along the walls, music echoed from the lower courtyards, and servants moved back and forth through the halls bringing food and wine for the feast set for that evening.In our room, things were quiet.Lysander was asleep in the wooden cradle, while I sat on the edge of the mattress holding Amias. Eilis walked back from the window, carrying a small tray with breakfast, and set it on the table near the bed.He sat beside me, reaching out to adjust the blanket over Amias's shoulder."Happy twentieth birthday, Raven," Eilis

Chapter 153: My mother was Matilda

That night, the exhaustion finally caught up with me. My eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. I fell into a sleep so deep it felt like drowning. In the dark of my mind, I wasn't lying in the bedchamber. I stood in a vast, silent space filled with thick grey mist. The air felt weightless, smelling faintly of crushed herbs and fresh rain. Down around my waist, the velvet robes and tight linen wraps were gone. I looked down. Across my lower abdomen, the rough line of the incision stood out sharp against my skin, the black thread holding the sliced flesh together. Slowly, without thinking, I lifted my hand and placed my palm flat over the center of the cut. My skin felt warm, so hot it almost stung. A faint, golden-white light began to bleed out from between my fingers, creeping into the dark line of the wound. The dull ache beneath my palm dissolved into a soothing, cool wave that washed straight through my muscle and bone. In the dream, I smoothed my thumb over the cut, tracing th

chapter 154: So good at lying

He didn't move. He didn't even blink. Eilis turned around slowly. Every drop of color had drained from his face, leaving his skin sickly pale. The dark, erratic edge in his eyes died out, replaced by a quiet, dead emptiness that terrified me a thousand times more than his shouting ever could. "What did you just say?" he asked. His voice wasn't loud. It was barely a whisper, dragging out of his throat like rusted metal. My heart hammered so hard against my ribs I thought it would snap them. I pressed my back flat against the door, my entire body shaking so violently I could barely stay upright. Tears spilled over my eyelashes in hot, blinding streams, blurring his rigid silhouette. "Marilyn... Marilyn is innocent," I choked out, the words coming in desperate gasps. "She didn't do anything to me, Eilis. Please... please just listen to me. My mother was Matilda. I'm her son. I'm the witch." He stared at me. He just stood there, looking at me like I was a stranger, like the perso

Chapter 155: The Wolf is Eilis

"You think I want to be a witch?" I snapped back, suddenly fed up. "You think I like any of this? Why would I lie about something like this, Eilis? Why would I ever want to hurt you? Every time you hold me, every time you tell me you love me, I'm choked with guilt because of the secrets I've been keeping from you. “I’ve known my mother was Matilda for months! Almost every night I wake up from a nightmare where you kill me because of what I am. I’m so tired of being scared, Eilis." I sniffed, wiping futilely at the hot tears dropping down my face. "I'm so tired of lying to you." For a long moment, Eilis fell completely quiet. He just stared at me, his face unreadable, and that dead silence terrified me far more than his shouting. "What else did you hide from me?" he asked. His voice was unnaturally soft. I stared back at him, a faint flick of hope rising in my chest. Did he finally accept the truth? Were we going to be okay? My questions were answered instantly when his hand sho

All Chapters of Bride Of The Beast: Chapter 151 - Chapter 155

chapter 151: Love them equally

Chapter 152: Healed

Chapter 153: My mother was Matilda

chapter 154: So good at lying

Chapter 155: The Wolf is Eilis