All Chapters of BOUGHT BY THE BEAST: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I didn't move Caspian off my lap.I sat there on the cold, wet stone, my hands covered in his blood, my eyes fixed on the man with the iron pike. My First Moon power was exhausted, the gold in my vision flickering like a lantern running out of oil, but the wolf in my chest didn't care about fatigue. She bared her teeth, her growl vibrating low and steady through my throat."Touch her," Ezra said, stepping directly between me and the pike, "and you will not live long enough to see the sun again."The rogue laughed, a dry, barking sound that rattled off the cavern walls. "Look around you, Prince. You have a bleeding human, a limping soldier, a traitorous boy, and an unconscious King. You are four men in a hole, and I have thirty fighters behind me."More men stepped out of the dark. They carried rusted axes, iron pipes, and heavy hunting knives, their yellow eyes glowing in the torchlight. They smelled of sweat, rot, and the desperate, hungry violence of men who had lived like animals fo

The second knock never came.Martha shoved the door open hard enough that it slammed into the stone wall, and the smell hit us before her words finished landing.Smoke. Hot resin. Burning pine. It poured into the warm room in a dirty gray wave and turned the steam from the hot spring bitter in my throat."Up," she snapped. "Now! The upper pass is on fire."Caspian was already moving.One second I was in his lap with his mouth still close to mine. The next he set me on my feet, grabbed the nearest dark shirt from a wall hook, and dragged it over his bloodstained chest without bothering with the buttons. His silver eyes were wide awake and lethal, all exhaustion burned clean off his face the moment the threat touched the air."How bad?" he asked."Bad enough that the east vents are coughing black," Martha said. "Marcus did not dig for us, he set the timber line on fire and let the mountain do the rest. If the smoke settles into the lower caverns, every child in this settlement dies choki

The heavy tactical boots crunched through the hard snow with a sound like snapping bones.Thirty mercenaries spilled over the ridge line from the main trail, their dark winter coats caked in ice, their faces covered in black masks. They formed a tight semi-circle at the top of the path, cutting off the way back to the mine shaft. Behind us was nothing but the sheer drop of the cliff, a hundred feet down into the jagged rocks of the gorge.High above on her stone perch, Morgessa looked down on the scene like a queen watching a blood sport. Her green silk gown was stained with her own blood, her eyes wide and burning with a feverishly hateful intensity."Kill the girl," Morgessa called out, her voice floating down through the howl of the wind. "Take the King if he can be managed, but do not let that girl walk off this mountain alive."The lead soldier raised his heavy assault rifle, locking his sights onto my chest.Caspian didn't give him the chance to pull the trigger.He moved with a

Caspian didn't let go of me when he stood up.His bare arms stayed wrapped around my waist, hauling me flush against his side, his skin radiating a furnace heat that melted the snow around our boots into steaming pools of water. I could feel his heart thudding under his ribs... heavy, fast, and completely real.The bond between us wasn't just back... it was a roaring, blinding heat that flooded into my chest, filling me with his scent, his terror, and a love so fierce it made my throat ache.I pressed my face into the crook of his neck and wept. I didn't care about the wind or the snow or the blood on my hands. I just needed to feel him breathing."I have you," Caspian whispered into my hair, his voice rough as torn cloth. His hand moved over my back, his fingers trembling as he touched the scrapes on my skin, checking me over and over as if he still couldn't believe I was in his arms. "I have you, my Queen. I am right here."On the high rock ledge above us, Morgessa took a slow, shaki

Caspian lifted me from the thermal pool in one smooth motion, water cascading off his dark skin into the steaming basin.He did not let my feet touch the damp stone floor. He wrapped me in a thick layer of wolf fur, lifting me into his arms as if the weight of my body were nothing to him.His bare chest was still hot, his pulse thumping hard against my cheek. Every movement he made was heavy with that territorial, protective male energy that made me feel small, safe, and entirely cherished.He set me down on the edge of the stone bed inside our private room, kneeling between my thighs.His large, calloused hands worked quickly, drying my damp skin with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his broad, battle-scarred frame. His eyes were pure silver, bright and focused on my face, searching every inch of me as if he were still convinced I might vanish into steam."You are shivering, my love," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly."Just the air," I whispered, my fingers resting on