All Chapters of BOUGHT BY THE BEAST: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Caspian’s hand clamped around my ankle with enough force to bruise the bone.He was on one knee on the blood-stained floor, his bare chest heaving, his dark hair soaked with sweat. The sound of that ancient horn was still screaming through the cavern, a horrible, high-pitched wail that made my own head throb.And because my First Moon blood was running through Caspian’s veins, the sound was hitting his heart like a whip, making his skin turn pale and cold.Yet he did not let me go."Do not," Caspian rasped, his voice raw, dragging the words from somewhere deep in his chest. "Do not take one step toward him, Rielle.""He is killing you," I sobbed, trying to pull my foot free so I could step between him and the horn. "Caspian, please, his horn is tearing at your heart!"Gideon stood in the ruined doorway, the black bone horn pressed to his lips, his yellow eyes glowing with cruel satisfaction. He blew harder, and the sound sharpened into something that made the stone ceiling crack above

The parchment crumpled in Caspian’s fist, the sound sharp as a snapping bone in the quiet room.Blackwood Peak... the place where my mother had hidden her family’s ancient seal thirty years ago, fleeing the very monsters who were now trying to dig it out of the cold earth."He knows," I whispered, the wolf furs wrapped around my shoulders as I stood up. My feet were bare against the stone, but I barely felt the cold. "Draven knows my mother’s heritage. He knows what the First Moon seal can do.""He knows if you claim that seal, the northern packs will answer your call instead of his," Ezra said, his voice grim. "The Council is divided right now. Half of them are following Draven out of fear, but if a true Bloodline Heir shows up with the ancestral seal... his coup falls apart."Caspian stepped between me and the others, his broad, bare back a wall of solid muscle and heat. He reached out without looking, his large hand finding my waist, his fingers digging into my hip with a possessive

The moment my First Moon blood touched the black obsidian, the cold stone drank it in.It did not trickle or pool. The tablet absorbed every drop, the black surface soaking up my blood until the carved lines of my mother's clan mark turned the color of deep, wet iron.A low, heavy thrum rose from the bedrock beneath our boots. It was not a spell... it felt like a deep, sleeping lung taking its first real breath in thirty years. The stone beneath us shivered, sending a vibration straight up through the soles of my boots into my teeth.Caspian's arms tightened around my waist, pulling me back against his bare, hard chest. His heat wrapped around me, solid and protective, his chin resting against my shoulder as his silver eyes watched the altar."Look, my love," Caspian whispered into my ear, his voice thick with pride. "It knows you."Then, the obsidian tablet split down the center with a sharp, dry crack.The dark stone parted, revealing an empty space inside the altar. Resting in the c

The old alpha who had knelt first in the snow was named Harek.He climbed the stone steps of the temple with his helmet tucked under his arm, his grey beard stiff with frost, his dark eyes fixed on the silver pendant resting over my heart. When he reached the terrace, he did not look at Caspian first, nor at Ezra.He looked at me."Thirty years ago, I stood in this same plaza and watched Evelyn Morven ride away," Harek said, his voice like grinding stones. "She told us the covenant was dead. She told us to hide our sons and keep our heads down.""My mother was trying to protect you," I said."She was," Harek agreed. He looked at the hundreds of northern warriors standing in the snow below, their spears lowered, their banners heavy in the winter air. "But protection without a leader is just waiting to die. The northern packs do not answer to Lord Draven... we answer to the blood."Caspian stepped closer behind me, his broad chest pressing against my back, his heavy arm sliding around my

The horn roar didn't come from an instrument... it came from a throat so large and ancient that the sound rattled the loose rocks on the ground.High on the granite crags, where the four Frostwood snipers had been taking aim at Caspian’s head, the snow wall burst open.A massive, slate-grey wolf... the size of a bull, with fur matted by ice and battle-scars... hit the ledge with a heavy, bone-crushing thud.And before the lead sniper could swing his rifle around, the grey beast’s jaw clamped over the barrel, snapping the steel like a frozen twig, and threw the shooter twenty feet down into the gorge.Behind the grey wolf came thirty heavy armored riders.They wore thick leather and dark silver armor, riding massive war horses that churned the deep snow into red mud. At their front rode a woman with hair as white as birch bark, holding a heavy broadsword.The True Elder Guard of the Frostwood Clan.The remaining three snipers dropped their rifles into the snow and sank to their knees, t