All Chapters of Bride of the Beasts: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 30: Blood in the Labyrinth and the Library

FENRIC'S POVI shifted the moment I left the breakfast table, bones snapping and reforming as my beast tore free, and launched myself down the corridor at a speed that blurred the world around me.The spiral staircases vanished beneath me in great lunging strides as something feral flooded my veins, burning away anything that wasn’t instinct. I barely registered descending level after level.I only knew one thing:I was going to tear those guards apart.But the rage wasn’t only for them. Part of it was directed at myself.Because I had seen Anwen in the maze yesterday. She’d looked distressed. I had heard her calling for me. And instead of going to her—instead of making sure she was safe—I had walked away like some wounded fool nursing his own pride.If I hadn’t ignored her, those scum never would have gotten near her.I was still sore from the rejection. Still ashamed of losing control. Still sickened by how close I’d come to forcing myself on her. Full moon or not, I had never lost

Chapter 31: She's Fading

FENRIC'S POVI could barely hear her heartbeat. And her breathing… it was fading, thinning into nothing, like threads being pulled loose one by one.“No,” I growled. “Anwen!”I dropped to my knees so hard the stone groaned beneath the impact. The shelf pinning her wasn’t heavy to me—not even close—but for her frail human body, it might as well have been a mountain. I could see where the weight of it had crushed across her back and shoulders.With one arm, I shoved the shelf upward, muscles locking with the strain, while the other slid beneath her carefully, dragging her free inch by inch.She sagged limply against me, her head lolling as blood traced a thin, horrifying line down her face.The moment she was clear, I let the shelf crash back to the floor. The thunderous impact shook the chamber.I gathered her fully into my arms, lifting her as if she were made of glass, terrified she might break further if I breathed wrong. Her warmth was fading. Her usual bright scent had thinned be

Chapter 32: When I Woke

ANWEN'S POVA small, broken whimper slipped from me before I even understood why.Everything felt heavy.Not the crushing weight of the shelf pinning me down, but a thick, dragging heaviness, as though I were drifting somewhere deep underwater. My head throbbed dully, thoughts slow and slippery, refusing to settle into anything clear.But even through the haze, I knew I wasn’t alone.The room felt warmer than usual. And beneath the heat lingered three scents I had come to know far too well over the past weeks.Mint and citrus.Sandalwood and leather.Cinnamon and cedar.I shifted instinctively, bracing for pain the moment I moved. But it never came.Only a dull ache lingered beneath the heaviness in my body.Confused, I lifted a shaky hand toward my head where the book had struck me. Instead of sharp pain or throbbing, my fingers found only a strange tenderness along my scalp, hair parted around a wound I could no longer feel.I felt something brush against my fingers. A hand.Large,

Chapter 33: The Storm Between Chambers

ANWEN'S POVI woke shivering violently—not just from the fever clawing its way back through my body, but from the cold itself.The chamber was freezing.Even beneath the thick blankets, harsh autumn wind slipped through the room, biting at my skin and stealing what little warmth remained. The fire in the hearth had long since burned out, leaving only darkness and cold stone around me.Outside, rain battered the fortress. I could hear it crashing against the walls and balconies in heavy sheets, broken now and then by distant thunder rolling through the mountains.For a moment, my thoughts stayed sluggish with sleep, fever, and the potion Brammon had ordered me to take before bed.My eyes strained as I searched the chamber. There was no moonlight—no silver glow through the windows, no soft spill of light from the balcony doors.The balcony doors.Realization cut through the haze.I had left them open earlier. After the kings left, I’d stepped outside for air, letting the cold wind clear

Chapter 34: In the Aftermath of Storms

ANWEN'S POVI stirred as a bead of sweat slid from my temple down my cheek, the familiar sign that my fever had finally broken. Relief washed through me, and I instinctively burrowed closer, pressing my face against it with a soft sigh.I was just beginning to drift back toward sleep when my hand brushed against something warm and solid.My eyes snapped open.I was staring at a chest. A bare chest.My head jerked upward so quickly it sent dizziness flaring behind my eyes. And there, only inches away, was Rhydan asleep beside me.For once, his face looked completely unguarded.No cold stare. No sharp frown. Just the slow rise and fall of his breathing, copper hair fallen loosely across his forehead as he slept.My heart clenched painfully.My gaze dropped again—first to the broad expanse of his bare chest, then lower. And lower still.He wasn’t wearing anything.A sharp spike of panic shot through me. I looked down at myself, lifting the edge of the blanket with trembling fingers.I wa

Chapter 35: Playing with Fire

FENRIC'S POVI genuinely thought that after the full moon incident—and after I abandoned her in that cursed maze—Anwen wouldn’t want anything to do with me.So when she asked me to take her outside today, I almost thought I’d misheard her.But she meant it.And I agreed before she could change her mind.If she was willing to give me another chance—even the smallest one—I would take it. I’d make things right. I’d earn back whatever trust I’d broken.Of course, that didn’t mean I could stop myself from getting under her skin whenever the opportunity presented itself. I probably shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do, but there’s something irresistible about the way she reacts.The spark that flashes in her blue eyes when she’s irritated. The sharp rise of her soft voice when she snaps back at me. The way color blooms across her pale skin as she fights to contain her annoyance.She burns so brightly when she’s angry.And I like seeing her on fire.I leaned against the doorway with my arms fo

Chapter 36: Fragile Hope

ANWEN'S POVI wasn’t sure Fenric would take me seriously.But out of the three of them, he was the least dismissive—the least likely to shut me down before I had even finished speaking. That didn’t mean he would agree, though. He might find the idea laughable. He might tease me for it. Or worse, turn it into another source of amusement.And yet, he was my only chance.Fenric listened more than most.So I took a breath and forced myself to meet his gaze. The golden light filtering through the autumn leaves caught against his silver-grey eyes as he watched me in silence, waiting. “Help me free my brother,” I said.The words left me in a rush, but once they were out, I held my ground. I braced for the same reaction Rhydan had given me—anger, refusal.Or Brammon’s cold dismissal.I half expected Fenric to scoff, to shake his head, to tell me I was being ridiculous.But instead, his smile widened.Not mockingly. Not cruelly.And somehow, that unsettled me even more. Because I couldn’t t

Chapter 37: Every Measured Word

FENRIC'S POVI watched Anwen as she ate her breakfast in silence, her movements small and careful, her eyes fixed on her plate.She had been mostly well-behaved these past few days—almost too well-behaved—ever since she’d asked for my help. The fire was still there beneath her skin, but she was holding it back, banking it, forcing herself to stay in control.For me.For her so-called brother’s freedom.And somehow, this restrained version of her amused me far more than the fiery one ever had. Well… perhaps only slightly more.She no longer glared at Rhydan. She was almost too obedient with Brammon. And every time I thought she might finally hurl a knife at me whenever I teased her, she bit her tongue instead.Anwen scraped the last bite from her plate, just as Brammon had instructed. I realized then that I wasn’t the only one watching her. Brammon’s assessing gaze drifted toward her every so often, while Rhydan pretended to occupy himself with his meal despite the sideways glances he

Chapter 38: The Weight of Waiting

ANWEN'S POVI paced my chamber all afternoon and well into the evening, unable to sit still for more than a heartbeat.Every sound in the corridor made me pause and strain my ears, foolishly hoping it might be Fenric returning with news. Whenever footsteps passed, I rushed to the door, pulling it open just enough to peek outside.But it was almost always Wells.Being the only servant permitted on this level, Wells moved constantly between chambers carrying linens, cleaning supplies, and stacks of folded clothing. By the time night settled over Blackreach, the sound of his soft footsteps had become painfully familiar.He always paused politely whenever he found me lingering near the doorway, though eventually even his expression began to show weariness at the sight of me.So when footsteps echoed through the corridor again—heavier than Wells’s careful tread, faster too—I shot to my feet and hurried to the door.“Fenric,” I breathed.But it wasn’t Fenric. It was Rhydan.He slowed the mo

Chapter 39: Paragon Square

ANWEN'S POVI kept my head down as I walked, lost in my thoughts. I was nearly at my chambers when a shadow stretched across the floor in front of me.I looked up.Rhydan stood there with his arms folded, his expression as hard as ever. I immediately stepped aside to let him pass, but he spoke before I could move around him.“You’re coming with me, human.”I blinked at him. “What?”Rhydan’s expression didn’t change. “I’ve had the misfortune of being assigned to escort you out of the fortress.” His tone was cold and clipped.I curled my fingers into my palms, forcing my irritation back down.“You don’t need to bother,” I said, keeping my voice even. “I don’t feel like going out.”And it was the truth. I didn’t want fresh air or sunlight or another walk through the forest. I didn’t want anything except to curl up in my chambers, wait for Fenric, and sink quietly into my own despair until he returned with something—anything—I could hold on to.Rhydan’s brow lifted. “It wasn’t a request.”

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