All Chapters of Bride of the Beasts: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Gadreel stood at the foot of the stone steps, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared into the gray morning.The air was cold enough to bite at his cheeks despite the heavy cloak draped around his shoulders. Behind him, the keep loomed like a silent sentinel. Its gray walls were thick, its towers watchful, and the Scions guarding its gates stood as motionless as gargoyles.This place lay hidden deep in the outskirts of Selenhal, a secret among secrets. No one entered without permission.Gadreel shifted his weight, a mixture of excitement and nerves tightening in his chest.Then he straightened at once as he felt that familiar hum of magic.At first, it was faint, a subtle vibration that seemed to resonate through his bones. The air shimmered, bending light into rippling waves that danced across the ground. A heartbeat later, a swirling portal tore itself open before him.From its center stepped a tall, lean figure, his long hair as dark as midnight swept back by the wind and th

ANWEN'S POVIn the days that followed, Fenric hardly let me out of his sight.It was as though I were a new toy he had just acquired—one he was still too fascinated by to put down. Part of me wondered if that fascination would eventually fade.Lately, he hadn't been spending his days at the military camp, where he usually oversaw training drills and the countless other duties required to command an army. Instead, he remained in his study—and brought me along with him.The room was surprisingly organized for someone as chaotic as Fenric. Shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, packed with books, maps, ledgers, and scrolls. A massive desk dominated the center of the room, usually buried beneath stacks of reports.When he worked, he made space for me at a smaller table by the window. Sometimes he gave me simple tasks—sorting documents, reading reports aloud, organizing maps by region. And when he had nothing for me to do, he simply let me sit there, as though my presence alone ste

ANWEN'S POVFenric crouched so I could slide from his back, my legs unsteady after the long ride south of Blackreach.The air was colder here, just as Brammon had warned, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. When I lifted my gaze, the sheer scale of the military camp stole the breath from my lungs.It stretched across the plateau like a small city of stone and canvas.Rows of tents—some simple, others reinforced with leather and metal—lined the outer edges. Beyond them stood sturdy stone buildings, their roofs slanted to shed the early frost. Smoke curled from chimneys. The clash of weapons echoed from nearby training yards. Watchtowers rose along the perimeter, their banners snapping in the wind.Everywhere I looked, Scion soldiers filled the camp—marching between buildings, drilling in formation, or standing watch in polished armor.Every one of them paused when they saw Fenric. A heartbeat later, their attention shifted to me.Dozens of eyes fixed on me at once, as though t

ANWEN'S POVI didn't remember the walk back to the quarters. I didn't remember crossing the room in Fenric's arms, or being lowered onto the bed.The next thing I knew, a soft mattress pressed against my back.Before I could draw a single breath, his mouth crashed into mine—possessive, demanding. I startled for only a heartbeat before I kissed him back just as fiercely, pulling him closer. He let out a low groan of approval, his tongue sliding against mine, and the sound sent something chilling down my spine.Then his hand was at my sleeve, rough and impatient, tugging the fabric down over my shoulder. I heard the tear before I felt the sharp rip of delicate material giving way. Cool air hit my skin as the dress was stripped off, thrown somewhere to the floor in a crumpled heap.I was bare now, completely, the chill of the room raising gooseflesh across my skin. But Fenric's body was warm above me, and the kiss only grew more consuming. His hand found my breast, cupping and kneading w

ANWEN'S POVI was still floating in that hazy aftermath when Rhydan's voice cut through the fog."She's ready for you, Brammon," he said.Before his words even registered, Brammon moved. He grabbed my knees and slung them over his broad shoulders, his large hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place. I had no time to recover, no time to catch my breath—he simply lowered his head and brought his mouth between my thighs, his tongue finding my swollen, oversensitive flesh.“Wait,” I gasped, pleading for a reprieve.But no one heard.Then he slid his tongue inside me. And it was everything I had imagined.No, it was more.It was magnificent. Thick and impossibly long, filling me in ways that made my vision blur at the edges, reaching places that had never been touched so thoroughly, moving with swift, rhythmic precision that had me gasping within seconds.I found my peak again in no time, crashing over the edge with a cry that sounded torn from my throat.He didn't pull away. He licked