All Chapters of Bound To The Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Push Luna…push!” The midwife delivering my mother ordered.”The baby is almost here, I can see its head.”My mother screamed in agony as she gave one final push with all her strength. And finally I was born.I came out screaming, but immediately I was totally detached from the warmth of her womb. I went completely silent. I was passed to a younger midwife and she looked at me with an expression that looked both like curiosity and surprise.“She’s quiet all of a sudden,” she whispered to the other midwives.“All babies are different, maybe she’s calmed down now.” Another responded, moving towards the Luna, my mother to check on her.“....No…she’s gone…” The elderly midwife muttered. “The Luna is dead!”“It is not possible, this cannot be.” The one holding me said, as she looked down at me. My eyes began dilating to a shade of light violet.“She’s cursed!” She screamed and tossed me out of her arms as if I was some sort of a parasite. The elder midwife caught me just in time before I fe

“And where do you think you are going sister?” She questioned, twirling the glass of wine like a villain, that she was.“Celeste please, I’m not in the mood.” I responded in annoyance, I have had enough for a day to deal with any of her schemes this evening.“Oh look everybody, the curse of Silverstone pack now gets to dictate who does what.” She said loudly, which drew the attention of almost everyone in the room.She was out to humiliate me tonight.“What exactly is it you want from me, haven’t you taken enough to last a lifetime.” I demanded from her. She laughed and stepped closer to me. “I should be the one asking you that question. Or rather how you ever thought a person like Caden could be your mate.”I gasped in surprise, how did she know?“Surprised much.” She said, lowering her voice to the point it sounded like a whisper. “You think I didn’t notice how you look at him. It’s too bad you got rejected.”“Get lost Celeste.” I muttered.“Oh I will, in just about a—”Before she co

IVORY'S POVThe car was warm.That was the first thing I noticed, the first thing I catalogued and filed away behind the careful blankness I had been wearing since the moment Zion Valdris turned to Edward and said done without a single pause.The car was warm, and it smelled like something I did not have a name for. Clean. Expensive. Like leather that had never had anything spilled on it, and underneath that, was another smell. Cedar, maybe. Rain on stone. The kind of smell that you could never pinpoint.I pressed myself into the corner of the back seat and did not move.There were three of them in the vehicle with me. A man in the front passenger seat who had the particular stillness of someone trained for violence and waiting patiently for permission to use it, and Zion himself. He sat on the opposite end of the back seat, separated from me by an expanse of space he had not tried to close. He was reading something on a small tablet, the light from it turning the planes of his face s

I did not sleep.I had not expected to. Sleep required a level of physical surrender I had learned to ration carefully, a deliberate relaxing of the architecture I kept constructed around myself at all times, and I was not capable of that here. Not yet. Maybe not for a long time.Instead I sat in the chair by the window and let the night do what it was going to do.It was quieter than Silverstone. That was the first strange thing. The pack house had always carried noise even in the small hours, the particular ambient restlessness of too many people compressed into shared territory, someone always awake, always moving, the creak of floorboards and the low murmur of voices in rooms I was not invited into. I had learned to measure the house by its sounds. I knew what three in the morning sounded like versus two. I knew the specific quiet that meant Edward was working late and the different quiet that meant he had gone to Selena's rooms, and I knew not to confuse the two because the conse

The notebook had been under the mattress for two nights.I was aware of it the way you are aware of a conversation you have been putting off: not with dread, exactly, but with the particular weight of something unfinished. It sat in the peripheral of every other thought. I would read about lycan territorial law in the library and feel it. I would eat the morning meal by the window and feel it. I would lie down at night and feel it, that slight unevenness against my hip, patient and undemanding, which was somehow the most difficult thing about it.Mira had pressed it into my hands knowing I would wait until I was ready. She had always understood my thresholds better than I did.By the third night, I decided I was ready, or close enough.The castle had gone quiet around ten. I knew the pattern now: Haela's last round through the east corridor at half past nine, the kitchen staff finishing up sometime after that, the night patrol settling into its rhythm by ten. I had mapped the building'