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All Chapters of Bound to the Alpha Who Ruined Me ( MM Romance): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER 10

********** The corridors of the palace stretch out like the gullet of some great, stone beast, swallowing the light from the high, arched windows. Madam Sarah leads the way. Aiden trails half a step behind, his eyes fixed on the hem of her starched black uniform, the white apron fluttering with her brisk movements. The air here smells of lemon polish and cold stone, a stark contrast to the damp earth and pine needles he is used to. "So," Madam Sarah says, her voice light but carrying an undertone of authority. She glances over her shoulder, her eyes sweeping over him. "Which pack do you hail from, boy? You have the look of the northern territories about you." Aiden’s jaw tightens. He keeps his mouth shut, staring resolutely at a scuff mark on the floor. The question scrapes against a raw nerve in his mind, dragging up memories of snapping jaws, and the feeling of teeth tearing into his flank. He doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to speak of the rejection or the v

CHAPTER 11

********** Grey mist swirls around Aiden’s ankles, cold and damp, smelling of wet earth and crushed vegetation. He stands in a void, turning in slow circles, but the fog obscures everything beyond a few feet. He takes a step forward, his boots sinking into soft mud, and the scent of wild mint and sharp thyme hits his nose. He realizes this is the clearing where he plucks herbs for his mother, the same treacherous hillside behind the village. Through a thinning patch of mist, he sees her—the woman from that day. She sits on a flat stone, exactly as she did then, her back rigid, her roughspun wool dress stained with dirt. She doesn't move. Her voice echoes in his head, a melodic whisper that vibrates in his chest. Wake up, she says. Wake up. The pitch cracks and deepens, the soft feminine tone twisting into a rough, masculine baritone that jars his teeth. Aiden gasps, his eyes snapping open. Elias’s hand grips his shoulder, shaking him hard. "Wake up, you deep sleeper," Elias grunt

CHAPTER 12

********** The heavy oak doors of the dining hall swing shut, cutting off the low murmur of the King and his guest, leaving only the clatter of silverware against porcelain. Aiden moves quickly, his hands gathering the heavy ceramic plates, the scent of roasted boar and spiced wine lingering in the air. The frilly maid dress he’s been forced into is a nightmare of lace and short hemlines. Every time he reaches for a platter, the fabric rides up, exposing the pale skin of his upper thighs to the cool castle air. He feels the eyes of the other servants on him, a mix of curiosity and judgment, but it’s the weight of the King’s gaze from earlier that still burns a hole in his back. He stacks the dishes with practiced efficiency, balancing them precariously as he falls into line behind the other maids. They march through the narrow stone corridors, the flickering torchlight casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. The sound of their footsteps echoes rhythmically until they pu

CHAPTER 13

********** Aiden scrambled backward, his boots scuffing loudly against the polished stone of the terrace. He practically ripped himself free from the King’s loose grip, the fabric of his own tunic pulling tight across his chest before snapping free. He hit the ground hard, one knee slamming into the gravel, and bowed low, his forehead nearly touching the dust. "Greetings, Your Majesty," Aiden stammered, his voice cracking in the quiet air. He squeezed his eyes shut, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "I... I lost my way. The corridors are a maze, I didn't mean to intrude. Please, forgive me." Silence stretched above him, heavy and expectant. Then came the sound of boots crunching on the gravel, slow and deliberate. A shadow fell over him, blocking out the pale afternoon light. A hand, warm and firm, gripped his chin. Fingers dug into his skin, tilting his head up until he was forced to look. Aiden’s breath hitched. He had seen the King from a distance

CHAPTER 14

********** The heavy oak door slams against the stone frame, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet chamber. Aiden stumbles inside, his chest heaving as if he’s just run a marathon without shoes. Sweat beads on his forehead, cold and clammy, dripping down to sting his eyes. He leans back against the wood, the rough grain biting into his shoulder blades, and drags in ragged lungfuls of air. The room spins, the velvet drapes and polished furniture blurring into a smear of royal colors. Elias looks up from the small desk where he’s polishing a blade, the cloth pausing mid-stroke. His eyes narrow, scanning Aiden from his disheveled hair to his scuffed boots. "You’re panting like a dog in heat," Elias says, his voice low and rough. "I thought you said you needed rest. That you were staying in bed." Aiden wipes his mouth with the back of a shaking hand. He can still taste the metallic tang of adrenaline—or maybe it’s the lingering ghost of the King’s saliva on his tongue. He

CHAPTER 15

********** Damian swirls the dark vintage in his goblet, watching the red liquid cling to the crystal before taking a slow, deliberate sip. The taste is heavy on his tongue, rich and bitter, much like the current state of his affairs. His mind, however, is far from the paperwork scattered across his mahogany desk. It is fixated on the new arrival—the gift from Alpha Kael. Aiden. The omega is a rarity, a specimen of such delicate, refined beauty that Damian has seen few like him in his years. He has fucked countless omegas, bent them over every surface in this palace, but this one is different. There is a glint in Aiden’s eyes, a calculated reserve that screams of cunning. He is playing hard to get, a dangerous game in the court of a King who takes what he wants. A smirk curls Damian’s lip as he pictures that pretty, defiant face. Let the omega play his little game. Damian intends to see just how tough that resolve really is when it is tested against pure, unadulterated dominance

CHAPTER 16

********** Aiden freezes, the air in his lungs seizing up as Damian’s grip on his buttocks tightens, possessive and unyielding. The King’s large hands span the width of his ass with terrifying ease, fingers digging deep into the muscle, squeezing tight until the flesh yields under the pressure. The heat of his palms sears Aiden’s cold skin, a brand of ownership that sends a jolt of electricity racing up his spine. He is trapped, bent slightly at the waist, with the King’s hands firmly clutching his exposed rear, their faces inches apart. The scent of Damian’s musk washes over him—thick, heavy, and aggressive. It smells of dark pine and raw, unfiltered alpha pheromones, a biological command that makes Aiden’s head spin. His body betrays him; his hole twitches traitorously, clenching around nothing as the invasive scent triggers a submissive response deep within his core. "Not so fast, pup," Damian says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the small space between them. He doesn'

CHAPTER 17

********** Damian takes a step closer, the heavy weight of his arousal shifting with the movement. His cock, thick and flushed with blood, bobs slightly in the air between them. He stands there, unashamed of his nakedness, letting his eyes roam over Aiden’s form with a hunger that makes the air in the room feel suddenly thin. The silence stretches, filled only by the sound of their breathing, before Damian breaks it. "Have you ever been touched by anyone?" he asks. His voice is a low rumble, dripping with implication, the words hanging in the space like smoke. Aiden’s heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that threatens to burst from his chest. He forces his eyes to remain fixed on a point on the wall just above Damian’s shoulder, refusing to look down at the imposing erection so close to him. "What do you mean?" Aiden replies quickly, his voice higher than he intends. He waits for the king’s reply, but his gaze betrays him, drifting downward despite his best effort

CHAPTER 18

********** The room is steeped in shadows, the only light a pale sliver of moonlight cutting across the heavy duvet. Aiden holds his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He reaches out, his fingers trembling slightly as they hover over the nightstand. Just as his fingertips brush the cool metal of the dagger resting there, a hand snaps up from the tangled bedcovers. Damian’s grip is iron-hard, clamping around Aiden’s wrist with a speed that belies his supposed slumber. Aiden gasps, the sound sharp in the quiet room, his eyes widening as he is frozen in place, caught in the act. The king’s eyes are open, dark and gleaming with a predatory alertness that sends a jolt of fear—and something else—racing down Aiden’s spine. Before Aiden can react, the world tilts. Damian moves with a fluid, terrifying strength, and suddenly Aiden finds himself caged against the mattress. Damian looms over him, his knees pinning Aiden’s thighs, his weight pressing Aiden i

CHAPTER 19

*********** "Announcing the arrival of Princess Diana," the steward’s voice booms through the heavy oak doors, the sound vibrating against the stone walls. Aiden freezes, his eyes flying open. Panic seizes his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs. The Princess is here. If she walks in and sees him like this—pinned beneath the King, his tunic torn, skin flushed with illicit heat—his life is over. He tries to pull back, his hands scrabbling against Damian’s shoulders, pushing for space, for sanity. But Damian doesn’t stop. He ignores the announcement entirely, his focus narrowed down to the body beneath him. He grinds his hips harder against Aiden’s, the friction of their clothed groins sending a jolt of terrified pleasure up Aiden’s spine. Damian lowers his head, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of Aiden’s neck, biting down hard enough to mark him, to brand him where anyone could see. Aiden gasps, the pain mingling with a rush of adrenaline. The handle of the

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