All Chapters of Bloodbound: A Consort For The Vampire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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CHAPTER EIGHTY~ The Weight Of Regret.

Rebecca’s POV The cold was a living thing in the North. I pulled my threadbare coat tighter around my swollen belly, but the chill had long since seeped past the layers of fabric and into my bones. I’d stopped feeling my toes days ago. Perhaps longer. Time had become a blur of gray skies, endless trudging through snow, and the gnawing emptiness of hunger that never quite left me. Mathews walked ahead of me, his broad shoulders hunched against the wind. He hadn’t spoken to me in hours. Not since the last time we’d stopped to rest and I’d asked foolishly, if we were getting any closer. He’d looked at me with those cold, calculating eyes that used to make me feel safe and protected. Now they just made me feel small. “Ask me that one more time,” he’d said, his voice flat and dangerous, “and I’ll leave you here for the vultures.” I’d believed he would. I stumbled over a hidden patch of ice and caught myself on a gnarled tree branch. The bark scraped my palm, drawing a th

CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO~ There's Nothing Left To Hide.

Rebecca’s POV The night was brutal. The wind howled through the mountain pass, rattling the thin fabric of the tents.I lay curled on my side, one hand pressed to my stomach, listening to the rhythmic breathing of the others.I couldn’t sleep. I hadn’t been able to sleep properly since we’d left the North. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kieran’s face. I imagined the betrayal in his eyes when he read my letters.I’d known, even then, that I was destroying something precious. But I’d convinced myself that the war was more important. That freedom was more important.But what freedom was I fighting for now? Freedom from the vampires? Freedom from the Agreement?Or freedom from the guilt that gnawed at my insides like an hungry animal?I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to force herself to rest. I am so tired. Bone-deep, soul-crushing tired. The pregnancy was taking everything out of me, draining my energy and leaving me hollow.And still, I had to keep moving.Mathews shifted in

CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE~ You Deserve To Know You Saved Mankind.

Kieran’s POV By the time I get through showering, shaving, and putting on clean clothes, I’ve depleted what’s left of my energy. My eyes slowly blink open and closed. Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion, and I give a fleeting look to the neatly made bed. The idea of a nap sounds incredibly inviting, but what if Beau wakes up and asks for me? What if he needs me? I shake my head. No, a nap is not an option. I force my feet to keep moving and close the door behind me. Flames flicker along the hallway. It’s barely enough light, but I keep to the center where the rock is the smoothest and the most well traveled. It isn’t until I’m standing in front of Caspian’s office door that I realize I have no idea where the dining hall is located. Every meal I’ve had has either been in my room or with Caspian. The guards standing on either side of the door stare down at me. Their green uniforms remind me of the doctors in Beau’s room. “Do you have an appointment with the cons

CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR~ Someone IS Kissing Him.

Caius’ POV Beau is fragile now. With every shallow breath, and with every shiver that wracks his body, it shows. He’s no longer the fierce warrior that suited him as a vampire. He’s reverted to human form, and he’s weak. My human knows it, too. What he doesn’t realize, however, is how close Beau is to knocking on Death’s front door.He can’t sense Beau's emotions, the warring depression and confusion while he sleeps. He can’t smell Beau’s blood and the way it’s slowing down and losing its vibrancy of life. The Secondary medics see his health is deteriorating, but they can’t see what I see either.They’re living their lives ruled by the side of them that’s human. Most of them probably haven’t tasted a drop of blood in centuries. If they did, they’d be able to smell the change in Beau’s life source. They’d be able to sense the shift in his blood. His body is resilient enough to fight; his strength as a vampire was proof enough of that. The sudden onslaught of emotions and sorting

CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE~My Weakness.

Caius’ POV My human clutches the remains of a piece of citric fruit in his palm. His breath shudders as his gaze flickers between the two of us before lingering on me. I feel his eyes travel down my face and across my body which I know is poised for a fight. This Secondary leader might have his nation by the balls, but he doesn’t have me. “Is Beau alright?” My human’s voice breaks. He has no idea why I’m here. Now that my human’s attention is off Caspian, the ever so tactful consulate has the gall to glance at him, smiling in a way that makes me want to leave the imprint of my knuckles on his face. “He’s fine,” I snarl. “Oh.” Caspian smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, goading me with a tilt of his head. “Your barbaric vampire came to save you. Kieran. Are you in need of saving?” I bare my fangs to him and feel the black liquid replacing the hungry red of my irises. “Careful, Mr. Consulate. I would not hesitate to rip your heart out.” Just a whisper of hesitation and

CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX~ Beating Him To Submission.

Kieran’s POV Flames lick the wall of rock along the dingy hallway, leaving behind charred traces of their touch. Flickers of gold and red intertwine, and they dance with a fervor that shows their hopefulness for freedom. It’s an ache that restlessly prowls inside me, too. For months we were running, hiding and searching. Now that we’re ‘guests’ in the Secondary fortress, I feel more trapped than ever. Caius changes our course, steering us away from the medical unit. “Aren’t we checking on Beau?” I ask, trepidation in my throat. “He’s stable, human. We have an urgent matter to tend to first.” An urgent matter? The image of Caius and the handsome man on screen drops into my brain like a persistent fly on a pile of shit. Will that man be there? Does he have to do with this urgent matter? Between Beau’s waning health and the heavy choice of providing my blood for the war still lingering in the back of my mind, my emotional state is hanging on by a thread. I’m running on fume

CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN~ Why Did You Let Them Do This To Me?

Beau’s POV Blond hair spills over my chest, covering my skin with a feminine, gentle reassurance. I lean forward and breathe her in, until it’s branded to memory. Her scent tickles my nose and mixes with the natural scent of her blood - a subtle sweetness that even my subconscious knows by the back of its hand. Warm breath slips past her lips and caresses my bare skin. I stare at the ceiling and try to remember what it felt like to hold this woman and love her without craving her blood. It’s normal to forget everything after turning. When a human changes, a portion of their brain (the one that holds memories) is wiped clean to start anew. The emptiness I carry in me is anything but normal. What’s worse? I know I should feel lonely, but it’s as if my receptors to feel are being blocked from the inside out. All I know is that so much is missing. And this woman, Rebecca, is the only way to bridge the gap. Caius claims my subconscious can’t remember her. It’s not possible. So

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT~ His Lifeline

Explicit Content 🥵🥵 Final quickie before life starts to happen to them. Kieran’s POV We’re silent because we have to be. After Evans’ wordless confession, we know our every movement is being watched. We’re in an underground snow globe, trapped but transparent. Caspian is in control of it all, pulling our strings and making us dance to his whim. Evans trails his finger up the back of my elbow and leans into me. Caius stiffens at our closeness. “Caspian will summon you,” he whispers. “Be prepared.” He gives Caius a solemn nod and leaves us, moving down an unfamiliar corridor. The wiggling flames tighten around his silhouette, shedding light to his slight limp and slender frame. Shadows swallow him whole, and Caius nudges me to keep walking. We’re out in the open here. There’s so much that needs to be said, but it’s not here. Never out in the open. “Beau’s going to die.” They’re the first words spoken by either of us since we left Beau’s bedside. Caius replies with a cur

CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE~ You Have A Debt To Pay.

Kieran’s POV Warm breath treks over the fine hairs of my forearm. It isn’t right. It should be cold. I pry my eyes open, adjusting to the dimly lit room. I have no sense of time. My being aches for sunshine and the sense of this hidden world. Evans is crouched down beside my bed. He props his elbows onto my blanket, forcing it tighter against my ribs. My fingers idly roam over to the side of the bed I already know is empty. Evans watches my slow movements, and he frowns before giving a subtle shake of his head. He knows who I’m looking for, and he knows he’s gone. “Why are you here?” I rasp. His gaze flickers to the end of the bed. The decorative flower which held one of Caspian’s hidden cameras is fixed, polished, and once again watching my every move. Evans’ doing? Or that of a Secondary, sent here to replace the lens while also removing Caius from my bed? “Caspian sent me,” Evans whispers. I expected this to happen. Caius prepared me for it, and I know what I’m suppose

CHAPTER NINETY~ You-Know-Who.

Caius’ POV Droplets of water trickle down the slabs of manmade walls, finding homes within the cracks of their foundation. The gentle whiskers of rats sniff along the corridor in search of scraps of food. Even in stillness, there is movement. There is life.I close my eyes and blend into the shadows, melting into the darkness. I am stone and nothing. My thoughts are silenced as I tap into the soulless creature within me. It’s where vampires are meant to live, meant to thrive. It’s been centuries since our kind has crawled out from the ashes - not to be better, but to be equal.I hone in on my senses and am keenly aware of just how much the human world has weakened me. My thoughts have overtaken my senses. My feelings, what little I possess, have overpowered my judgement. It is not wrong. Such is the nature of becoming conditioned. Yet it goes against the grain of my DNA, against my immortal being.“...to hold them.”Voices echo through the corroded pipes above me. Feet shuffle. T

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