All Chapters of Bought by the Feral Billionaire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Blue sterile light hummed in the high-tech medical suite of the Vance Aegis, a stark contrast to the burning fires of the subterranean world fading into the distance miles below. The dark ocean beyond the reinforced viewport was churning violently, the Midnight Fleet holding a defensive perimeter around the ocean rift.Dominic stood at the central examination table, his huge, giant bulk making the entire room look small. His white dress shirt was ripped and smeared with soot and abyssal blood, but his eyes were fixed fiercely on Clara. His big calloused hand rested over her lower abdomen, his thumb soothingly rubbing in rhythmic circles as he felt the warm, celestial pulse of their unborn heir – The Sovereign Eclipse. His grey eyes, still burning with residual molten gold, scanned her face for any sign of distress."You should be resting," Dominic growled low, his velvet voice thick with possessive concern that vibrated deep in his chest. "You pushed your frostfire to the absolute lim

It was dawn over the Pacific Ocean, but not in the soft gold of morning, but in a blood-red horizon, announcing the coming celestial alignment. The Blood Moon was rising, creeping to its zenith with each hour.On the surface, the ocean was a turbulent warzone. Fifty heavy dreadnoughts and battlecruisers of the Midnight Fleet formed an impenetrable ring around the boiling ocean rift. Automated plasma turrets groaned as they scanned the sky and sea, while subsurface sonar arrays pinged continuously into the endless dark below.Deep in the belly of the Vance Aegis, in the cavernous primary sub-hangar, the heavy tactical submersible Leviathan-Nine rested on its magnetic launch cradle.Leviathan-Nine was made from a multi-layered titanium-obsidian alloy and powered by an experimental void-plasma core, a marvel of billionaire engineering and supernatural weaponry,specifically designed to withstand the brutal, hull-crushing pressure of seven miles beneath the ocean.Dominic stood on the elev

The lingering ash of a thousand destroyed specters rained down upon the dark obsidian plaza like bitter gray snow, dissolving into nothingness the moment it touched the blazing ground.Volcanic heat rolled off the surrounding hydrothermal vents in waves, distorting the air inside the pressurized atmospheric bubble seven miles beneath the Pacific Ocean. High above the caldera, the red glare of the Blood Moon pierced through the abyss, bathing the ancient stone monolith in a sickening, crimson hue.At the base of the altar, the High Elder trembled with a mixture of ancient fury and mounting horror. His rotting silver robes billowed violently against the hot sulfurous draft, his skeletal leviathan mask creaking as he glared at the two figures standing unscathed before him."Impossibility..." the High Elder rasped, his voice sounding like dry bone grinding against stone. "The blood of the Northern Keepers was meant to be broken... drained... extinguished! How does a mortal girl command su

Four months had passed since the treacherous depths of the Aethelgard Trench were frozen solid and the Primordial Council’s five-hundred-year reign was shattered forever. Back in the heart of the reclaimed Northern Goalkeepers’ territory, the ancient Frost-Spire Sanctuary had been restored to its former glory, its high crystalline towers gleaming in the arctic nite.But tonight the sky over the sanctuary was a celestial spectacle not seen for a thousand years: a rare Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse, with the silver face of the moon haloed by a brilliant white-gold solar corona.The air in the great royal chamber was alive with raw divine magic, warm with burning hearths of sacred pine, fragrant with wild frost-clover.Clara lay back against a mountain of velvet cushions, her dark hair damp with sweat and cascading over her shoulders in wild waves. Her amber eyes flared into brilliant white-gold with every surge of labor, her fingers digging fiercely into Dominic’s calloused hand. White frost

The quiet within the Imperial Bedchamber of the Frost-Spire Citadel was a rare, sacred sanctuary. Outside the floor-to-ceiling arched glass viewports, the northern aurora borealis swirled across the star-studded sky in brilliant ribbons of violet and emerald. The grand coronation echoes down in the Great Hall had finally quieted into distant music, leaving the private wing bathed in the warm, dancing glow of hearth fire.Dominic stood near the edge of the plush, velvet-draped canopy bed. He had stripped away his heavy ceremonial mantle and meteor-steel armor, wearing only a loose black silk shirt with the top buttons undone and dark trousers. His massive, broad-shouldered frame cast a towering shadow across the polished oak floor, but every movement he made was executed with exquisite, deliberate care.In his arms, he held his four-month-old son. The infant—cradled comfortably in the palm of Dominic’s massive, calloused hand—gazed up at his father with eyes that shimmered with a calm,