All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ALPHA KING: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I woke up the next day feeling something holding me tightly. I was still sleepy, so I didn’t open my eyes and just moved my hands over whatever was wrapped around me. I felt something firm and warm pressed against me. There was also something resting against my chest. I blinked my eyes open slowly and looked down. My soul nearly left my body when I saw Cyrus sleeping peacefully while holding me. His face was pressed against my chest, which made my cheeks burn since only a thin layer of cloth covered me. His muscular arms were wrapped securely around me as he slept. I couldn’t move. I was frozen in shock, and on top of that, he was holding me far too tightly. I tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he only groaned and tightened his arms around me. I took a slow breath, trying to calm myself. My cheeks burned bright red. I tried tugging on his hair and tapping his face, but he didn’t budge at all. After waiting a few more seconds, I called his name and shook him gently. Cyrus fin

Today was the last day of my kitchen duties. Cyrus liked my food. Not that I cared whether he liked it or not, I was just saying. He even asked me to give the head chef my recipes. I shared a few of my favorites so I could enjoy them more often. I hadn’t seen Julia after that, but I heard she’d been complaining to everyone about how horrible the food was these days. Maybe it tasted bad to her because of all the crap that came out of her mouth. Meryl helped me finish everything before we left the kitchen. Finally, my punishment was over. I loved cooking, but not in a hot room with fires burning everywhere. That was hell. I drew in a breath and quickly headed to the bathroom to take a bath, ready to get out of my sweaty clothes. Meryl gave me a shoulder massage as I relaxed. “Thank you so much, Meryl. You’re an angel,” I sighed. “I was so tired.” “Don’t worry, my lad

“What?” I took a deep breath. “I said I’ll help you with your rut.” Cyrus frowned, his gaze settling on me. “And you expect me to believe that? You wanted nothing to do with it earlier.” “I know.” I swallowed. “I changed my mind.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Why?” “I can’t let Julia stay here anymore. She’s abusing her relationship with you. She slapped my maid today. She’s trying to vent the anger she has toward me on them.” I gritted my teeth. “I won’t allow that. She needs to leave this castle.” “Aria, this isn’t something you decide on impulse,” Cyrus said, his voice was low but still commanding. “Think carefully before you offer yourself like this.” “I have,” I said, meeting his eyes. “I’ll help you through your rut. In return, you send her back.” Silence stretched between

“She’s gone now. Are you happy?” Cyrus asked as he dried his hair, water still clinging to the ends. “I can’t say I’m happy, but I’m definitely less annoyed.” “You’re still not satisfied?” He raised a brow. “No,” I shrugged. “Because I have to sleep with you. It’s not exactly something I look forward to.” He paused, then looked at me before walking closer. I was sitting on the bed and instinctively tried to scoot away, but he caught my chin before I could move far. “Saying that to my face after agreeing to it?” His grip was firm, his gaze sharp. “You do have some nerve.” He leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear. “Do you want to back off? Doing it with someone who’s not willing isn’t my kind of thing. So if you’re scared just say so.” “I’m not scared….” I said, unable to stop myself from gulping. “Your rut… when will it start?” I asked, trying to steady my voice

I bit my lip as his hand slid between my legs. Every instinct told me to close my knees and hide, but I forced myself to stay still. Cyrus gripped my jaw lightly, making me look at him. “Look at me.” “Do I have to?” I muttered, trying to turn away. “Yes,” he said seriously. “Otherwise, I won’t know if you’re uncomfortable.” I sighed and forced myself to face him, though I still struggled to hold his gaze. God, this was humiliating. I had been with someone before in my previous life, but it had never felt like this. There was something about Cyrus that constantly put me on edge. Maybe it was because he was impossible to read. He rarely showed emotion. Rarely said what he felt. And yet everything about him felt intense. His fingers brushed against me through my panties. The touch was feather-light at first, barely the