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

LORRAINE’S POVThe door swung open with a light push. Straightening my spine, I took a cautious step inside.I nearly gasped at the sheer size of the room. It resembled a grand, abandoned throne room with a massive throne rising at the far end, flanked by rows of ornate stone seats.My eyes were immediately drawn to a series of large oil portraits lining the wall behind the throne. I walked closer, leaning in to read the plaque beneath the first frame.Lord Alexavian Lancaster. Reign: 2023-PresentHe had been Alpha for three years. Impressive.I nodded slowly, studying his features on the canvas. Dark hair, a sharp jawline, piercing green eyes. The crown resting on his dark hair made him look even more regal than usual.And absurdly handsome.My heart skipped a beat as his painted eyes seemed to track me for a fraction of a second. I took a quick step back, blinking hard, but the image remained still.This room isn't cursed, is it? I cast a quick glance back toward the door before mov

LORRAINE’S POV​“Not again.” I groaned, rolling over onto my side and clutching my head.I had woken up with splitting headaches more times in the past few weeks than I had in my entire life.​“Can you keep it down?” I murmured into the pillow. The faint clinking of a metal tray nearby made the pounding behind my eyes ten times worse.​I scowled, finding the noise unusual. Alexavian loved the quietness of his mornings, he would never allow a maid to make a racket like this.​“Ouch!” I yelped, my eyes flying open as a sharp, stinging pain burned across my arm. “What are you doing?”​I glared down at the maid crouching beside the bed.​She immediately pulled her hands back, burying her head into her trembling shoulders. “Forgive me, my lady! I was only... doing as I was instructed.” She pointed a shaking finger toward my forearm. “Dressing your wounds.”​Wounds?​I pulled my sleeve back further. Patches of raw, blistering red and purple skin stretched across my forearm. It looked like a

ALEXAVAIN’S POV“Who is this ‘she’ you are whispering about?”I let out a quiet sigh as Andreus’s voice came across the room. Of all the things Andreus could have overheard, it had to be that.How foolish of me to forget that his hearing was just as sharp as mine when he chose to pay attention.​I should have simply ordered him out.​“It is nothing,” I dismissed, picking up a book from the side table. The less he knew about Lorraine, the better. ​“Wait... are you talking about the red-haired beauty I bumped into in the hall?”​“Red-haired beauty?” My eyebrows pulled together in a sharp frown. I threw an inquiring glance toward Jules, but he merely shook his head, as surprised as I was that Andreus had already crossed paths with Lorraine.​“What the hell? There’s no way—”​“Mind your language,” I warned sharply.“My apologies.” Andreus barely looked remorseful. “There's no way you have no idea someone like that is living under your roof. An outsider, no less.”​So he had already piec

LORRAINE’S POVI shot Casimir a look that screamed, I thought he was already waiting at dinner. He only shook his head, seemingly just as confused as I was.“What are you doing here?” Alexavian stood at the end of the hallway, exactly where Andreus had disappeared.Alexavian stood at the far end of the hallway where Andreus had vanished moments ago. His hands were tucked casually into his trousers, his dark eyes tracking us both.“I was... looking for—” My eyes darted around frantically before landing on Casimir. I grabbed his arm, looping mine securely through it. “I was looking for Casimir.“Is that so?” Alexavian's gaze dropped from my face to our interlocked hands. Something unreadable flickered across his expression before his eyes returned to mine. “How strange. Andreus just informed me that you were looking for me.”Damn it.My jaw twitched. That red-haired daredevil was even more scheming than I thought.Casimir silently tried to pry his arm out of my grip, but I held on with

LORRAINE’S POV“Is this what you wanted to show me?” I gripped the torch tighter, the flame flickering against the damp stone wall. “You don't have to remind me, I already know how much the Crimson Pack hates witches.”​“What? No... Well, yes, witches are pretty much loathed around here, but...” Andreus paused, glancing around the cells. “Look, that’s not why I brought you down here.”​“It’s not?” I frowned, watching him step toward a cell a few feet deeper into the dark.​Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a heavy iron key, unlocked the door with a loud click, and gestured for me to go inside.​Does he intend to lock me in here?Andreus gave me a dry laugh. “You really think I dragged you all the way down here just to lock you up?”Clenching my fingers around the wooden torch, I stepped closer to the open cell door. Inside, a dark shadow sat crouched on the cold stone floor. I threw an inquiring glance at Andreus, but he simply nudged me forward.​Taking a deep breath, I stepped i