All Chapters of BOUND TO THE FORBIDDEN ALPHA PRINCE • BOOK II: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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WELCOME TO SHADOW PACK.

Author’s Note Welcome to Bound to the Forbidden Alpha Prince, Book Two of The Cursed Bloodline Series. This story can be enjoyed on its own, but for the full emotional journey—and to truly understand Warren, the legacy he carries, and the world he was born into—I highly recommend reading Book One: Bound to the Alpha I Swore to Kill first. Whether you’re returning or joining the series for the first time… Welcome back to Shadow Pack. Now, let’s see what kind of monster Adrian left behind. ✦────✦✦────✦ ✦────✦✦────✦ To everyone who believed the beast died with my father— You were wrong. I am what remains. And I have no intention of being saved. ✦────✦✦────✦ ✦────✦✦────✦ 🩸WARREN🩸 I have never understood why people call my father a hero. Heroes are supposed to survive. They are supposed to live long enough to see their children grow, to watch their packs flourish, to grow old in the arms of the women they love. My father did none of those things. He died in the dirt with

Last Updated : 2026-07-17

THE THIEF

💫RAYNE💫My stepmother’s scream hit me before I even crossed the kitchen.“What do you mean you didn’t get any vegetables!”“The money you gave me was not enough.” My voice came out low. I had learned a long time ago that talking too loud in this house only made things worse.“But you were able to buy your dress for the bonfire tonight huh, you fatass!” Dahlia walked into the kitchen holding up the gown I had thrifted from the local market. She held it by the shoulders like it disgusted her to touch it.“I bought that with my own money.” My hands curled into fists at my sides. “Dad bought you a new dress with money that could have lasted us another moon. He bought nothing for me.”“Because you’re ugly Rayne.” Dahlia’s eyes dragged down my body, slow, the way she always did before she said something meant to cut deep. “You’re fat. You think they make expensive dresses in extra large? Let alone four extra large?”She never got tired of it. My weight was the one thing she could always r

Last Updated : 2026-07-17

THE ALPHA PRINCE

💫RAYNE💫I could not stop shaking.My wrists were still pinned behind my back, the rope was cutting into my skin with every step the men forced me forward. My legs moved on their own now, one foot after the other, because I did not have a choice.I knew exactly where they were taking me.The Pack House. The Alpha Prince.I did not even have to ask. Everyone knew where thieves went…. Straight to the Alpha.I was beyond terrified. Not because I had stolen. I had stolen plenty of times before and always managed to slip away clean. This was different. This time they had caught me, and this time I knew exactly who I was about to stand in front of.I had heard stories about the Alpha Prince. He was cold, cruel and merciless.Nothing like his parents.I had always admired Alpha Queen Isora. People said she once fed starving rogues instead of killing them on sight. People said she saw the good in everyone, even the ones nobody else bothered looking twice at. I used to lie awake as a child an

Last Updated : 2026-07-18

THE PROPHECY WAS WRONG

🩸WARREN🩸MINE!The word exploded through my skull the moment our eyes met. I did not choose it. It simply arrived, tearing through every wall I had spent twenty-four years building brick by brick.Kian roared inside my chest, a violence I had never felt from him before. Not once. Not in every fight I had ever thrown him into, not in every kill I had let him taste.MINE.The force of it nearly knocked me off balance where I sat. My hand found the arm of my chair and gripped it until I felt it start to splinter under my palm.Twenty-four years of discipline kept my face exactly where it belonged. Cold and unreadable. Carved from the same ice everyone in this pack had accused me of since I was a boy. But underneath that stillness, something ancient had clawed its way awake, and it was already dragging its claws down the inside of my ribs, demanding I move, demanding I claim, demanding things I had sworn my entire life I would never want.No.Absolutely not.This could not be happening.

Last Updated : 2026-07-19

WOLFLESS

💫RAYNE💫The guards dropped me on the cold stone floor of the cell, and my twisted ankle screamed the second it took my weight.I bit down on the sound before it could escape. I had learned a long time ago not to give anyone the satisfaction of hearing me hurt.The door slammed shut behind them, and the lock turned with a sound that settled deep into my chest. I stayed where I had landed for a long moment, my cheek pressed against the stone, my wrists still raw from the rope. The floor beneath me held no warmth at all. It seeped straight through my torn dress and into my skin until I could not tell anymore where the cold ended and my own body began.I pulled myself upright, dragging my back against the wall, and finally let myself look around. Stone on every side. A small window cut high near the ceiling, too small for anything but light to pass through. No blanket. No bed. Just me and the cold and the ache spreading up from my ankle into my knee.I was never going home.The thought

Last Updated : 2026-07-21

THE HIGH TABLE

💫RAYNE💫The guard led me through a set of doors so plain they looked like they belonged to an entirely different building than the one I had just been dragged through. No marble here. No fountains. Just narrow stone corridors that smelled like boiled linen and woodsmoke, and the sound of dozens of footsteps moving fast in every direction.My ankle throbbed with every step, but I kept pace anyway. I had already learned tonight that slowing down only invited a hand to grab me somewhere it hurt.The corridor opened into a wide room packed with people. Servants in matching gray dresses stood in uneven rows, some of them still tying aprons behind their backs, others whispering to each other with their heads bent close. A woman stood at the front of the room with her arms crossed over her chest, and the second I saw her face, I understood exactly why every single person in that room had gone quiet.She looked to be near my father’s age, her gray-streaked hair pulled back so tight it stret

Last Updated : 2026-07-22

ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY

💫RAYNE💫 The wine hit Emery’s dress in a wide dark stain, spreading fast across pale blue silk, soaking through before I even understood what my own hands had done. For one endless second, nobody at that table moved at all. I stood frozen with the empty tray still tilted in my grip, watching the stain crawl outward across her lap, and some small stupid part of my brain kept insisting this wasn’t real, that I would blink and the tray would still be steady and the glasses would still be full and none of this would have happened yet. Then the gasps started, rippling outward from the high table into the crowd below like a stone dropped into still water. Chairs scraped back hard on either side of the platform. Guards rose to their feet, hands already dropping to the blades at their hips, and the sound of metal shifting against leather was the loudest thing I had ever heard in my life. Emery shot up out of her seat so fast it toppled over behind her. “You absolute cow.” Her voice crac

Last Updated : 2026-07-23

MY FATHER’S SON

🩸WARREN🩸“A word.”My mother stood from the high table without waiting for my answer, already moving toward the Alpha quarters with Garrick falling into step beside her. She did not look back to see if I followed. She never needed to. Twenty-four years of being her son had taught me that when Queen Isora said a word in that particular tone, refusing was never actually an option, no matter what title I carried, no matter how many men in this pack answered to me and me alone.I knew exactly what was coming. My stomach already knotted with it, tight and sour, the way it always did before one of these conversations.“Take her away.” I said it to the guards without looking at either of them. My eyes stayed fixed on the empty space where the thief had knelt, where the wine had pooled dark against the stone beneath her knees. Something in my chest pulled toward that empty space the second the guards dragged her out of sight, some invisible thread yanking tight enough that I had to grind my

Last Updated : 2026-07-23

I WAS NOT ALONE

💫RAYNE💫 The guards left me at the edge of the woodpile without a single word, their torchlight shrinking smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely around the side of the pack house, and then there was nothing left but me and a mountain of logs stacked taller than my own head. Talia had tried to come with me. I heard her arguing with Greta the entire walk out here, her voice pitching higher with every step, insisting she could help, insisting nobody would even notice one extra pair of hands in the dark. Greta had shut her down flat, told her the punishment belonged to me and me alone, and that helping me would only earn Talia the exact same fate. I had wanted to tell Talia not to bother fighting for me. I barely knew her. She owed me nothing at all. But some small, starving part of me had still hoped, right up until Greta’s voice cut through the corridor and ended the argument for good. Now I stood alone in front of an axe half buried in a stump, the handle worn smooth f

Last Updated : 2026-07-24

A DIFFERENT CURSE: THE BEAST DOESN’T SLEEP

🩸WARREN🩸 I sat in the dark with my eyes closed, and nothing in this room dared challenge that darkness. No candle. No lantern. No sliver of moonlight bleeding through shutters I had nailed shut with my own hands years ago. Everything sat black and silent around me, exactly the way I preferred it, exactly the way I had built this room to be. My body remained here, still, seated, breathing slow and even. My mind had already gone somewhere else entirely. Screams filled the space behind my eyes. Not one voice. Many, overlapping, tangled together into something that should have sounded like chaos but instead sounded almost like music to me. Beneath the screaming, I heard hearts. Dozens of them, maybe hundreds, beating in ragged, desperate rhythm, blood pulsing hard through veins that did not belong to me and never would. Faces flickered through the dark next. My own face, over and over, aged in ways I had never lived long enough to see myself. Older. Harder. Lines carved deep by d

Last Updated : 2026-07-25

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