All Chapters of BOUND TO THE FORBIDDEN ALPHA PRINCE • BOOK II: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

🩸WARREN🩸 She moved with the same unbothered, deadly grace she always carried, dressed head to toe in blood red, the fabric flowing loose and unmistakable with every step. Her crown sat steady atop hair still white as fresh snow despite everything last night had put her through. Her spine was straight. Her chin was lifted. Her eyes swept the hall once, slow and dismissive, and every Alpha in that room rose at once, chairs scraping hard against stone, heads bowing low and fast. I smirked, watching her cross the room. This was the one moment in my entire life I understood exactly why my father had loved her the way stories claimed he had. Even I, his son, could not have held onto beauty like that. Death itself had apparently failed to dull it. She had been shot three times less than twelve hours ago, and she walked into this hall like she owned every single soul in it, and the truth was, she did. My father had been many things, most of them terrible, but he had been smart enough to

🩸WARREN🩸 He looked like he had walked straight out of the forest itself, leaves and mud still clinging to his clothes, his eyes hollow with exhaustion. His hands were scratched, his boots were torn, and there was a wildness in his expression that told me he had not slept at all since I left him standing at the edge of the eastern border last night. I had told him Rayne had been taken. I had told him whoever took her could not be found. I had walked away from him without another word, leaving him standing alone in the dark while I went back to the pack house to deal with the aftermath of the battle. He had clearly spent every hour since searching. "Please." His voice cracked, raw in a way that told me he had been screaming into the trees. "Help me find her." "I already told you." I did not slow my stride. "Whoever took her cannot be found." "I traced footprints down the eastern border." He fell into step beside me, desperate, matching my pace even though I could have outrun him

💫RAYNE💫When I opened my eyes again, I was cold.Not the ordinary cold of stone and thin fabric. This cold had settled deep inside my own bones, a chill that felt like it had been placed there deliberately rather than simply accumulated from the room around me.I curled into myself immediately, my teeth already beginning to chatter.Where am I?I tried to sit up. My body felt heavier than it had before, every limb sluggish and slow to respond. I looked around, and the room stared back the same as always. Same stone. Same narrow window. Same locked door.But something felt different.I looked down at my own hands, and my breath caught hard in my throat.Blood.My palm was bleeding. I stared at it in confusion, turning my hand slowly over to examine it properly. A fresh knife mark cut clean across the center of my palm, the edges still raw and weeping.My heart began hammering faster."No."I touched the cut carefully, wincing at the fresh sting of it. It hurt, sharp and immediate.Th

🩸WARREN🩸Heat crawled up the back of my neck, sudden and total, my whole spine locking rigid where I stood at the treeline. My fingers curled hard enough into my palm that the torn scrap of her dress crumpled fully inside my fist, forgotten entirely.I could not tell anymore whether the fury climbing violent through my own chest belonged to me or to Kian pacing wild beneath the surface. It did not matter. Both of us wanted exactly the same thing in that single, blinding moment.I crossed the distance faster than conscious thought could properly track, closing the space in one motion and yanking the bastard clean away from her, hard enough that he stumbled off his feet and hit the ground rolling through wet leaves.Rayne's eyes went wide. "Mal!"She screamed his name in genuine terror and scrambled up, running straight toward him.Toward him?!"Are you okay?" Her voice cracked with real fear, both hands already reaching fast for his face, tilting his chin, checking him over like his

What happens when you discover you come from a bloodline powerful enough to make entire kingdoms whisper its name in fear, only to learn you were born without a single trace of the power everyone expected you to carry? What happens when the very people who should have loved you unconditionally decide instead that your existence itself was a mistake requiring correction? They call me the Bloodless. Not because I am weak. Not because I am powerless. I am neither of those pitiful things. I have simply never carried the particular gift my bloodline was supposed to pass down through my own veins. And somehow, in the cruelest joke this realm has ever played on a newborn child, that absence has made people fear me more than the power itself ever could have. Because The Bloodless was never supposed to exist at all. They look at you the way you look at spilled milk. Something gone wrong the moment it happened, something that never should have been allowed to happen in the first place. And