Chained Soldier Mc Novels & Stories

I let them wash me, dress me in clean rags, brush and braid my hair while they poured more of that stinking water over my skin. “Look at that. Now I understand why the alpha kept you alive,” the soldier leered, yanking my chains. “Let’s see how long that fire lasts.” We walked corridors and doors I’d never seen inside the fortress. Soon, we stood before massive dark-wood doors carved with a howling wolf beneath a full moon. Panic seized me. I thrashed, chains rattling, feet sliding on polished stone. My heart pounded; my lungs burned as if no air reached them. The soldier yanked harder, but I fought.

Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, staining the tattered fabric of her dress. Maddox stood before her. His eyes, dark as the abyss, gleamed with cruel satisfaction. His hands were coated in red—her blood. “No,” I breathed, but my voice didn’t carry. I tried to move, to rush forward, but my body wouldn’t obey. Chains wrapped around my wrists and ankles, holding me in place. I struggled against them, the metal biting into my skin, but it was no use. Soldiers—Maddox’s soldiers—stood on either side of me, their grips like iron, their faces expressionless.

Killian roared. Instead of trying to lift his massive weight, the Alpha used his single good leg to violently pivot his entire lower body sideways, his heavy iron chains sweeping across the floorboards like a scythe. The dense links caught the vanguard’s lead ankle with a bone-shattering crunch, throwing the soldier’s balance completely off as his heavy armor carried him forward.

The heavy grip of the soldier's hand clamped around my wrist like a shackle, pulling me forward through the endless stone corridors of the fortress. His fingers dug into my skin, rough and unyielding, as though he wanted to bruise me on purpose—to mark me as a criminal before I even stood trial. My chest heaved with every step, but I forced myself not to stumble, not to show weakness. Not anymore. Still, my heart thudded against my ribs as he dragged me through the grand corridors of the Lycan palace.

The last thing I remembered was the doctor’s voice: You’ll sleep a little, and when you wake, the world will be waiting. Well, it was. But not the world I knew. The air was thick with mold and rot. The faint flicker of firelight slipped through a grated door across the room. Stone walls bled dampness. I could smell old blood, dried, and something more primal. My pulse kicked. “Hello?” I whispered. “Is someone there?” No response. Until I heard footsteps. Heavy boots echoed against stone. The door creaked open. A man stepped through—towering, broad, dressed in black leathers with a crimson sash and a silver emblem on his chest: a crescent moon coiled in serpents.

The only family I had in this world was James and the rest of Titan King Motorcycle club. The End Thank you so much for reading you beautiful people. I hope you enjoyed reading this book. Writing this book took a lot longer than I thought it would, and right at the end, I decided to add a new scene! I based the character James off my incredible husband. He saved me, not like James saved Kirsty- I wasn’t involved with any bad guys- I promise! The next book in the series will be hopefully released in June. It is the eagerly awaited book for Ink and Tina, The mom and dad of the clubhouse. We will find out the story of how Ink met Tina, and how he became the president of The Titan Kings MC.

Rico stated as he hugged his son. "I just got lucky dad. I'm so grateful for meeting Mr. L.A. His scholarship is the only one in the world. Imagine being provided of everything we need to finish Medicine. Don't worry about sending me money anymore. Everything has been arranged already. I have free board and lodging, allowance, books, and anything I'll be needing in school will be provided." Clive excitedly narrated to his parents. "I hope we will be able to meet Mr. L.A. someday. He's really a philantropist by nature. He has provided you everything that we cannot provide." Rico stated in a self-pitying tone.

Wolves began to growl low in their throats. Silver’s heart hammered. The world she had left behind was only miles away. Soon, the march would end, and the fighting would begin. She took a deep breath to steady her trembling chest. “Eyes open. Weapons ready. From here, we don’t falter.” Matt called out, his voice rang out, firm as steel, even as her insides threatened to split apart. The grounds of the hollow moon camp looked like a war ground. There was blood everywhere, the dirt paths, the grasses, and even the air was thick with the residual smell of smoke. Houses were half burned to the ground, and wolves, in their human form, were injured.

Behind him, three others fanned out, their eyes glowing with their wolves’ presence. “Identify yourself,” the soldier barked, shining a flashlight in my face. “This is a private event for King Voltage and Alpha Theo. No entry.” I didn’t stop walking. “I said halt!” The soldier moved to block me, reaching for my shoulder. I didn’t break stride. My hand moved faster than his eyes could track. I grabbed his wrist, twisted until the bone snapped with a wet crunch, and used his momentum to spin him around. I grabbed his head with my other hand.

I would have wrapped it up again but he just quickly overpowered me. "Listen carefully my wife" he said while staring at me. I swallowed as he opened my thigh. "You are chained into me. In our marriage my Mrs.Villa Cruz" he said as he pushed his shaft inside mine. He didn't sign our annulment papers ?!