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Chapter 55: THE MESSENGER
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Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 56: THE BREAKING POINT
The sound of bone meeting flesh echoed through the great hall as Dorian’s boot connected with the messenger’s ribs. The force of the kick sent the man flying across the room, crashing into a wooden table that shattered under the impact. Papers, maps, and goblets spilled to the floor, but Dorian’s focus was fixed on the man crumpled in a heap against the wall.Blood trickled from the corner of the messenger’s mouth as he struggled to breathe, his face contorted in pain. He hadn’t even seen the blow coming, but Dorian wasn’t finished. He stalked toward the broken man, his eyes blazing with unrestrained fury.“Did you really think you could deliver his orders to me?” Dorian growled, his voice low and menacing. “Did my father send you here to mock me?”The messenger whimpered, trying to pull himself to his feet, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. His breaths were shallow and ragged. “M-my Lord,” he gasped. “I-I’m just—"“Silence!” Dorian snapped, kicking the man’s leg out from under him, se
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 57: POWER UNKNOWN
Dorian felt Irwin’s touch like a shockwave, her grip firm yet strangely calming. His breathing was labored, his mind racing. "How did she calm me?" It didn’t make sense. Just moments ago, rage had consumed him, his anger at the hybrid messenger burning inside him. He had been ready to kill without a second thought. But with a single touch, Irwin had stopped him.He took a step back, eyes fixed on her, his body still tense. "What was happening?" Irwin, the weak mate, the one everyone dismissed, the one he never wanted, was now standing in front of him with a quiet authority he had never seen in her before. It wasn’t loud or forceful. She wasn’t commanding with power, but with something far more unsettling an invisible presence that radiated from her.The hybrid messenger, still crumpled on the ground, struggled to crawl out of the room, blood spilling from his lips. His eyes flicked between Irwin and Dorian, filled with fear and confusion. Dorian’s heart raced as he kept his distance,
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 58: A MIND OF TURMOIL
Dorian locked himself in his chamber, pacing restlessly, his mind spinning with confusion. The scene with Irwin kept replaying in his head, and each time, it left him more unsettled. His hands trembled—not from fear of the message, not from the looming threats they faced, but from something far more troubling: Irwin.How did she hold me down?The memory of her touch haunted him. She hadn’t used force or any kind of magic he recognized, but with just one gentle touch, she had drained away the fury that had been burning inside him. He had been ready to kill, to unleash his anger on the hybrid messenger without hesitation, but then she had stopped him, and he had no idea how or why.Dorian clenched his fists, trying to shake off the feeling. He was the Alpha, feared and respected by all. No one could calm him when he was in that state—not even himself. But Irwin had. Dorian kept pacing, his heavy footsteps echoing in the silent room. Irwin was changing, that much was obvious. There was
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 59: LOCKED HEART
Irwin followed Dorian to his chamber, her heart weighed down by the confusion swirling inside her. Her mind spun with questions. Dorian had always been so controlled, so dominant in every situation, but the way he had reacted today… it was different. He had looked at her like she was someone he didn’t recognize—someone he feared.The sound of her footsteps echoed in the narrow hallway as she approached his door. She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts before raising her hand to knock. The wood felt cold beneath her fingers. Gently, at first, she rapped on the door. “Dorian,” she called out softly, her voice laced with uncertainty but underpinned by resolve. “We need to talk.”Inside the room, Dorian was standing just behind the door, his forehead pressed hard against the wooden surface. His eyes were closed, his breath coming in ragged bursts. He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to face her. Not now. Not when his own emotions were in turmoil. Irwin had done something—som
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 60: THE WALLS BETWEEN US
The soft echoes of Irwin's persistent knocking filled the dimly lit hallway, reverberating off the cold stone walls. Each knock was more insistent than the last, a desperate plea for an answer she feared might never come. Her heart raced as she leaned against the door, waiting for some sign that Dorian was listening—that he still cared enough to let her in. But the silence that greeted her was suffocating, thick with unspoken fears and unresolved emotions.The guards standing at the end of the hall exchanged uneasy glances. They had all witnessed the scene earlier—Dorian's explosive anger, the way Irwin had stopped him with just a touch, her hand calming the storm inside him when no one else could. It had been a moment none of them had expected, least of all Dorian. Inside his chamber, Dorian sat in the middle of the room, his head in his hands. He could still feel the ghost of her touch on his skin, that moment replaying in his mind over and over like a broken record. Her fingers ha
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 61: A WITCH SNIFF
The air in Valen’s den was thick with tension as Vendetta circled him, her sharp gaze never leaving his face. Her boots scraped against the stone floor with each step, a subtle rhythm that matched the thrum of irritation growing in Valen’s chest. She was always like this—always sniffing out secrets, always prying where she didn’t belong.Vendetta paused, her nostrils flaring as she caught the faintest whiff of something in the air. “Something’s changed, I'm telling you,” she murmured, more to herself than to Valen, though the words hung in the room like a challenge. Her eyes flickered with an eerie curiosity, like a predator catching the scent of wounded prey. “I can sense it.”Valen leaned back against the rough stone wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her. His patience was already wearing thin, and Vendetta’s probing didn’t help. “Stop sniffing around like a witch in heat,” Valen snapped, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes narrowed as Vendetta continued to pace
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 62: THE NEWS OF THE HYBRID
"Spill it, Vendetta," Valen said, his voice low and sharp, eyes narrowing as he leaned against the cold stone wall. His patience had worn thin with her games, and he had no time to humor her theatrics. And Vendetta had always been so capable of taking her time when delivering news, savoring the control she held over the conversation.Vendetta turned slowly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Always so demanding, aren’t you, Valen?" she purred, pacing in a slow circle around him. She liked to draw things out, relishing the tension. "But you see, good information is like a fine wine. You can’t rush it."Valen’s jaw clenched. "I'm not in the mood for games today, Vendetta," he growled, his tone full of warning. "Get to the point, or get out."She stopped in front of him, that sly smile widening across her face. "Very well," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I got word from a very reliable source." Her eyes sparkled with malicious delight as she continued. "It seems that lit
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 63: THE PLOT THICKEN
Vendetta's eyes narrowed as she watched Valen, her patience wearing thin. His mind had clearly drifted, and though his face was stoic, she could sense he wasn’t fully engaged in their conversation. She leaned in closer, her voice low but urgent."How should we attack?" she asked, her sharp gaze cutting into him like a knife. She knew Valen was a strategist. He always had a plan, a perfect one. She needed to know it now, to hear him lay out the steps that would dismantle Dorian once and for all.Valen blinked, snapping back to the present as her words registered. For a moment, he had been lost in thoughts of Lovethe, but Vendetta’s insistent tone forced him to focus. His sharp mind quickly realigned with the conversation, calculating every move like a master chess player eyeing the board. He couldn't let Vendetta catch wind of his distraction; she would pounce on any perceived weakness.Without missing a beat, he leaned back in his chair, his face betraying nothing. "Patience, Vendetta
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Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 78: YOU NEARLY GOT YOUR WISH
"I thought if I pushed you hard enough, you’d leave," Dorian admitted quietly, the truth slipping out as if he hadn’t intended to reveal it. His gaze was distant, fixed on a point somewhere past her, as though looking at her would make it harder to continue. "Maybe you’d reject the bond yourself."His words hung heavily in the room, their meaning sinking into the space between them. Irwin felt a familiar ache stir in her chest, the old hurt of his rejection rising to the surface again. She had known, deep down, that Dorian had been trying to push her away, but hearing him admit it out loud was something else entirely.Irwin raised an eyebrow, masking the swirl of emotions inside her with a calm expression. "Oh....Well, you nearly got your wish."Dorian’s eyes flicked to hers at that, something unreadable passing over his face. He opened his mouth as if to respond, but then seemed to think better of it, his lips pressing into a thin line. The silence stretched on, heavy and uncomfortab
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 77: SCARS OF THE PAST
Dorian’s room felt colder as his words hung in the air. His gaze was distant, locked in memories that Irwin had never been part of, a time before they were bound together by fate. The weight of his confession pressed on her chest like a stone, making it hard to breathe."I was scared when I became the leader of the Shadowclaw pack." Dorian’s voice was low, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "I grew up believing I had to be stronger than my father, tougher than any of my ancestors. Failure wasn’t an option."He paused, his eyes flickering toward her for the briefest moment before he looked away again. "None of the she-wolves who pursued me ever caught my interest. Not because they weren’t strong. They were. Many of them were fierce, capable, everything you’d expect from a mate of the Alpha. But I couldn’t choose any of them." Irwin’s hands tightened on the armrests of her chair, her heart thudding in her chest as she listened. She had heard stories about Dorian’s many suitors,
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 76: A QUIET MOMENT
The room was filled with a strange silence as Irwin stepped inside, her footsteps barely making a sound against the thick rug beneath her. The warmth of Dorian's room enveloped her, and she hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. It was a space so personal, so distinctly his, yet here she was, invited but still feeling like an outsider. Irwin quietly made her way to a chair set against the far side of the room. She sat down, her hands resting in her lap as she watched Dorian, waiting for some indication of what he wanted. There was an air of uncertainty between them, a tension that had yet to unravel, and Irwin couldn’t help but wonder what this night would bring.Dorian, however, didn’t look at her. He moved to the window, gazing out into the darkness beyond, the light from the moon casting soft shadows across his face. For a long moment, he stood there, his back to her, and the silence stretched on.Irwin shifted in her seat, her curiosity piqued. This wasn’t like him, to be
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 75: A GENTLE TUG
The night was very calm with no sound of the guards or the servants, but the tension in the air was palpable, a delicate balance between what was happening and what neither of them could admit. Irwin’s footsteps slowed as they neared her room. Her body, though physically tired, felt a strange kind of alertness. The mouth of Dorian was still fresh on her mouth, and the weight of Dorian’s touch and traces of kisses on her lips lingering longer than she anticipated.She instinctively veered toward her door, the familiar path pulling her closer to the solitude she was accustomed to. But just as she took a step toward the door, she felt a gentle, almost absent-minded tug on her wrist. It wasn’t forceful, but it was enough to stop her in her tracks.She turned, her eyes landing on Dorian, who hadn’t even realized what he had done. His fingers lingered on her wrist for a heartbeat longer before falling away, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. His face was unreadable, his eyes distant yet
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 74: WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HOLD BACK
The hallway was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the narrow windows, as Irwin's face beamed in smile. The air between them felt thick, charged with something unspoken. Their footsteps, once in perfect rhythm, seemed to slow as the space between them diminished. Each step felt heavier, as if the distance that had once stretched far and wide between them was shrinking with every passing second.Dorian’s presence beside her was more noticeable than ever before. The tension in the air was not the kind that signaled a fight, but rather something more intimate, something that both of them had been avoiding for too long. His movements, usually so precise and controlled, felt almost hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure of what to do next. Without thinking, Dorian’s hand lightly brushed against Irwin’s shoulder, the contact so subtle that it could have been mistaken for an accident. But to Irwin, it wasn’t. The warmth of his touch spread through her like wildfire, stopping
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 73: A BLISSFUL WALK
The hallway stretched long before them, illuminated by the soft flicker of torchlight that danced along the stone walls. Their footsteps echoed in unison, the rhythmic sounds filling the otherwise quiet space as they moved side by side. Irwin glanced at Dorian from the corner of her eye, the tension between them for once muted. The silence that hung in the air was not strained, but peaceful—something that felt rare, almost fragile.As they walked, Irwin found herself lost in thought. She couldn’t remember the last time they had shared a moment like this, one without sharp words or cold glares. The memory of their recent fights seemed to linger at the edges of her mind, uninvited but ever-present. Each argument had left invisible scars, and each harsh exchange had added to the growing wall between them. It had become a pattern, one she had learned to expect from their strained bond. And yet tonight, there was something different.The softness in Dorian’s expression, the subtle way he w
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 72: SURRENDER
When Dorian pulled away from the kiss, his eyes lingered on Irwin's, as though he were searching for something—reassurance, understanding, perhaps even a reflection of his own tumultuous emotions. His fingers, rough from battles and hardened by years of holding back, softened as they traced the curve of her lips. It was as though he couldn’t fully believe what had just happened, and neither could Irwin. Her heart raced, pounding against her ribs with a wild intensity that she had never felt before. Dorian had always been so distant, locked away behind walls of ice, but now, something inside him had melted. Something had shifted between them, and it was undeniable. Irwin stared up at him, still trying to process the moment. The tenderness of the kiss lingered, but it wasn’t just the kiss that had shaken her—it was the way Dorian had allowed himself to be vulnerable. It was the way he had let down his guard, even for just a brief moment. Without a word, Dorian moved. He took her by t
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 71: BEAUTIFUL
Dorian’s hand slid gently from her hair, tracing the side of her face with a tenderness that Irwin had never experienced from him before. His fingers moved delicately, brushing her cheek as though he were afraid she might disappear at any moment. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, but she chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension that hung between them, thick and heavy.“You’re beautiful,” Dorian said suddenly, his voice low but filled with conviction.The words hit her like a wave, knocking the air from her lungs. She had never expected to hear that from him—not from Dorian, who had always kept her at arm’s length. Her heart began to race, her breath catching in her throat as she stared up at him, stunned into silence. The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable, but it was so out of character, so unlike the guarded man she had come to know.Irwin blinked, trying to process the weight of what he had just said. All this time, she had believed Dorian saw her as a burden, someone he
Bound By Bloodlines Chapter 70: WHAT'S WRONG
Irwin’s gaze never wavered from Dorian’s face, her mind racing with questions she dared not voice. The weight of his silence pressed down on her, making the air between them feel thick and heavy. His hand, still nestled in her hair, moved with a gentleness that seemed almost foreign to the man she knew. It wasn’t the touch of a warrior or an Alpha; it was the touch of someone vulnerable, someone struggling with emotions he had long tried to bury.“Dorian,” Irwin whispered, her voice barely above a breath, “what’s bothering you?”Her question lingered in the air, unanswered, as Dorian’s eyes met hers. For a split second, she thought she saw something—a flicker of pain, regret, something deep and raw. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by the guarded expression he always wore. His lips parted, as though he was going to respond, but instead, he simply murmured her name.“Irwin...”The way he said her name, the strain in his voice, made her heart tighten in her ches
