All Chapters of BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

He would follow her of course, and she knew only one way he couldn’t. Her wolf was pushing at her to come out and she didn’t resist. She shifted and tore into the forest, her feet flying over the familiar tangles and sprouts. Adrian lied to her. Exactly how many times did he look into her eyes and tell her no when she asked him if he could portal them out? She suffered in that realm because of their damn queen, the thought that he might have been able to prevent all of it and instead left her to go through it was painful. She howled, long and loud and she ran faster, like she could outrun all her pain and confusion. What was the love he confessed then? Did he love her when he left her to her fate with the queen? Was the love he had to offer just selfishness? A part of her mind knew she was being very irrational, she knew that Adrian was no villain but those parts were silenced by the other parts of her that was just in pain at his deception. She trusted him and he deceive her, it w

With nothing else but her bag of clothes, Freya took off. The faster she got to the royal castle and got her business taken care of, the faster she could get out of this realm, somehow. She left the sleeping tree, taking an already carved path in the direction she was pointed. She had no idea what kept Adrian back but he would surely know she was headed to the castle when he eventually got here and she could not afford to wait. As she walked, she couldn’t help but admire the realm. So different from home where magic and wonders barely existed anymore but it was also different from the realm Adrian portaled her to before. Faerie land embodied the fanciful aspect of magic, with grass so green it looked like it was stained that colour, the green mountains sloped gently in the horizon, eliciting the childish urge to go running over them and down the other side. Colourful butterflies cascaded from flower to flower, gently stirring her hair, resting on her shoulders and tiny creatures wit

“You try anything funny and I’ll kill you.” She growled and the merman laughed. “If I died every time someone made a threat on my life, I wouldn’t have any life left to live. Give me your hand.”She did, and he held it up and grinned up at her. “The Fae do not deal well with trespassers. Your life shall be mine to do with as I please, should I taste your blood and find you an impostor.”Her brow cocked curiously. No wonder the man was practically frothing at the mouth, he was already anticipating tearing into her flesh. Well, not if she killed him first. His claw opened her wrist and his tongue lashed out and lapped a drop of the blood. “Hmmm.” He hummed and closed his eyes.Her blood would only reveal her werewolf heritage and Adrian already informed her that her kind were not wanted in the realm. Her hand tightened on her dagger as his eyes flashed wide open but the attack she anticipated never came. The merman stared at her and the veins in his wide eyes thickened, started to g

Her mate motioned for her to get into the carriage and she did. He got into the seat opposite her and placidly watched the scenery speed away outside while she watched him. He looked so unbothered, she might as well not exist to him and she hated the feeling. She cleared her throat pointedly. “What’s your name?” She asked him and those kaleidoscope eyes came to rest on her. Immediately it felt like she’d been electrified. She got the feeling that not much slipped past the male’s notice, could he see her real intentions when he looked at her? That she was up to no good?“Why should you know my name?” He asked and she rolled her eyes. “I must know what to call you by. I cannot continue calling you as I have been doing.” She pointed out. “Do as you please, it matters naught to me.”“Okayy I have a few good names. Asshole for one, meathead... no, demon eyes or-““You can call me Zeldaurus.” He cut her off. “Zeldaurus...” the name rolled off her tongue smoothly. “I’m Freya.”He scof

It was Freya’s very first time being so high up and she marvelled from atop Pegasus’ back as she stared down below. She was awed. “They are all so... tiny!” She exclaimed. The people at the festival were far below her and she could see some of them pointing towards her as she flew away. They were like ants, these creatures that were so tall and so proud on the ground. She laughed, realising suddenly that the air was one point of combat she never considered before now. She could just imagine if somebody controlled the air in a war. The war might be over before it even started!Leaning down, she stroked her fingers over Pegasus’s strong neck. “Fly baby, higher.”Pegasus obeyed. Freya laughed in delight when she found herself in between the clouds.“Amazing.” She gushed, swirling her fingers into the air and they came away damp. “This is all so terribly amazing.” She gushed, her heart in her throat. “If only I could take you back home with me.” She gushed. As if her pretty dress had re