All Chapters of BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Freya ran away with her stolen cargo and the entire time she berated herself. What was she doing acting like some misplaced hero in a dying movie? She was nobody’s hero and by the time Riordan joined them several miles later, she was angry at herself. She came to a halt and got down from the horse, putting the little girl down unceremoniously. Perhaps it was her cute tiny face that lured her into that chivalry because even now she could feel her countenance softening again. She glanced at Riordan helplessly. “What are we to do with a kid?” She asked him and he folded his arms and watched her. “I should be asking you that.” He replied and she huffed. Of course he was no use now. She crouched in front of the girl and smiled. “Hello. My name is Freya, how about you?” She asked. The little girl said nothing, her wide eyes stark with fear. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I won’t hurt you. Those men, why were they going to burn you?” He asked her and she flinched and shook h

Freya couldn’t remember a time she felt so happy. She woke up with a smile on her face early in the morning and she felt around for him. She was sure it was not a dream last night that he joined her later in the night. He was here, insatiable as ever as he worshiped her body, neither of them caring about the noise they made together when they found that rhythm that could unmake stars and even worlds. She felt only he empty bed now and she groaned as she opened her eyes. Where on earth did he go so early?She crawled out of bed, singing some jaunty tune she probably heard from some drunkard and pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she padded to the bathroom. She passed by the mirror and her heart lurched, stopped in her chest as her steps faltered. She took two steps backwards until she was looking into the mirror again and her horrified eyes were glued to the large bruise on the inside of her arm. Abandoning her hair, she ran closer to the mirror and examined her nakedness. There,

One day earlier...Riordan was enraged. He saw red as he turned the house upside down, checking every nook and cranny for the adult woman he left here what felt like seconds ago!Fiona finally woke up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and looking around in confusion. “Where is she?” He snarled. “Who? Freya?” She asked. “She left.”It felt like somebody grabbed a hold of his heart and yanked it out of his chest. “What do you mean she left?” He growled. The little girl’s eyes widened and she took a terrified step back, her eyes filling with tears as she didn’t fully understand that his rage was not directed at her. “I think you should step out and calm yourself.” Maria slid between him and Fiona, pulling the little girl close. His beast rattled his cage mightily in his chest and he grasped his hair, pulling frantically. She left, she left, she left. His heart pounded, in sync with the pounding of his head. He felt tattered, volatile, like he was fraying at the edges. “She fucking

“The Wild Hunt?” She asked, a foreboding shiver running down her spine. “Shinay?”They looked at the attacking Council dogs, still locked into motion and behind their skeletal faces, she could swear she felt derision. “We shall kill all of your enemies for you.” They declared. The Wild Hunt, Freya grasped to understand this impossibility taking place in front of her very eyes. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place and so she said nothing as they made a chittering noise amongst themselves and met the Council dogs mid-lunge. Time resumed again and it was her first time seeing the Council dogs falter. To them, the Wild Hunt materialised from thin air and though shaken, all six of them fought to their very last breath. If Freya wasn’t so wary of what she just unlocked, she would have appreciated the beauty really. The Undead to fight the Undead, it was a fight that should be written down in details for the histories. From their very first collision, the battle was a short and

Freya couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She didn’t want this man, whoever he was, he was a stranger and a nuisance. The only man she wanted was Riordan but Riordan was nowhere in sight and when the strange male made a low sound at the back of his throat and ground against her like he was helpless to resist, she moaned; turned on like her body was on fire. Immediately the guilt followed, and the denial. This stranger was not the man she wanted, he had surely done something to trick her wolf into thinking he was her mate. She gritted her teeth and ripped her arm from his. Gripping his shoulder, she flipped their position, fisting his shirt and growling in his face. “Take me back!” Her voice was nearly a scream as she shook him hard. “Take me back right this instant!” “I said I cannot!” He hissed. “Even if I could, what makes you think that I would want to?” “You fucking bastard!!” She screamed her rage and tried to head-butt him but he was quicker, evading her attack. He