All Chapters of Bound By Bloodlines : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The soft click of her boots against the stone floor echoed through the wide hall as Irwin walked, her shoulders stiff, her heartbeat pounding in her chest. What if Dorian is back, how is she going to face him. The eyes of those around her still tracked her every move. This time, the whispers were louder, no longer hiding behind closed doors.Her skin prickled as she overheard snippets of conversations from passing slaves servants:"The little hybrid, that thinks she's more than us..."" But Why is she back, I thought she left?""Nobody knows? She's just so annoying"" Oh wow... Dorian is never back " she thought within herself as She swallowed hard, the words cutting sharper than usual. The bond she shared with Dorian, a bond that had yet to solidify, felt more fragile than ever. She pushed forward, ignoring the surge of emotions building inside her, fighting to keep her composure. Dorian wasn’t here, he’d left after their last encounter, leaving her to return to an empty packhouse,

Laughter filled Irwin's room as Maya kept her entertained with playful stories. "I swear, Lady Irwin, the little boy is always getting himself into trouble," Maya giggled, her hands moving deftly as she straightened the sheets.Irwin chuckled, appreciating the distraction from her otherwise heavy thoughts. "It sounds like he keeps you on your toes. You'll have to introduce me to him someday, Maya. He is quite interesting to be with."Maya beamed, a light blush creeping into her cheeks. "He would love that, seriously. He’s always asking me what it’s like to work in the castle. He thinks everyone here is like the heroes in his stories."Irwin smiled softly at the idea of a child imagining the castle’s residents as mythical heroes. She had once been that child, dreaming of larger than life figures. But reality had a way of dulling those fantasies. Just as Irwin was about to reply, a loud noise pierced the calm. The laughter died instantly, replaced by a stillness that was heavy in the

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

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

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