All Chapters of Bloodbound: The Lycan's Claim: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gaia found herself drawn to Kieran's easy charm, as she walked beside Kieran, her footsteps echoing faintly in the vast corridors of the citadel. The walls were adorned with carvings of ancient battles and mystical symbols, but her attention was drawn more to Kieran. There was something unexpectedly calming about him, so different from the heavy seriousness of the Bloodsmiths."Can I ask you something?" she began, glancing at him curiously.Kieran smirked, his silver eyes gleaming under the dim light. "You can ask anything, but I might not answer everything."She gave him a skeptical look but pressed on. "Why do you look so... different from the others? I mean, they have this overwhelming presence, almost inhuman. But you… you seem more—""Normal?" he offered with a chuckle. "Human?""Well, yes," she admitted. "Are you... like them? Or are you something else? A werewolf? A vampire?"Kieran’s expression softened, but his smirk faded, replaced by something more solemn. "I’m neither," h

Gaia hesitated outside the towering doors of the Chamber of Truth, her heart beating faster with every passing second. The faint echoes of whispered voices seeped through the heavy wood, but the moment she stepped inside, silence fell.The room was vast, its walls adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to shift under the flickering torchlight. At the center of the chamber stood a circular table, and seated around it were five figures cloaked in deep crimson robes—the Blood-Smiths. Each of them radiated an aura of authority that pressed against Gaia’s chest like an invisible weight.As she stepped closer, the Blood-Smiths rose in unison, bowing low in a gesture that sent a ripple of unease through her. Why would they bow to her? She wasn’t royalty, nor did she hold any title of significance.“The greatest prophecy,” one of them greeted, his voice deep and reverberating. “It is an honor to be in your presence.”She opened her mouth to respond but faltered, unsure of what to say. Be

Kieran's fury turned into disbelief as he recognized the intruder. “You shouldn’t be here,” he growled.Caelum strode forward, his golden eyes blazing. He placed himself between Gaia and Kieran, his presence radiating calm but unyielding power. “Let her go,” he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument.The Bloodsmiths began to stir, their collective power rising, but Caelum didn’t flinch.“She’s not going anywhere,” Kieran snarled, his voice trembling with anger.Caelum’s lips curled into a sharp smile. “Then try and stop me.”The chamber erupted into chaos as Caelum shifted into his wolf form. His massive frame radiated a fierce golden glow, his eyes blazing like molten fire. He let out a bone-shaking roar, the sound reverberating through the room. The Bloodsmiths, masters of their craft but not warriors, froze in terror before scattering like leaves in a storm, their hurried footsteps echoing as they fled.But even as his wolf stood tall, a flicker of pain crossed Caelum’

New York CityThe sleek black sedan came to a smooth halt before the mansion's grand entrance, its fleet of accompanying cars lining up in perfect symmetry behind it. The air was thick with the weight of unspoken tension, the kind that set Gaia’s nerves on edge.Valtor stepped out first, his every move precise and commanding. He didn’t spare a glance backward as the door was held open for Gaia, but when she hesitated, his sharp voice cut through her uncertainty.“Get out,” he said, his tone neutral but brooking no argument.Taking a deep breath, Gaia stepped out, the crunch of gravel beneath her boots breaking the silence. Before she could take in the mansion’s sheer size and ominous beauty, the large double doors swung open. A line of servants emerged, each bowing their heads deeply as Valtor approached.“Welcome back, Alpha,” one of them said with quiet reverence. Another stepped forward to remove Valtor’s suit jacket, handling it as though it were a sacred object.Gaia watched the

Her silk robe slipped off her shoulders, falling softly to the floor, revealing the gentle curve of her collarbone, down to the perfect curves of her full, sculpted breasts, smooth and alluring, like an artist's masterpiece brought to life.Selene mover toward Valtor with an effortless grace, her eyes locked unto his with an intensity sizzling with longing and lust, as if drawn by an unbreakable force. As she reached him, she slid her arms around his neck, pulling him close and pressed a deep, passionate kiss onto his lips, her softness contrasting with the fiery desire in her touch.Selene's fingers grazed Valtor's skin, as she reached for the towel tied loosely around his waist. With a deliberate slowness, she tugged it free, letting it fall to the floor, her eyes drifting down to take in his hardened length, the evidence of his desire unmistakable. The soft glow of the moon light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting streaks across the dark floors. The room was bathed in a