All Chapters of Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kael’s heartbeat thundered as he tightened his grip on Amara. The moment Selene uttered those damning words, the night seemed to contract, holding its breath in anticipation of what would come next.Amara’s chest heaved as she struggled against the unseen force pulling at her. The word—Bloodbound—coiled around her mind like a whispering serpent, slithering into the deepest parts of her memory where something long-buried stirred.Selene’s violet eyes gleamed in the dim moonlight. “You feel it, don’t you?” she murmured. “The call. The truth within you that’s been caged for too long.”Kael bared his teeth. “I don’t know who you think you are, but she belongs to no one.”Selene tilted her head, amusement flickering across her face. “You’re mistaken, Alpha-in-waiting. She belongs to herself. But that self? It’s not what you think it is.”Amara’s body trembled against Kael’s hold. The pressure in her chest intensified, a deep ache resonating from within, like something inside her was clawin

The air inside the cabin felt suffocating, thick with tension and unspoken words. Amara stood motionless, her breath shallow as Kael paced before her, his frustration palpable. The flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows against the wooden walls, the steady creak of the floorboards beneath Kael’s restless movements the only sound punctuating the heavy silence.“What are you saying, Trina?” Kael asked, his voice low but angry. He glared at Trina, who just smirked back. “I’m saying you have a traitor in your midst, dear Alpha.” Trina’s voice was silky, her emerald eyes flickering with amusement. “Someone close to you has been feeding Magnus information. And if you don’t figure out who soon…” She trailed off, her smile turning predatory. “Well, let’s just say the consequences will be dire.”Amara felt her stomach drop. Betrayal was hanging in the air. The word curled around her like a noose, tightening with every second of silence. Magnus had already taken so much from her, and n

A dull throb pulsed in Amara’s skull, dragging her toward consciousness. Her limbs felt like lead, weighed down by something unseen, and an icy numbness spread through her veins. Voices swam in the fog around her, muffled and distorted, like echoes from a dream. The scent of damp stone and iron filled her nose, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood.Then she remembered.Kael’s bloodied hand reached for her. The dagger sank into his side. The betrayal. The darkness swallowed her whole.Her breath hitched, panic clawing at her chest. She forced her eyes open, blinking against the dim torchlight flickering overhead. Chains rattled as she tried to move, and cold steel bit into her wrists. Shackles. She was bound.A cruel laugh slithered through the shadows. “Ah, you’re finally awake.”Amara’s heart clenched at the voice. Magnus.She turned her head, vision still blurred, but the silhouette of his towering figure was unmistakable. He leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, wa

Amara felt nothing but darkness and pain. Cold crept into her bones, and her arms and legs felt heavy. She tried to break free from the overwhelming weight in her mind. The last thing she remembered was Kael reaching for her. His hand was bloody, and his eyes showed desperation before everything went dark. Now, she was awake—but barely—and not alone.A low murmur echoed around her. She heard boots scraping against the stone floor. The smell of damp earth and blood made her stomach turn. Somewhere far off, chains rattled, reminding her she was trapped.Then she heard a voice.“You’re awake.”Amara opened her eyes. Her vision adjusted to the dim light from the torches on the walls. Shadows flickered and danced across the cold space. A man stood in front of her. His shape was sharp, and his presence felt heavy.Magnus.He stepped closer, a slow, creepy smile on his face. “You put up quite the fight,” he said, amusement dripping from his voice. “I expected that.”Amara's throat hurt, and

Darkness stretched in every direction. Cold air wrapped around Amara like unseen hands, sending a chill down her spine. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she forced herself to move. But every step felt like walking through thick fog, her body weighed down by something unseen."Where am I?" she whispered.A voice answered, low and sharp. "You are home."Amara spun around, her breath catching in her throat. A figure emerged from the swirling shadows. Tall, cloaked in black, with glowing red eyes that burned like embers."Who are you?" she demanded, taking a step back.The figure tilted its head. "I am the beginning. And I am the end."Fear clawed at her chest, but she pushed it down. "Let me go."The figure laughed, the sound like crackling fire. "You do not command here, child. You were never meant to be free. You were meant to rule."Amara's stomach twisted. "Rule what?"The figure lifted a hand, and suddenly, images crashed into her mind. Battles. Fire. Wolves bowing before her fe