All Chapters of BOUND BY BLOOD AND REVANGE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eva gestured toward the dining hall door, a massive wooden structure carved with snarling wolves mid-hunt, their eyes glinting in the candlelight. The low hum of voices and clinking metal seeped through the cracks, a primal energy thrumming in the air. My stomach twisted. I wanted to run. But before I could act, Eva was gone. In her place stood Alderon. His cold, piercing gaze locked onto mine. "Everyone is waiting," he said, his deep voice laced with an unspoken challenge. He knew. He could scent my hesitation, my fear. And yet, beneath the fear, something darker stirred—something primal, traitorous. My wolf stirred at the sight of him, aching, even as my mind screamed in protest. The door swung open before I could move. A girl with a bright smile stood there. "Our Luna has arrived!" she announced, her voice carrying through the hall. A loud, guttural cheer erupted, the sound of wolves acknowledging their leader—or testing her. Alderon brushed past me, his presence commanding

Marked by the Enemy Silence. For a long moment, I don’t move. My body feels like lead, aching in ways I’ve never known. The lingering heat of Alderon’s touch still burns on my skin, his scent clings to me like a ghost. But he’s gone. My fingers curl into the sheets, now stained with the evidence of what happened. A deep crimson stain taints the fabric, a cruel reminder of my first time—no, of what he took. A shudder rips through me, something inside twisting violently. I push myself up, my legs trembling beneath me, and drag myself toward the bathroom. Each step feels like a betrayal. My heart, my body—traitors. How could I have wanted him? How could I have moaned for the man who murdered my father? Who burned my pack to the ground? Who holds my sister as his captive? My hands grip the sink as I lift my gaze to the mirror. My lips are swollen, my skin is marred with bruises—the imprint of him. But it’s the mark on my neck that makes my breath catch. Deep. Red. Permanent. His

I wake to warmth—heavy, suffocating. His arm is draped over my waist, his breath hot against the back of my neck. Even in sleep, Alderon is possessive, his grip loose but firm enough to remind me exactly where I am.A shudder runs through me. The memories of last night claw at my mind, but I shove them down. I don’t have time to dwell on the pain, the humiliation, or the weight of his claim.I need to get out.Slowly, I exhale, forcing my body to stay still for another moment. I listen—his breathing is steady, deep. Asleep.This is my chance.I shift, inching my body away from him. His fingers twitch, brushing against my skin, but they don’t tighten. Holding my breath, I roll onto the floor, landing on silent feet.The room is dim, the fireplace casting a weak glow against the stone walls. My dress lies in ruins on the floor, shredded beyond use. My stomach twists, but I push past it, scanning the room for something—anything—I can wear.My eyes land on his discarded clothes near the b

The cottage is small and unassuming, tucked deep within the forest, far beyond the reach of Crestwood’s patrols. At first glance, it appears abandoned—its wooden walls weathered, the roof sagging slightly under the weight of time—but inside, it is warm. Safe. The vampire moves with a silent, almost unnatural grace as he leads us in. He doesn’t speak, nor does he linger, simply setting down thick blankets and a plate of food before stepping back, allowing us the space to gather ourselves. I hesitate for only a moment before taking them, my fingers stiff from the night’s cold and exhaustion. Serena is too weak to question him, too drained to care who or what he is. She changes into something warmer, her movements sluggish, and the moment she settles beneath the blankets, she’s asleep. I sit beside her for a long time, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, as if to reassure myself that she’s truly here—that after all these years, I have finally found her. But relief does not c

I needed a plan.But how?By now, Alderon would have realized I was gone. His men were likely scouring the land, their senses sharp, their orders clear. He wouldn't just let me go. I was his mate. His possession.The past few days had been the worst of my life—marked by pain, captivity, and rage. But they had also been…No. I crushed the thought before it could take root.There had been nothing good about them. Nothing but suffering. I wanted Alderon dead, and I would do whatever it took to make that happen.The stream had become my refuge. Sitting beside it, watching the water flow freely, gave me the illusion of security. The rippling surface reflected the sky, endless and unburdened. I traced rough lines into the dirt, mapping out a plan I didn’t even know how to execute.Alderon was strong. Ruthless. Powerful.And I was alone.I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my damp hair. How the hell do I kill someone like him?The sound of footsteps had me tensing, my instincts flarin