
Bound To The Immortal Beast
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I was born under the red full moon, something rare and marked as a curse in the werewolf world.
My pack hated me. They wanted me gone, saying I would bring nothing but destruction. My wolf was sealed before I could reach the awakening age, leaving me worthless. Helpless. Vulnerable.
Then came the night that changed my life, dragging me into the worst world possible.
I was married off to the cruel rogue Alpha, Drogo. A male bound by the curse of the Moon Goddess after committing an eternal sin. He was defined as the most ruthless male in the country. Behind the shadow. Never to be dared.
But what happened when I realized I bore the face of a ghost that haunted him from his past?
The face of the very woman who doomed him.
Bound To The Immortal Beast Chapter 1
I stand in front of my father’s chamber, seething. Tears blur my vision as I listen to my parents' voice tearing through the door.
"You cannot do this, Adric!" Mother cries. "She is your daughter. This is so cruel! I was the one you hated, not her!"
"Stay out of this!" Alpha Aldric snarls. "Your daughter is of no use after all. Her life is pathetic. A curse and a disgrace to the family, whom I should have ended the moment she was born. This is the only value she has. We'll marry her off to him and save the pack from those ruthless rogue bandits.”
Mother's voice comes sharper. "Send a complaint to my brother, the werewolf king! They'll send the army—”
“Do you think I haven’t tried?!” he roars, voice filled with irritation. “Your brother has ignored us for years. You are worthless just like your daughter. Our marriage should have secured the royal family's support, but they abandoned us. Drogo wants to Isolde. There is no going back.”
I freeze.
Drogo?
As in Drogo, the rogue Alpha?
“Please. Aldric," mother pleas. "She cannot marry him. Your mistress sealed my daughter’s wolf. She won’t survive!”
I’m breathing way too hard. My veins are on fire, and the world around me has blurred into darkness. This can’t be right. There is no way my father will be this cruel to marry me off to the cruelest man in the country.
I want to storm in and yell at my father.
I want to let him know that I would rather have my head cut off than to marry Drogo.
But, knowing my father, it is impossible to change his decision.
“Your daughter was born under the red moon and doesn’t have a wolf because you slept with someone else. It’s probably a curse the moon goddess laid upon you!"
“You did not believe that nonsense, Aldric. Isolde is your pup. Flesh and blood!” mother counters.
“And this is a way for her to prove it. She will marry him, and we’ll save the pack!”
I clench my fist hard until my knuckles turn white.
Why does he hate me so much?
“You shouldn't have made deals with Drogo in the first place!” Mother’s voice edges with anger and frustration. “You are the cause of this, Aldric! Why use my daughter to cover up your mistakes, you old fool! Come at me! My daughter has suffered enough, bastard!"
I don’t remember my mother ever cursing, especially at my father. She always kept her head low, obedient, as if immune to the jeers thrown at her. She forced me to do the same as an act of protection, because our pack was filled with people who wanted me gone.
It's a miracle I've spent twenty years living.
The silence that follows is deafening before my father’s voice comes, deeply dangerous. "What did you just say to me?"
"Aldric, I... I..."
A loud crash echoes.
I burst into the room before I can stop myself. It was forbidden to enter the Alpha’s chamber without a knock, but I don’t give a damn anymore.
My stomach churns at the sight.
Father looms over Mother, who has been thrown against the wall. His face twists with rage as he strikes her hard across the face. She crumples to the floor.
“No!” The walls shake with my scream.
Tears blur my vision as my father claws snap out, ready to hurt.
My gaze finds my mother's. Her eyes brim with tear.
"Run," she rasps. "Run, my daughter."
I glare at my face, anger consuming me.
"I'd rather die than marry Drogo, you monster!!!" I yell and bolt out of the room while he yells orders to the guards to catch me.
Even though my wolf is sealed, I knew every nook and corner of the pack better than anyone else. And it was for this reason:
To escape.
I manage to slip away. There is an arrow plunge at the side of my waist, soaking my cloth in blood. I snap it off, leaving the head of the arrow in my flesh, and wrap a cloth around it.
There is only one place I can turn to.
I nudge my horse forward, riding through the dark forest with a dark cloak concealing my red hair. The hoof thuds against the grasses hastily. Trees hang above, stretching like claws desperate to reach the dark sky.
The moonlight pack was a pack away. The Alpha son, Nathan, is my secret lover. He is my first friend, first crush, and first love. His father and mine were allies, so he visits frequently. Unlike the others, he never treated me like a curse, and our relationship miraculously bloomed into love.
Nathan promised to end my misery once we get married. He’ll be mad to hear my father wants me off the most ruthless man in the country.
And hope to the moon, he’ll save my mother too.
Hang on, Mother. I’m going to save you.
Reaching the pack, I dismount my horse with a painful groan.
My hand clutches the bleeding wound that has soaked through my dress. My breath comes ragged, my head spinning. Every movement stings as I drag myself toward the building ahead.
The Alpha’s house.
“Back off,” one of the guards barks, crossing my path. His gaze flicks to my wound and back to my face with a look of disapproval.
“Nathan… I need to see Nathan,” I rasps.
“Sire Nathan?” He shoots a snobby look at me. “How dare you call him by name. You got a death wish?”
“I need to see him,” I say again, staggering forward.
They all draw out a weapon, pointing them at me.
“I’m the daughter of Alpha Aldric. Not an enemy.” I shake my head. “Tell Nathan, Isolde is here to see him. He’ll understand.”
“You don’t look like an Alpha’s daughter. You look more like a rogue to me,” their leader snarled. “Go back unless you want to lose your head.”
This is bad. My father’s men must already be close by now, and these men won’t let me see the only man who can save me.
I’ve never visited Nathan in his pack. He'd insisted I shouldn't due to his privacy. He had been the one visiting, promising once his father gives him the Alpha position, he will marry me.
“You don’t understand. I need to see him!” I surge forward, only to be shove back.
I yelp loudly as my tailbone hits the floor with a thud.
“Arrest her!” The leader snarls.
Just in time, the door creaks open.
Nathan steps out, clad in a fine silk dress, with a frown. He asks what was going on.
As the guards explain, his eyes meet mine, and his brows crease harder.
“Nathan, I need your help.” I scramble to my feet, ignoring the pain. “Alpha Aldric. He wants to kill my mother and marry me off to…”
"I don't care whatever you are about to say. Get out," Nathan cut in. His tone sends a shiver up my spine.
“Nathan…”
"How dare you let a cursed woman cross the territory!" He snaps at the guards, voice colder than the frigid air against my skin.
What is he saying?
Cursed woman?
Me?
The guard stiffens, mumbling apologies. One begins to explain, but Nathan raises a hand to silence him. Then his cold eyes meet mine once again. Colder than ice and slicing through my guts in the most brutal way.
No recognition. Just pure undiluted hatred.
"Remove her from here. Today of all days, I will not have her filth near my wedding."
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Bound To The Immortal Beast of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.

9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.

7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.

9.0
I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son.
"Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics."
Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out.
Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold.
To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping.
Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money.
As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden.
"Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen."
Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul.
Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders.
The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer.
But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late.
Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort.
I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies.
Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.

8.9
Aliana braved a heavy storm, carrying a warm stew for her fiancé, Ivan, just as she always put his needs before her own. This ingrained habit, a survival mechanism from a cold childhood, was about to shatter into a million pieces. Tonight, everything she believed was a lie.
The iron gates of Ivan's private villa flashed red, denying her entry, and a guard mumbled lies. Ignoring him, she pushed past, a strange orchid perfume leading her to Ivan's car, where a tube of crimson lipstick lay on the passenger seat. Through a window, she saw him with another woman and a small child, an image that felt like jagged glass twisting in her heart.
Then his words cut through the storm, cold and cruel:
"Aliana is just a placeholder."
He was marrying her for her multi-billion-dollar patent, a secret deal made with her own parents, who had sold her for a kickback to buy this very house. Her family, her love, her future-all were a calculated lie.
Her inner wolf, usually fierce, fell terrifyingly silent, replaced by a chilling resolve. The burning acid in her throat wasn't just bile; it was the taste of her shattered devotion.
She didn't want his apologies or his guilt. She wanted his ruin, and as Ivan walked in with a fake smile the next morning, Aliana was ready to deliver it.

8.9
I sold myself into a loveless marriage for $500,000 just to afford my little niece's life-saving surgery.
But my new husband, Kash, despised me, completely convinced I was a shameless gold-digger after his assets.
At 2:00 AM, he called to demand I fulfill my end of our twisted bargain: giving him an heir.
He forced me to sign a supplementary agreement surrendering all custody rights before I was even pregnant, treating me like a rented womb he bought at auction.
When my niece's condition suddenly worsened and I desperately begged him for a $50,000 advance, he hurled a black credit card directly at my face, leaving a stinging red welt.
"Take the money and get out," he sneered, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
He immediately set up real-time transaction alerts to track my every purchase, waiting to catch me on a selfish shopping spree.
He thought I was a parasite, completely unaware that every single penny went straight to the pediatric intensive care unit.
Even my abusive former guardians cornered me at the fertility clinic, loudly mocking me for selling my body while my niece was dying.
I endured the degrading contracts, the cold IVF appointments, and Kash's relentless contempt, suffocating under the weight of his cruel assumptions.
Why did he have to strip away my dignity when he already owned my life on paper?
But as I clutched the hospital receipt that finally secured my niece's surgery, the fear inside me died.
With a new career starting tomorrow and a high-powered lawyer suddenly stepping in to audit my stolen inheritance, I was done playing the helpless victim.
I was going to show my arrogant husband exactly what happens when you push a desperate woman too far.











