Bloodbound: The Prince's Eternal Bride

Wild Instincts and a Hidden Prophecy

Evelyn stood frozen, realizing that the man before her was Arthur. His body trembled, as if he was caught in an intense internal struggle. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with something unspoken. Arthur’s voice, low and strained, broke the silence, “Leave me. You need to go.”

But Evelyn didn’t move. There was something in Arthur’s demeanor that tugged at her, a vulnerability behind the anger. Instead of feeling afraid, she felt compelled to help him. “Maybe I can help,” she whispered, her voice soft but firm.

Arthur clenched his teeth, his muscles tight, as if trying to hold something back. He was fighting a battle within himself, one that he wasn’t sure he could win. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to see him like this—half-transformed, on the edge of losing control. Yet, the intoxicating sweetness of Evelyn’s blood was too much. It was calling to him, making it harder and harder to suppress the primal side of himself.

As Evelyn stepped closer, the fight inside him broke. Arthur could no longer hold back the transformation. His body shook as thick, silver fur sprouted from his scalp, forming a pair of wolf-like ears atop his head. His eyes, once a deep blue, shifted into a sharp, golden hue, the pupils narrowing into those of a predator. A low growl escaped him as his clothes began to tear, revealing the power building beneath his skin. His spine elongated, and a thick, muscular tail pushed through the remnants of his clothes—a wolf’s tail, covered in silver fur, strong and wild.

Arthur’s breathing was ragged, his body trembling as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. He kept his gaze averted, unwilling to meet Evelyn’s eyes. He feared what he might see—fear, disgust, rejection. He didn’t want to see those things reflected in her gaze.

But Evelyn stood still, utterly transfixed. She stared in awe, taking in every detail of Arthur’s transformation. So, this is what it means to be half-werewolf? she thought to herself. Then, to her surprise, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. He’s… adorable!

His fluffy wolf ears twitched, and his tail, still tense, swayed slightly behind him. Arthur didn’t dare look at her, still overwhelmed by the shame of his half-transformed state.

Finally, his deep, growling voice broke through the silence, “Are you… afraid of me?”

Evelyn felt her cheeks flush, but it wasn’t out of fear. Shaking her head, she replied softly, “No, you’re… adorable.” Her heart raced as she thought, Who could ever hate such fluffy ears and a tail?

Arthur’s eyes widened slightly at her words. His face flushed a little, and to Evelyn’s amusement, his tail wagged ever so slightly. “Thank you,” he murmured, clearly flustered. “You’re the first person to ever say that to me.”

Evelyn’s eyes kept darting between his twitching ears and his tail, her curiosity piqued by this unexpected side of him. She had never imagined that someone as intense as Arthur could also be this… cute.

Suddenly, Arthur’s expression shifted. His demeanor grew more serious as he spoke, “You shouldn’t be here… No, you shouldn’t have come to this place at all.”

His words startled Evelyn, and she met his golden gaze head-on, confusion written across her face. “What do you mean by that?”

Arthur didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned toward a small window, his eyes gazing into the distance. His voice dropped to a whisper, almost like a chant:

“In a hundred years, the blood will rise,

A different blood will reach the skies.

None shall resist its sweetened spell,

And fate’s wheel will turn as well.”

His words, like a prophecy, were laden with foreboding. Evelyn strained to hear him, stepping closer, but before she could ask more, Arthur suddenly recoiled, stepping back as though her presence was too much for him to bear.

His face turned cold again, just like when they had first met in the dining hall, and he looked at her with that same distant expression. “For your own safety,” he said quietly, “do not reveal your blood to anyone. Not even its scent.”

Evelyn blinked, her mind whirling with questions. “Blood? Why does everything keep coming back to blood? What do you mean, ‘reveal my blood’? How have I done that?”

But before she could press him further, Arthur turned on his heel and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, his silver tail swaying as he vanished from sight.

Evelyn was left standing alone, her heart pounding and her head spinning. Arthur’s half-transformation, his cryptic prophecy, his warning about her blood—it was all too much to process at once. She stared down the dark hallway where Arthur had disappeared, her mind filled with new questions, wondering what other secrets this castle, and Arthur himself, still held.