Authoress_Dovey

Bound by Fate 

She was royalty—until a blade ended her world.
Now sold to the cruelest Alpha alive, Rosa is nothing but property.

Bryant Kings doesn’t do softness. He rules with silence and steel.
But the broken girl he bought for five million yuan?
She refuses to bow… and he can’t look away.

She’s supposed to serve.
He’s sworn never to feel.
But fate is already playing its game.

Two scars. One spark.
When pain meets desire, who breaks first—the master or the slave?

BOUND BY FATE: ENTANGLED WITH MR HELL

Chapter Title: Burden of Consequence

Those two words hung in the air like a thunderstorm waiting to break.

The word echoed through my skull again and again, but I couldn't form a single response. I just stood there, staring at the physician as though he had spoken in a language I no longer understood.

My pulse slowed to a deafening silence.

I didn't even realize when he bowed and quietly left the room. All I saw then was Maltida—lying in bed, her face pale, her expression unreadable… until the tears began to spill.

She sat up shakily, her eyes wide and swollen. "Your Majesty…" her voice cracked. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I used the preventive herbs—every single one. I swear it." Her hands trembled. "I don't know how… I just…"

I felt like my entire body was paralyzed.

The air grew heavier, wrapping around me like chains I didn't ask for. My thoughts scrambled. Images flashed—Rosa's smile… her laugh… her warmth… then suddenly replaced by Maltida's tears, her trembling form, and the unbearable truth of what this moment meant.

"I can't give birth out of wedlock," she wept, slipping off the bed to her knees. "My father… he would disgrace me publicly. He would take the child and have it raised by someone else, or worse. You know how strict he is with rules. I—I can't let that happen."

My chest burned, not from anger but from the unbearable pressure pushing down on me. I was Alpha. Every decision I made echoed beyond my private chambers. And this… this was not just a mistake—it was a crack in the foundation of everything I'd built.

"I'll get rid of it," she whispered next, and it was that sentence that finally made me react.

"No," I said firmly, my voice sharper than I intended.

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with tears and hope and guilt all at once. "Then what do we do?" she asked. "What are we going to do?"

I closed my eyes for a moment, rubbing a hand across my jaw.

Maltida had always been cunning… clever… sometimes too much of both. But right now, she looked small—vulnerable even. A woman caught in a moment she didn't plan for, but one I was now forced to share with her.

I helped her to her feet. She leaned into me, and though every part of my soul felt cold and distant, I held her—if only for a moment.

"I need to think," I said flatly, pulling away from her.

"Think?" she repeated, her voice rising in panic. "Bryant, I'm carrying your child!"

"I said I need to think," I snapped, sharper this time.

Her lips quivered as she nodded, stepping back. The room felt like it was closing in on both of us.

I turned toward the door, my fists clenched at my sides.

Everything was spiraling. I had spent months trying to keep control—over my throne, over my heart, over this kingdom. And now, in the space of a breath, all of it threatened to slip through my fingers.

As I stepped out into the corridor, Kael stood at attention.

"Your Majesty?" he asked, sensing the tension immediately.

"Tell them…" I looked back toward Maltida's chambers, where she remained behind closed doors. "Tell them the Luna seat may need to be discussed."

Kael's eyes widened—but he said nothing, simply bowed and left to carry out the order.

And I—Alpha Bryant, feared by all—felt a strange ache building in my chest.

CHAPTER 47