All Chapters of Bound to the Cursed Hybrid: His Cure.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amelia’s POVThe event from earlier today still repeated in my mind on an endless loop. The shards had pierced deep into Helion’s back as he shielded me from the blast, but surprisingly, the wound had healed within a few minutes.How the window managed to shatter after my outburst was what I still couldn’t understand. The door opened and Helion stepped inside, I quickly ran toward him, worry written all over my features.“Are you okay?” I asked. He kept silent, he didn’t move an inch, just staring down at me with an unreadable expression on his face.He clicked his tongue, his expression turning stone cold. “Have you been lying to me all this while, Amelia?” I froze. Blood completely drained off my face, what does he mean by that?“I… I don’t understand what you mean,” I murmured, my voice trembling. “I’ve never lied to you.” He laughed — a dark, dangerous sound. The real devil I knew was back. “Then explain,” he stepped closer, his eyes piercing through me. “What happened to the

Amelia’s POV I took few steps backwards, my heart thumping frantically against my ribs as blood gushed out of the dead horse’s severed neck, trailing its way to my shoes. “Amelia, are you okay!” Donna yelled, dragging me to the other side. My mouth was sealed, I couldn’t even utter a single word. My gaze snapped up to the rooftop where the body of the horse had fallen from, and I caught sight of something — a figure retreating. The silhouette made me realize it was a man. Whoever that person was, I was his target, but he missed. What would have happened if that horse had fallen on me? I definitely wouldn’t have survived. “Amelia!” Donna shouted my name, pulling me out of my haze. I snapped my head up and looked at her, my entire body was trembling. “I… I am fine,” I mumbled. The guards rushed over and carried the dead horse away, leaving only trails of blood on the floor. My hands trembled so badly that it was difficult to keep them steady. Donna led me to the cafeter

Amelia’s POV The first thing I perceive when I wake up is the rich scent of mahogany and expensive, dark cologne. I peel my eyes open, staring at the ceiling adorned with beautiful chandeliers and I instantly realize where I am. Helion’s bedroom. The memories of the horror earlier today at school comes rushing back in violent waves. The strange silhouette at the rooftop, the sickening thud of the horse crashing onto the pavement, the stench of the blood that splattered across my shoes. Mere thoughts of it made my entire body shiver. I drag myself up from the bed, I could hear the frantic pounding of my heart. The room is dimly lit, just as it always is. I threw off the covers and swing my leg to the other side of the bed. My hands still trembles terribly. I am furious at Helion for ignoring me for days, terrified that some twisted freak must be hunting me. And most importantly, utterly confused by the weird energy that had vibrated from my own chest inside his car. The wind

Amelia’s POVDid he just mention the devil? Like the actual devil? What position does he hold in hell, actually? “Yes, your majesty,” the demons bow and vanish into thin air. But Helion still holds onto the last one, his grip tightening around the creature’s throat.“Do you think I’ll let you go after you tried to touch what’s mine? You must have been courting death to make such a foolish move.”His voice vibrates — no, it thunders, splitting into several overlapping voices at the exact same time. Helion lifts his free hand, and a brilliant , blue flame erupts from his palm. He doesn’t even direct it to the demon, but the creature catches fire immediately. A loud, shrieking cry fills the air, and within a few seconds, the demon is reduced to a pile of ash.My heart hammers so loudly I can hear it echoing in my ears.“Amelia,” Helion whispers in the same cold, frightening, layered voices. “Did I not ask to stay in the room?”My breath hitches as I take several steps backward. This isn

Helion’s POV My gaze is fixed completely on Amelia as she makes the revelation. There was someone there watching the entire scene. There was someone there waiting to watch her die. I clench my fists so tightly that my knuckles begin to crack. The shadow realm not only have vampires in cahoots with them now, they have also managed to corner some of the demons from the underworld. They are targeting Amelia, unaware that they are forcing me into a brutal bloodshed. “A man on the rooftop,” I repeat, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. Because I’ll be reducing someone to dust in a little while. I stand up from the bed and walk closer to Peter. I straighten my shirt, my expression hardening into a mask of pure rage. I look up at peter. “Is the rat in the lower levels, Peter?” “Yes, Sire. He’s been taken to the dungeon,” he replies. “We locked him up with Vervain chains, he can’t escape.” “Helion, wait,” Amelia’s breathy voice cuts through my dark thoughts. The sheets rustle as s