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Third person POV

The ballroom glowed under the chandeliers, yet beneath the gleam there was a taut string of tension humming through the air. Nikolai stood near the side of the stage, his sharp gaze sweeping across the crowd like a silent blade. To most of the guests he appeared as nothing more than another refined host, smiling faintly, glass in hand, his tailored suit pressed without a wrinkle. But behind his calm mask his mind worked swiftly, cataloguing every twitch, every subtle shift in posture, every wrong movement in the room.

He had heard Rhett’s instruction clearly. Filter them out quietly. Make it appear a game. And keep a close eye on Declan.

The moment Rhett stepped down from the stage after his speech, applause still echoing in the air, Nikolai clapped lightly as though amused by the performance. Yet his attention was not on the stage. It darted to the far edges of the room, to those who lingered just slightly out of rhythm with the rest of the guests. There were alw
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  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   138

    Declan's POV The sound of the door opening pulled me out of a light sleep. My body was still weak, and my head felt heavy from the medication. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light coming in from the hallway. The doctor stepped inside, holding a clipboard and wearing the same expression he always did—calm, unreadable, distant. “Declan,” he said quietly, “Alpha Rhett has ordered your discharge. You’re to leave the medical wing within the hour. Guards will come to escort you.” His words took a second to settle. I pushed myself up slowly, my arms protesting at the movement. “He ordered it?” “Yes,” the doctor replied, his tone flat. “He said you’re well enough to recover at home. Your personal belongings have already been packed.” I nodded slowly, though my chest tightened. I could tell this wasn’t the doctor’s choice. Rhett’s orders rarely left room for argument. “I see,” I said. The doctor gave a short nod and turned toward the door. Before he left, he glanced back

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   137

    Nikolai's POV By the time I left Rhett’s office, I could feel the anger burning under my skin like wildfire. My steps echoed through the hall, steady but heavy, each one fueled by the rage I could no longer contain. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, growling low, whispering things I was trying hard not to listen to. It wanted out. It wanted to tear through walls, to hunt, to remind everyone that I was not made to be questioned. The moment I reached the outer corridor, I clenched my fists until my knuckles whitened. I could still hear Rhett’s voice in my head, calm and controlled even when everything around him was falling apart. He had become so wrapped up in his emotions that logic no longer existed for him. Every decision he made now was filtered through the fog of guilt and misplaced loyalty. By the time I reached my quarter, I had lost all patience. The guards stationed at the door saw my face and wisely stepped aside without a word. The scent of blood and incense lingered

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   136

    Rhett's POV I sat at the edge of my bed long after the morning bell had rung, my mind heavy with thoughts that refused to settle. The scent of blood still lingered in the corners of my memory, faint but sharp enough to remind me of how close I had come to losing everything. My body ached with every breath, but the pain was bearable compared to the silence that now filled the packhouse. The hallways outside my room were quieter than usual, stripped of the laughter and the steady rhythm of daily life. It felt like grief had seeped into the walls, and I was the one who had painted it there. I rang the small bell beside me and one of the guards entered immediately. His expression was careful, almost fearful. Maybe they all thought I had gone too far, locking up my beta and driving away my gamma. Maybe they were right. "Send for Nikolai," I said, my voice rough. "Tell him I want him in my study at once. And have one of the maids bring me my black tea." The guard bowed quickly and left.

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   135

    Third person POV Killian opened his eyes to a blinding light that burned his vision. The ground beneath him was soft, the scent of soil and flowers heavy in the air. When the haze cleared, he found himself lying in the middle of a vast garden. It stretched endlessly in every direction, filled with flowers of every color imaginable. Each petal shimmered faintly as though coated with dew, but the air was dry and still. He pushed himself up slowly, his body aching with confusion. The last thing he remembered was Nikolai’s face, the sound of his name being called, and then darkness swallowing him whole. Now he stood in a place that felt alive yet wrong. The silence pressed against his ears until it became almost unbearable. He took a step forward. The soft earth shifted beneath his boots. A gentle wind whispered through the garden, carrying faint sounds like laughter and sobs tangled together. He frowned, turning slowly, searching for the source, but saw nothing but endless rows of bl

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   134

    Rhett's POV I stood there frozen long after Nikolai left the room. The door slammed shut behind him, the echo lingering in the silence that followed. My chest felt heavy, the weight of his words pressing down on me harder than any wound I had ever taken. The sound of the monitor beside Killian’s bed filled the air again, steady and indifferent. For a moment, I could not move. My hands trembled slightly at my sides. The anger in Nikolai’s eyes was something I had never seen before. I had seen him furious in battle, sharp and focused, but not like that. That had been something else. That had been disappointment. The air in the room felt colder suddenly. I turned my gaze toward Killian, his body lying motionless under the sheets. He looked peaceful, but I could feel the faint pulse of his wolf beneath the surface. It was weak, flickering like a dying ember, but still there. Nikolai had been right about that much. I took a slow step forward, my legs unsteady. The pain in my abdomen f

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   133

    Nikolai POV I stood by the side of the bed, watching the still figure lying before me. Killian’s chest barely moved, so faint that I would have missed it if I did not know how to look for it. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the machines and the occasional scrape of the doctor’s pen against his clipboard. The air smelled of antiseptic, sharp and heavy. I hated that smell. It always reminded me of endings. The pack doctor adjusted the tube connected to Killian’s arm and sighed quietly. His expression was difficult to read, but I could tell he was unsettled. We all were. I had brought Killian here myself, carrying him from the prison after he had collapsed in my arms. I could still feel the cold weight of his body, the way his skin had turned pale in seconds. It had not been normal. Even for a wolf, the sudden shift had felt unnatural. His wolf aura had flickered but never disappeared. That was the only thing keeping me steady now, the faint hum of his energy still linge

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