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Author: Night Raven
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-30 12:14:27

Third person POV

The chamber was cloaked in shadows, deep and deliberate. Only a circle of torches flickered along the walls, their flames bending in the draft that crawled across the room. The floor beneath the council table was polished obsidian, reflecting the faint, wavering glow like a dark mirror.

The council had gathered in silence. Old men and women, rulers of their packs, strategists who had lived too long to waste words, and younger faces who had learned ruthlessness quickly. They were the voices of the southern alliance, bound by mutual disdain for Rhett and his growing dominance.

At the head of the table, seated on a chair carved from black oak, the Southern Alpha ruler, Lord Maelor, let his gaze sweep across those present. His face was carved from stone, lines etched deep around his mouth from decades of command. His silver-streaked hair gleamed in the firelight, but his eyes were what unsettled most—a pale, near-colorless shade of gray, sharp as knives and twice as merc
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  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   162

    Declan's POV I spotted Colt near the gift table and waved him over. “Hey, help me with the big one.” He jogged up, eyes wide. “The one you wouldn’t let any of us touch? Dude, I’m honored.” I rolled my eyes. “Just grab the other side.” We lifted the long flat box together. It was heavier than it looked, wrapped in plain black paper with a single gold ribbon. I carried it through the crowd until I found Rhett leaning against the wall, beer in hand, watching everyone with that soft look he only lets out when he thinks no one is paying attention. I stopped in front of him. “This one’s from me.” Rhett set his drink down and took the box. His fingers brushed mine. “You already gave me the letter.” “That was words. This is… different.” He raised an eyebrow but started pulling the ribbon. Colt and I stepped back. The paper came off and Rhett stared at the framed photograph inside. It was huge, black and white, taken last summer on the river trip. Rhett mid-laugh, hair wet, sunlight

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   161

    Nikolai's POV I found Killian on the back porch swing, legs stretched out, beer dangling from his fingers. The party had spilled outside hours ago; someone had started a bonfire in the pit, and the glow lit up the garden in shifting orange. Music thumped from the house, muffled but steady. Most of the pack was inside dancing or arguing over the playlist, but out here it was quieter. Just the crackle of wood and the low hum of voices. I walked straight to him, dropped onto his lap without asking, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He made a soft surprised sound, then smiled against my mouth when I kissed him. Slow. Lazy. The kind of kiss that said we had all the time in the world. His hands settled on my hips, thumbs rubbing small circles through my shirt. I tasted beer and smoke and him, and I could have stayed right there forever. A dramatic squeal cut through the night. “Oh my god, you two have no respect for your alpha! There are children present! Get a room!” Rhett was le

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   160

    Killian's POV I slammed Rhett’s bedroom door open so hard it bounced off the wall. He was standing at the window in nothing but sweatpants, hair still damp from the shower, and he turned fast, eyes narrowing at me. “Killian, what the hell.” “There’s a problem,” I said, already crossing the room. “Big one. We have to go. Now.” He opened his mouth, probably to ask questions, but I didn’t give him time. I grabbed his arm and pulled. He let me drag him two steps before he planted his feet. “Explain,” he growled. “No time. Trust me.” I yanked again. “Move.” He stared at me for half a second, then snatched a hoodie off the chair and shoved his arms through it while I towed him down the hallway. Declan was nowhere in sight, which was good because one look at his face would have ruined everything. Rhett kept trying to talk as we hit the stairs. “If this is about the border patrol schedule, I swear to god.” “It’s not patrol.” “Then what?” “You’ll see.” We burst through the kitchen

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   159

    Rhett's POV I woke up on the seventh morning with a scratch in my throat and a heaviness behind my eyes that had nothing to do with Declan. Nikolai noticed the second I stepped onto the balcony. He took one look at me, raised an eyebrow, and said, “You sound like gravel.”“I’m fine,” I told him. My voice cracked halfway through the sentence.He handed me coffee anyway. “You have that meeting with the investor at eleven. The one who wants to fund the new security division. Drink this, take something, and try not to cough in his face.”I drank the coffee. It tasted like ash.The investor was a human named Marcus Lang. Mid-forties, sharp suit, sharper smile. He wanted to put ten million into wolf-designed encryption protocols. Nikolai had set the whole thing up weeks ago, back when I still pretended everything was normal. We met him at a beachside café with white umbrellas and overpriced orange juice. The sun was brutal. My skin felt too tight, my joints ached, and every time the breeze

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   158

    Third person POV Killian stood in the middle of the living room with a roll of black crepe paper in one hand and a half-eaten slice of pizza in the other. The coffee table had disappeared under boxes of balloons, fairy lights, and at least six different kinds of banners that all said HAPPY BIRTHDAY in increasingly aggressive fonts. Declan was on the floor wrestling with a helium tank while Colt balanced on the back of the couch, directing operations like a very enthusiastic air traffic controller. "Declan, tilt it left. Left. Your other left," Colt called. Declan blew hair out of his eyes and obeyed. The tank hissed, and another gold balloon shot toward the ceiling. They already had so many that the living room looked like a bizarre metallic cloud forest. Killian took a bite of pizza and spoke around it. "We are going to run out of ceiling before we run out of balloons." "Good," Colt said. "Rhett hates when things touch his head. This is psychological warfare." Declan snorted.

  • BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer   157

    Nikolai's POV I told Rhett we would be gone eight days. I said it was a company thing, some last-minute investor meetings up north that couldn’t be handled remotely, and that I needed him with me because the clients liked his face better than mine. Half of that was true; the clients did like him better. The rest was a lie I delivered with a straight face while I finished packing his bag for him because he hadn’t moved from the couch in two days. He just nodded. “Eight days is fine,” he said, voice flat. “The longer the better.” I hated hearing him sound like that, but I kept my mouth shut. I finished zipping his duffel, tossed in an extra pack of smokes because I knew he was down to his last three, and told him the car was leaving in twenty minutes. Declan hovered in the hallway the whole time, eyes red, wanting to say something and swallowing every word. Rhett never looked at him. When we left, Declan stood on the porch and watched the car until we turned the corner. I saw hi

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