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CHAPTER 57

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First Person’s Perspective

Hermoine

I sat on my bed with an open book in front of me, pretending to read. But my eyes weren’t really looking. The words on the page didn’t make sense. They were just black lines swimming in front of me.

My mind wasn’t here.

It was with Salvatore.

What was he doing right now? Was he with her?

Elena.

That omega girl.

He said she was just part of the plan. That once the curse was broken, she would be gone. That she was nothing. Just a tool. A key. A thing he needed to use.

But that didn’t explain the way he looked at her now.

Didn’t explain why he was dressing her like a queen, taking her to council meetings, standing beside her like they were equals.

That wasn’t the plan.

That wasn’t what he promised me.

I closed the book and leaned back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling. My room was quiet, but my head was loud. I could hear everything—my thoughts, my doubts, my anger. They wouldn’t shut up.

I had tried to do the right thing. I even made a
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  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 57

    First Person’s PerspectiveHermoineI sat on my bed with an open book in front of me, pretending to read. But my eyes weren’t really looking. The words on the page didn’t make sense. They were just black lines swimming in front of me.My mind wasn’t here.It was with Salvatore.What was he doing right now? Was he with her?Elena.That omega girl.He said she was just part of the plan. That once the curse was broken, she would be gone. That she was nothing. Just a tool. A key. A thing he needed to use.But that didn’t explain the way he looked at her now.Didn’t explain why he was dressing her like a queen, taking her to council meetings, standing beside her like they were equals.That wasn’t the plan.That wasn’t what he promised me.I closed the book and leaned back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling. My room was quiet, but my head was loud. I could hear everything—my thoughts, my doubts, my anger. They wouldn’t shut up.I had tried to do the right thing. I even made a

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    First Person’s Perspective RonI stood in the Alpha throne room of the pack, slowly turning around as I took in everything. My eyes scanned the high walls, the beautiful carvings etched into stone, the smooth floors that gleamed even under the dull light, and the grand throne that sat at the far end like it owned the room — like it ruled everything that breathed under this roof.And God, how I wished it did belong to me.This room didn’t just speak of power — it screamed it. From the massive archways down to the worn leather of the throne’s armrest, everything echoed with the voices of Alphas past. With dominance. With legacy.I stepped closer, each movement deliberate, like I was walking into a dream I’d been having for years. My hand reached out and brushed the wall beside the throne. Cold. Solid. Strong. Everything I wasn’t… yet.I moved to the wall where symbols had been carved deep into the stone. Some were old — ancient even. Marks of bloodlines and power. I didn’t know what mo

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    First Person’s PerspectiveElenaI woke up suddenly.For a moment, I just lay there, staring up at the big golden ceiling above me.The intricate designs glimmered faintly in the soft morning light that bled through the heavy curtains. It looked the same — grand, majestic, intimidating.But somehow, everything felt different.I felt different.My heart was beating fast, like I had been running in my dream, chased by something I couldn’t see. My breathing was shallow, almost like my own body didn’t know whether to calm down or stay alert.I turned my head slowly, looking around the vast bedroom.The crystal chandelier hung motionless above me, the velvet chairs near the fireplace sat untouched, and the silk sheets around me still smelled faintly of roses and something darker — something that reminded me of him.Salvatore.Just the thought of his name sent a complicated shiver down my spine.I sat up carefully, pulling my knees to my chest, hugging them tightly like I could somehow prot

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  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 51

    First Person's PerspectiveElenaHermione walked back and forth in the dimly lit room, her expensive dress brushing against the floor with every step. Her heels made a soft clicking sound, and her movements were fast, filled with frustration. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and her fingers dug into her skin. Her nails, painted a deep red, pressed hard into her palms as she clenched her fists. Her breathing was uneven, her lips pressed together in a firm line. Her face, usually composed and elegant, was twisted in pure anger.Ares stood near the wall, watching her with cold, expressionless eyes. He was relaxed, but his posture held an edge of danger. His arms were crossed over his chest, his sharp gaze never leaving Hermione. The dim light in the room made the shadows on his face look darker, giving him a more intimidating presence."I cannot take this anymore," Hermione said sharply, her voice filled with bitterness. "That human girl walks around this place like she o

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 50

    Third Person's PerspectiveElena sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window. The curtains were open, letting sunlight pour into the room, casting a warm glow on everything. But despite the light, despite the warmth, she felt cold. It was an odd kind of cold, the kind that settled deep inside her, making her feel empty, like something had been taken from her. The problem was, she didn’t even know what it was.She pressed a hand against her chest, trying to make sense of it. Her heart was beating. She was breathing. Everything was normal. But deep inside, something felt wrong. It was like waking up from a dream, knowing something terrible had happened in it but not being able to remember what. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out why she felt this way.The door creaked open, and Salvatore walked in. His movements were quiet, controlled. He was dressed neatly, wearing a black shirt that was buttoned all the way up. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows

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