Bound to the Alpha Who Killed Me

The night my pack burned, the sky was painted red.Smoke filled my lungs as I ran, stumbling over the torn bodies of wolves I had known my whole life. The cries of children were drowned beneath the roars of warriors, the clash of teeth, the screams of dying mothers.And at the center of it all was him.Alpha Cain.The man whose name was whispered like a curse. The man whose shadow stretched longer than any nightmare. His wolves tore through mine as if we were nothing but prey. His commands cut sharper than steel, and the Bloodveil warriors obeyed without hesitation.I had thought death would come in the form of claws, or fangs ripping into my throat. But instead, it came slowly, through betrayal, through fire, through a smile I will never forget.I remember it too clearly.I was kneeling in the mud, blood dripping down my side from a wound that refused to close. My wolf whimpered inside me, broken, too weak to heal. My parents were already dead. My brother lay motionless at my feet. A

Chains bit into my wrists as the guards shoved us into the great hall.The air inside was suffocating, thick with the scent of power, blood, and smoke. Torches burned along the stone walls, throwing shadows that danced like wolves waiting to pounce. My heart pounded, each beat echoing in my ears as we were forced to our knees.And then I felt it.The bond.It slammed into me like a storm, crushing my lungs, burning through my veins. My scar seared as if the blade had pierced me again. Every nerve in my body screamed one name.Cain.I forced my head down, hiding my face beneath the hood. I couldn’t look at him. Not yet.Heavy footsteps echoed across the hall. Slow. Confident. Predatory.And then he was there.Alpha Cain.I didn’t need to see him to know. His presence filled the room, pressing down on all of us like a weight too heavy to bear. Wolves bowed their heads lower. The prisoners trembled. My wolf whimpered, torn between fear and the sick pull of the bond.I gritted my teeth an

The fortress never truly slept.Even in the deep hours of night, I could hear it, the scrape of boots, the clink of weapons, the restless howls from wolves outside the walls. Bloodveil thrummed with life, but it wasn’t the kind of life that comforted. It was sharp and jagged, always threatening to cut.I pressed my ear against the cold stone wall of my chamber, listening. Every sound mattered. Every scrap of gossip or whispered conversation could mean survival.That was when I heard it.Two guards, speaking just outside my door. Their voices low, but not low enough.“…it happened again last night,” one muttered, nervous.“Keep your mouth shut,” the other hissed. “If the Alpha hears you.”“I don’t care. I saw him. You didn’t hear the screams? He tore through the training yard like, like he wasn’t even himself. The healers are still stitching up the men who tried to stop him.”My breath caught.Cain.The bond in my chest stirred, uneasy.The other guard growled softly. “He keeps it unde

The morning air was sharp, the sky gray with storm clouds. The fortress buzzed with tension, whispers chasing each other through the halls. I knew why. Everyone had heard the roars last night. Everyone had seen the blood on the courtyard dirt.But no one dared speak Cain’s name.When the guards came for me, I already knew this wasn’t another round in the training yard. Something heavier hung in the air, something that smelled like blood and endings.They dragged me to the main hall, where the Alpha’s throne loomed high against the stone wall. Torches burned low, casting jagged shadows across the floor. Warriors lined the chamber, their eyes sharp and hungry.Cain sat on the throne like a king carved from obsidian. His face was unreadable, his posture relaxed but the air around him pulsed with danger. His eyes found me instantly, burning into me until I felt stripped bare.The bond tugged hard, my scar throbbing in rhythm with his pulse.I forced my chin up. If he wanted to see fear, h

The fortress halls buzzed with whispers when I returned from the Alpha’s summons. They didn’t know what had passed behind that iron door, but their eyes followed me like wolves scenting blood.Raven.That’s what Cain had called me. That’s what they would call me now.The name clung to me like a mask, but even a mask could crack under too many stares.The mess hall was crowded, the air thick with smoke and sweat. Warriors leaned over long tables, their laughter sharp and cruel. The moment I stepped inside, silence rippled through the room.A rogue among wolves.I ignored their stares, heading for the corner where a tray of bread and meat waited. My body screamed for rest, but I needed strength. If I showed weakness, they’d tear me apart.I had just torn a piece of bread when a shadow fell across the table.“Raven, is it?”The voice was female, low and smooth, but with an edge like broken glass.I looked up.She stood tall, wrapped in dark leathers that hugged her curves like armor. Her