Semua Bab Bewitching the Alpha: Bab 11 - Bab 20

CATION WARRED with an insatiable curiosity. This book felt like a key, a forbidden answer hidden in plain sight. Despite the unsettling sensation, a part of her, the witch within, yearned to explore its secrets. It called to her, a siren song of forgotten knowledge.She reached for it again, slower this time, her fingers brushing the cold, smooth leather. No jolt. No echo. Hesitantly, she picked it up. It was surprisingly heavy, dense with untold pages. There was no latch, no clasp, no visible way to open it. She ran her fingers over the seamless spine, tracing the edges of the cover, searching for a hidden mechanism. Nothing.Frustration pricked at her. This wasn't just a book; it was a puzzle, a magical enigma. She tried a simple opening spell, a gentle tug of her own magic, directing it at the binding. The book remained stubbornly shut. She tried a more forceful incantation, focusing on the interwoven symbol, picturing it unraveling. The symbol on the cover flared, hot this time, sc

THE GILDED CAGE of Waldemar’s chambers had begun to feel less like a prison and more like a tomb. Days blurred into a monotonous cycle of restless pacing, futile attempts to sever the Moonbind, and the insidious creep of the Alpha’s emotions through their unwanted connection. His possessiveness, his irritation, even a strange, deep-seated loneliness – they were all becoming her own, tainting her thoughts, dulling her defiance. The grand hall, where she had been displayed like a prize, still haunted her, the echoes of the pack's hostile whispers a constant drone in her mind.Waldemar himself remained an enigma. He would appear and disappear, his presence a heavy weight, his golden eyes always assessing, always seeming to know more than he let on. He hadn't yet forced another "lesson," but she felt the unspoken threat hanging in the air, a sword of Damocles suspended by the thin thread of the Moonbind.The solitude was crushing. Lyra, while kind, remained distant, bound by her loyalty to

THE CHILLING declaration that Waldemar’s wolf was capable of unimaginable things echoed in Selene’s mind long after he had left her chamber. His words, delivered with such quiet menace, had pierced through her defiance, leaving a cold dread in its wake. The terrifying truth was, she didn’t know the full extent of his power, nor the depths of the Moonbind’s insidious reach. Each forced 'lesson,' each surge of her own magic, served only to intertwine their essences further, weaving a web of dependence she increasingly struggled to escape.The next morning brought a new command. Waldemar arrived, not in his usual Alpha attire, but in simple, dark hunting clothes, his movements fluid and silent. His golden eyes held a familiar intensity, but also a hint of something unreadable, a quiet expectation."We leave for the old ruins," he stated, his voice devoid of negotiation. "Today, you will see where it all began."Selene's stomach clenched. The "old ruins" – she'd heard whispers about them f

THE JOURNEY BACK to the Nightshade estate was a silent, agonizing blur. Waldemar’s grip on Selene’s arm remained, a bruising brand that left no doubt of her capture. The Moonbind, unleashed in its full fury, pulsed between them—his rage a suffocating blanket, her terror a sharp, echoing counterpart. He didn’t speak, not a single word, but his silence was far more terrifying than any roar. The two patrol wolves flanked them, their golden eyes watchful, their presence a constant reminder of her failed escape.When they finally reached the estate, the first tendrils of dawn painting the sky in bruised purples and greys, Waldemar didn’t take her back to her chambers. Instead, he pulled her directly into his own, the heavy door thudding shut behind them with an ominous finality. He released her arm only to clamp his hands on her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh, forcing her to meet his blazing red eyes."You tried to leave," he growled, his voice low, vibrating with an intensit

THE RAW CONFESSION of Waldemar’s past, the searing pain of his brother’s death, had left Selene reeling. It didn't erase her captivity, nor the violation of the Moonbind, but it layered a disturbing empathy over her hatred. She saw now the desperate man beneath the demanding Alpha, burdened by inherited duty and personal grief. Her feelings were a tangled knot of resentment, fear, and a reluctant understanding that complicated her every thought. The intimate 'punishment' still resonated, a constant flush of shame mixed with a traitorous physical awareness of Waldemar that made her skin prickle whenever he was near.The precarious balance of their volatile truce was shattered two days later, not by an argument, nor by Waldemar’s relentless 'lessons,' but by the unannounced arrival of a new, unsettling presence at the Nightshade estate.Selene was in the grand parlor, attempting to lose herself in a forgotten book from Waldemar's personal library. The Moonbind hummed, a dull ache in her