Lahat ng Kabanata ng SINFUL BOND: MATED TO THE CRUEL ALPHA : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Chapter 142: Crossing the ThresholdAs they walked back inside the castle, the dim lights lining the stone walls cast warm, golden glows on their faces. Their footsteps echoed softly in the corridor, and neither Jarrel nor Hana said a word after their words of assurance on the rooftop. It was as if both were acutely aware of something simmering just beneath the surface, a feeling too potent to be acknowledged outright. Their glances lingered just a beat too long, their fingers brushing by chance as they moved side by side. Despite having the thoughts of her pack on her mind, Hana was still curious to ask Jarrel how she was the previous night when she was under the influence. She had wanted to ask him but was very shy and embarrassed to ask, but she was never going to let the night pass until she heard the answers to her gnawing questions.When they reached Hana’s door, Hana stopped, her hand on the handle. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and unanswered questions. Was she really

Chapter 144: Morning After RevelationsMagnus leaned heavily against the stone wall just outside Hana’s bedroom, barely able to keep his eyes open. Dark shadows clung to the underside of his eyes, and his hair was slightly out of place from his many sighs and restless shifts through the night. His usual sharp, vigilant gaze was softened by exhaustion, evidence of the sleepless night he’d endured. He hadn’t had the luxury of escape, bound by his duty to keep watch, no matter the… disturbance from within. Around him, the corridor was waking up to the light chatter of maids and servants beginning their day. However, three maids, holding various cleaning tools that seemed mostly for show, couldn’t stop glancing at Magnus and each other, their eyes alight with mischievous curiosity.“Did you hear them last night?” one maid murmured to the others, her eyes darting back to Magnus to make sure he wasn’t glaring their way. She failed to stifle a grin. “The Alpha’s voice was… well, let’s say,

Chapter 146: Power and RestriantDays had gone by with Hana trying to keep her mind busy with the planning of getting her pack together. She had taken it upon herself to figure out everything by herself without involving Jarrel into the situation. She understood how her pack would react if Jarrel was to come forward to preach peace and forgiveness, they won’t even let him explain himself and his reasons for staging a raiding party against their pack. They wouldn’t even mind if she was mated to him, they would stage a scene that would cost lives and that was something she was trying so hard to avoid. They couldn’t change the hands of times, neither could they bring back the dead, but what they could do was to move on in peace and love just like she had decided to move on. On the other hand was Jarrel who was still receiving threats from this so-called prominent man from Blood Thorn Pack. Although Jarrel didn’t act like those threats bothered him, the endless speculations the Elders w

Chapter 148: A Point of No ReturnThe morning sun poured through the castle’s high windows, casting warm rays across Jarrel’s study, where he sat behind his desk, absorbed in a stack of reports. Hana took a deep breath as she entered, her mind set on her decision, even though she knew Jarrel wouldn’t approve. She stopped a few paces from his desk, her shadows falling across his papers.Without looking up, he murmured, “What’s on your mind?”“I’ve decided to go find my people,” Hana announced, voice steady but tense. “I know you are not in full support of this and you want to take the responsibility to find them yourself but I think it’s best I do that myself as their Alpha.”At that, Jarrel’s head snapped up. His expression, usually calm and reserved, shifted to one of surprise, and then, unmistakably, concern. He put down his quill and leaned back in his chair, studying her face.“Hana, that’s… that’s not a very good idea,” he replied cautiously. “They despise you. They think you bet

Chapter 150: The Choice to Let GoJarrel sat by the open window, his gaze fixed on the cold, silent landscape outside. The night air drifted in, filling the room with a sharp chill, but he barely noticed. His focus was fixed on a single object cradled in his hands: a small wooden bird-shaped flute, its delicate neckpiece carved with intricate feathers, each line a testament to the care and patience it had taken to create it. The flute has been something he’d crafted himself, back when he and Hana were still dreamers rather than leaders weighed down by obligations. They had been two souls with nothing but the future ahead of them, hopeful, invincible—or so it had seemed. This flute, a symbol of those days, had once meant so much more. But now, it only raised questions, piercing and unrelenting, that he could no longer ignore. His wolf stirred within him, its presence a grounding force as he continued to stare at the flute, the memories swirling around him like a storm he couldn’t qui