Lahat ng Kabanata ng SINFUL BOND: MATED TO THE CRUEL ALPHA : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Chapter 61: The Garden ConfrontationThe corridors of the castle felt colder than usual as Jarrel walked through them, his mood dark and brooding. His steps echoed off the stone walls, the weight of the recent events pressing down on his mind. He had left the elder’s chamber in a storm of fury, but now all he wanted was to see Hana. Her presence, despite everything, had a way of calming the tempest that constantly brewed within him. He had asked one of the servants about her whereabouts, only to be told that Hana was in the garden, speaking with the remnants of her pack. The mention of a fierce banter made his jaw tighten. He could imagine what they had said to her, how they had torn into her, their hatred for him undoubtedly poisoning their view of her. His wolf stirred with unease, irritated that she had been left alone with those who despised her. Jarrel pushed open the large doors leading to the garden and stepped outside. The air was crisp, the morning light filtering through t

Chapter 63: Torn Between Two WorldHana sat alone in the quiet of her nicely decorated garden, her knees drawn to her chest, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the sky met the distant mountains. The air around her was still, the morning sun was barely lifting above the trees. It was too peaceful for how chaotic her mind felt. Inside, she was breaking apart piece by piece, the weight of her conflicting emotions pressing down on her like a stone tied to chest.Her thoughts kept circling back to her people. The survivors. The ones who had stood before her only hours ago, faces twisted in anger and disappointment. Their words still echoed in her mind, sharp and venomous, each one a danger aimed at her heart.“You’re a traitor, Hana. A coward.”She had tried to speak, but the words had stuck in her throat, choked by the undeniable truth in their accusations. What could she say? How could she possibly defend herself when she had no idea what she was doing? She was the one who should have l

Chapter 65: The Desperate SearchThe silence in the castle was unnatural, oppressive. It suffocated everything, thick and heavy like a storm that refused to break. Jarrel stood in the grand hall, his fists clenched at his sides, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He stared at the large doors that led out to the courtyard, the air around him crackling with barely restrained rage. She was gone.Hana had run. No one had seen her since she walked out of the garden. No one knew where she had gone, or how far she had gotten. Jarrel’s pack, usually so vigilant, had failed him. They had let her slip away. Behind him, Magnus stood near the fireplace, eyes red-rimmed, his shoulders slumped. His guilt was written all over his face. He had been tasked with keeping an eye on Hana, with making sure she stayed within the castle’s walls. But he had failed, and the weight of that failure was crushing him. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” Magnus whispered, his voice barely audible. His hands were tremblin

Chapter 67: DesperationThe castle felt different. It was quieter, more suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in on everyone inside. Jarrel paced the length of his study, his footsteps heavy, each one making the room tremble. His hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms. The air around him crackled with the barely-contained rage coursing through him. Hana was still not found. She was gone. Gone.It had been hours since she disappeared, but it felt like an eternity. His mind raced with every possible scenario—where she could be, who might have taken her. But worse than the uncertainty was the gnawing feeling of loss. She left on her own accord. She ran away from him. She chose to leave him because he was her monster.Magnus who had just returned with the troops stood by the door, head bowed, his guilt and sorrow palpable in the room. He had promised Jarrel that he was going to find her no matter what, and now the beta’s shame hung over him like a stor

Chapter 69: Betrayal in the ShadowsMagnus clenched his fists as he walked just ahead of Jarrel now, the dense forest closing in around them. His steps were deliberate, leading Jarrel away from the direction where Hana’s faint scent had disappeared. His heart pounded in his chest, not from the exertion of the search, but from the guilt that gnawed at him with every step.“You’re heading us in circles, Magnus,” Jarrel growled, his wolf hovering near the surface. Jarrel’s patience was running thin, the bond with Hana pulling him in another direction, but Magnus pressed forward. “I just think we should be thorough,” Magnus replied, forcing his voice to remain steady. “We can’t miss any details. It could lead us to her.”Jarrel’s eyes narrowed. His wolf stirred, suspicious now. Magnus had always been his most trusted ally—his beta, his brother in arms—but something felt off. Still, he didn’t argue. Not yet. As they moved deeper into the woods, the memories started creeping up on Magnus.