All Chapters of Bound To The Fearful Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Derek’s golden eyes locked onto mine.But something was wrong.Something cold.His grip on my wrist was tight—too tight. Like he was holding onto something that might slip through his fingers. Like he was trying to convince himself I was still the woman he knew.His chest heaved, his muscles tight beneath his torn shirt. Blood streaked his lips, but he didn’t seem to feel the pain.Because he was too busy looking at me like I was a stranger.Like I was the enemy.A sharp, ice-cold panic surged through me. “Derek, it’s me.”He flinched.I reached for him—instinct, desperation—but he stepped back like my touch burned him.The breath caught in my throat.No.No, no, no.This wasn’t happening.I took another step forward. “Please.”His hands clenched into fists. His breathing was too fast, too uneven. And his eyes—They had never looked at me with fear.Not until now.“What did you do?” His voice was hoarse, almost broken.I opened my mouth, but I had no answer.Because deep down, I alrea

The forest pressed in around me, thick with silence.The wind carried a warning, a whisper against my skin.I should turn back.I didn’t.I kept moving, step after step, deeper into the unknown. I had made my choice.Find Ronan. Get answers. Before it’s too late.The black mist curled around my fingers again, restless. Hungry.I clenched my fists. It flickered, resisting me before it faded.Not gone. Just waiting.I swallowed hard.Something inside me was changing.And I didn’t know if I could stop it.—A sound behind me.A rustling. Steady. Measured.Not Ronan.But familiar.Derek.The scent of him hit me before I turned.He emerged from the trees, his frame tall, rigid, his golden eyes burning with something I didn’t want to name.Anger.Frustration.Relief.And something else—something worse.I exhaled slowly. “You shouldn’t be here.”Derek’s jaw clenched. “Neither should you.”His voice was rough, edged with something raw.I crossed my arms, keeping my face neutral. “Did Alec sen

Diva’s POV"Welcome home, little wolf."The words slithered over my skin, wrapping around me like a second set of chains.I stared at Ronan, my pulse roaring in my ears. The black mist coiled around my wrists, inching toward him like it knew him. Like it recognized him.No.I wasn’t his.I yanked at the restraints, ignoring the burn in my wrists. “You think I belong here?” My voice was raw but firm.Ronan tilted his head, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “You don’t see it yet, do you?”A slow, creeping smile. “This power in you… it was never meant for Derek. It was never meant for your old life.”I gritted my teeth. “You’re wrong.”He stepped closer, golden gaze steady. “Then why does it respond to me so easily?”The mist shuddered, trembling in my grip, pulled between us. Betraying me.I clenched my fists. “You’re manipulating it.”Ronan chuckled. “Or maybe… it knows its true master.”A cold chill raced down my spine.No.That wasn’t possible.This power—**my power—**was mine alon

Diva’s POVThe silence after the battle felt too loud.Derek held me, his heartbeat strong beneath my cheek. Warm. Solid. Alive.But something had shifted inside me.The power I’d unleashed still lingered beneath my skin, pulsing like a second heartbeat. It wasn’t fading. It wasn’t done.And neither was Ronan.He hadn’t lost.He had wanted this.Derek’s fingers brushed against my jaw, tilting my face up. “You with me?”I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”His eyes searched mine, golden and fierce, but beneath the fire, I saw it—the flicker of doubt.Not in me.For me.The sound of footsteps snapped our attention toward the shadows.Lukas.Bloodied, exhausted, his usual arrogance dulled. His gaze flicked between us before settling on me.“I didn’t know he’d do that,” he muttered.Derek stiffened beside me, his voice a low growl. “You helped him.”Lukas raised his hands, wincing. “I didn’t have a choice.”I crossed my arms. “Why should we believe you?”Lukas exhaled sharply. “Because I know where

Diva’s POVI woke up gasping.The nightmare clung to me, thick and suffocating. My skin was damp with sweat, my fingers trembling as I shoved the blankets away.Derek was already awake. Sitting at the edge of the bed, his back tense, shoulders rigid.He’d heard me.I swallowed hard. “Derek…”He turned, golden eyes locking onto mine. His expression unreadable.Then, after a long beat—“What did you see?”I hesitated.How could I tell him?That my father—a man I had never known—had spoken to me? That the power inside me wasn’t an accident?That I was never supposed to be weak?Derek’s patience thinned. “Diva. Tell me.”I forced the words out. “My father.”His entire body went still.“What?”I exhaled shakily. “He was in my dream. He spoke to me.” I clenched the sheets, grounding myself. “He said I was almost ready.”Derek swore under his breath and stood, raking a hand through his hair. “Almost ready for what?”I shook my head. “I don’t know.”Lies.I did know.I just wasn’t ready to say