All Chapters of Bound To The Fearful Alpha : Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

Diva's heart thudded in her ears as she sprinted through the broken gate of the devastated courtyard. Dawn light fought through the dark clouds to cast a deserted battlefield strewn in chaos. Wolves—her loyal pack—poured rapidly around her, their eyes blazing with determination, but in their trail, a wire of tension crackled like lightning. Every step echoed with the urgency of a last stand. Abruptly, without precursor, a low, rasping bellow shredded the air. From ruin and wreckage, the foe appeared—faces twisted by shadow and terror. In this instant, Diva seized her sword in white-knuckled resolve. She rushed forward like a flood, fluid and untamed in action. Her cry, tempered from sheer will, rang out, "For the light and for our future!" The voice itself was a vow that the very darkness looming could not consume. Derek, bloody and marred but with the flame of a true Alpha still burning fierce inside him, stood beside her. His battle-worn eyes blazed like a guardian's whenever they c

The council chamber trembled with the weight of silence. Weapons were drawn, and the flickering truth-flame cast eerie shadows across the faces of the gathered leaders. In the doorway stood the woman who wore Diva’s face like a mask—a reflection twisted by darkness, a mirror to her light.Liora.Diva stepped forward, her heart pounding against her ribs like a war drum. She searched the woman’s features for some sign of doubt, of remorse, of shared memory. But there was none.Only cold triumph."How are you alive?" Diva asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Liora tilted her head with mock curiosity. "Alive? No, sister. I was never given the chance to live. You were chosen. I was cast aside. But the shadows welcomed me. They nurtured what the light rejected.” "She was a stillborn," Lady Mira murmured behind Diva. "The midwives said the second child was lost.""Not lost," Liora replied, her smile chilling. "Given. Offered. A sacrifice to the old powers that slumber beneath this world

They rode hard.The woods darkened. The sky chilled. Magic writhed awry.Half-way through, they were ambushed.Not by soldiers. By illusions. Memories embodied.Diva battled her mother's ghost. Weeping. Bleeding. Accusing."You let your sister die. You chased your pride."Derek saw his former pack. Their deaths. Their screams.Eamon relived the fight he lost to save his temple.Each memory warped their ability. Pulled on old wounds.But Diva clenched her fists. "This isn’t real."She flung raw truth outward. Light from her core.The illusions shattered.---At the edge of the northern pass stood the ruins of a forgotten city. Smoke curled from its towers. Shadows roamed its streets.And on a throne of bones, Ronan sat.Older. Scarred. Smiling."Welcome, children," he said. "Come to see your god?"Diva stepped forward. "You’re no god. You’re a coward hiding behind lies.""Lies?" he laughed. "No, girl. I gave your world meaning. Without me, you're nothing but beasts chasing after the mo

The relic was gone.Derek looked at the shattered pieces of the obsidian box, its jagged rim catching a faint glint from the fading light. It had once vibrated with promise. Now, it vibrated with nothing. Mira was standing next to him, her hand against his arm in a shaking motion. She didn't say anything. There was nothing to say.The silence after the storm was always so loud.They stood within the clearing where it had begun—or ended. The wind shifted oddly, bringing with it the scent of ash and something far older.Eamon knelt at the perimeter of the shattered circle, eyes closed, lips moving in the darkness. Prayers to gods they no longer wanted to believe in. Behind him, the surviving warriors of the old alliance stood silent ranks. Bruised, battered, broken—but not bent."She's gone," Derek finally breathed.No, Mira whispered, her voice shaking. "Not gone. Changed."The words hung in the air like a query no one knew how to respond.---It had all transpired so suddenly. One mom