Semua Bab The Alpha's Prick:Bond By Oath Torn By Fate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Helena’s POV The scent of blood was everywhere. It clung to my skin, thick and metallic, mixing with the stench of smoke and burnt flesh. The infirmary walls trembled from the force of battle outside, and my hands shook as I tightened the bandage around a warrior’s gashed chest.“Hold still,” I whispered, my voice low and unsteady.The man groaned, his face pale, but I didn’t stop working. I couldn’t. If I let myself think, if I let my mind drift beyond these walls, I’d break.A deafening roar ripped through the night. The ground quaked beneath me.I froze.Through the shattered window, the sky was burning outside, chaos reigned. Women running to get their pups, our warriors fighting like their lives depended on it because It really depended on it.Crescent Moon Pack had fought wars before. We had defended our lands against rival wolves, stood strong against shifting alliances. But this, this was not a war.It was an onslaught.From the infirmary window, I saw beasts of legend descen

Liard’s POV "Something isn't right."Caelum’s voice was low, edged with unease as we scanned the dense forest ahead.I felt it too, the weight of the silence, the stillness that did not belong. Crescent Moon’s borders had always been dangerous, but tonight, the air was different.Too quiet. As if it was controlled.Rhider’s hand tightened around his sword. “They’re waiting.”I nodded once, signaling the warriors. We weren’t alone.Then the wind shifted, carrying the scent of blood and sweat.And all hell broke loose.It was a deadly ambush.The first rogue lunged from the trees, his claws glinting under the moonlight.My sword met his strike mid-air, metal screeching against bone. I twisted, driving the blade through his ribs in one clean motion. He crumpled, but more followed.Dozens.They moved in coordinated strikes, their formation too precise for common rogues.This wasn’t a random attack.This was planned.Beside me, Rhider fought like a beast unleashed. His movements were raw,

Helena’s POV Liard’s hands were on me, hot, firm and possessive.His fingers traced the curve of my waist, leaving a trail of heat that burned through the thin fabric of my coral nightdress. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my skin as he pressed me back against something solid, immovable.A tree? A wall? I didn’t know.All I knew was him, Liard. My Alpha.His lips hovered just above mine, his breath warm, his scent intoxicating. Woodsmoke and something undeniably strong and masculine.My body betrayed me, arching into him. My fingers curled against his bare chest, feeling the ridges of his muscle beneath my palms. His skin was hotter than it should be, his presence too overwhelming, too consuming.“You want this,” he murmured, his voice rough, edged with restraint.I did.Goddess help me, I did.But—No.This wasn’t right.I opened my mouth to say something, to push him away, to deny what my body already knew…But before I could speak, his lips crashed against mine.

Liard’s POV I can still feel her.The warmth of her breath, the way her pulse raced beneath my fingers, the way she couldn’t bring herself to tell me to stop.I should have kissed her. I should have ended this fight between us, torn down whatever fragile resistance she still clings to.But Rhider ruined that.My fists clench at the memory, my wolf prowling beneath my skin, restless and furious. I watch Helena walk ahead of me now, her shoulders rigid as she follows Rhider toward the southern border.She hasn’t looked at me once since we left.Good.If she had, I might not have been able to stop myself.The night air is thick with tension, not just between us, but in the land itself. The disturbance at the border isn’t a rogue attack.It’s something else.Caelum and two warriors meet us at the clearing, their expressions grim.“The scent is…wrong,” Caelum says, scanning the dark treeline. “Not wolves. Not rogues.”I inhale deeply, trying to pick it apart. My wolf stirs uncomfortably,

Helena’s POV The moment Rhider disappears into the trees, I exhale shakily, pressing a hand to my chest to steady the erratic beat of my heart.That was too close.The weight of his words lingers in the air around me, wrapping tightly around my thoughts. He noticed. My own son, so perceptive, so sharp, he noticed how I’ve been different.Is it Liard?I told him no. I lied. But the way he looked at me before he left… it was like he didn’t quite believe me.I shake my head. I cannot let this continue. Whatever this thing between Liard and me, it has to stop.Taking another slow breath, I turn to leave.Then I feel it.A shift in the air.That deep, instinctual awareness that comes when someone is watching.The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. My fingers twitch toward the dagger strapped to my thigh beneath my cloak, a habit I picked up years ago.The trees are silent, but the presence is undeniable.I am not alone.A rustle, then a voice.“You know, for someone so cautious, y