Semua Bab Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Third Person’s PerspectiveOlivia walked fast through the hallway, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. Her heart was beating too fast. Her chest felt tight. Her hands were shaking, and her head was full of angry thoughts.She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had walked in on Hermoine and Ares. They were making out like wild animals, right there in the guest room. And Hermoine had the nerve to threaten her.That stupid, lying slut, Olivia thought. I was fighting for her. I stood by her when no one else did. I even went against my own sonbecause of her.Her hands curled into fists. Her lips were pressed into a tight line. She didn’t even look at the maids who bowed when she passed. The guards said, “Good evening, Lady Olivia,” but she ignored them. She just kept walking. Fast. Angry. Hurt.“I hate her,” she whispered under her breath. “I hate her so much.”Hermoine was pretending to be heartbroken. Pretending to be the one who got betrayed. But now Olivia saw the tr

First Person’s PerspectiveAresIt had been two weeks since I last saw Hermoine.The last time we met, Olivia had walked in on us. That moment had changed something. Hermoine didn’t talk to me for days. No texts. No visits. Nothing.But tonight, I went to her place.Her so-called “home” was more like a broken cabin. It smelled like dust and smoke. The windows were small and cracked. The roof looked like it could fall anytime.I kicked a piece of trash out of the way as I stepped in. “This is where you live now?” I asked, smirking.Hermoine rolled her eyes. “Don’t start.”I looked around. The wooden walls were stained. The furniture looked like it was stolen from a trash bin. I laughed a little.“I see you’re living the dream,” I said.“Shut up,” she snapped. “Why are you here?”I walked closer and sat on the edge of her small bed. “Missed me?”“Hardly,” she said, walking to the window and closing the curtain.There was silence for a moment.Then I said, “I was thinking about you.”She

First Person’s PerspectiveElenaIt had been three weeks.Three long, quiet weeks.No one knew who the man was. The one who tried to hurt me that night. The guards searched the whole mansion. They checked the gates. They even went into the woods. But nothing. No clues. No signs. No name.Sometimes I thought I would never know.But the calm had returned.After that night, Salvatore didn’t leave my side as you already knowHe didn’t let me walk alone and that earned me lots of stares from the people who saw. I stayed in his bedroom every night. At first, it was strange. His room was so big. So dark, I didn’t feel like I belonged here.But now, it felt normal. Safe.Sometimes he sat in the chair near the bed, just watching the door. Other nights, he would lie on the bed, far from me, but close enough that I could hear him breathing.He didn’t say much the first week.But now, things were starting to feel a little better.This morning, I sat on the bed, brushing my hair. Salvatore was nea

First Person’s PerspectiveElenaSalvatore’s room was quiet. The fire in the fireplace was burning softly. It was warm, and the light from the fire made the walls glow a soft orange color. I sat on the bed, hugging a pillow against my chest. My feet were bare, and I had pulled my knees up to my chest. Salvatore was lying beside me, one arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling.We weren’t doing anything special. No serious talk. No plans. Just being in the same room, breathing the same air. But it felt nice. It felt peaceful. It felt like… something safe.“I still don’t understand how you can eat toast without butter,” I said suddenly, turning my head to look at him.He raised one eyebrow slowly and turned his face toward me. “It’s not that strange.”“It is strange,” I said with a small laugh. “Toast without butter is just… sad bread.”Salvatore gave a short laugh. It was rare to hear him laugh like that,soft, relaxed. “Sad bread? You’re dramatic.”I smiled and shrugged. “Okay, but

First Person’s PerspectiveElenaEverything was foggy. I could not see anything. Smoke was all around me. I tried to walk, but my legs felt heavy. My heart was beating fast, but I did not know why. I was not cold. I was not hot. I was just… lost.Then I saw it. A shape. Big. Dark. Moving. It was a monster. It had long arms and sharp claws. Its eyes were red. It was catching animals, birds… anything that moved. It was wild. Dangerous.But I was not scared. I should have been scared. But I was not.I felt something strange. A pull. Like it was calling me. I did not hear a voice, but I knew it wanted me. And I wanted to go to it. I started walking. Slowly. Step by step. The smoke was thick. I could barely see, but I kept going.The monster turned to me. It was looking at me now.“Elena…”I heard it. This time, I heard it. It said my name.I reached out my hand. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to know why it called me.And then,Its mouth opened wide. Its teeth were sharp. It roared and tr