All Chapters of Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

First Person’s Perspective Hermoine I couldn’t sleep. Not a single second. Not since it happened. That bastard His name still made my chest feel tight. I still felt his hands. His voice. His weight. I felt dirty. I felt broken. I felt like screaming. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to die. Why didn’t I kill him when I had the chance? My hands were still shaking. It had been days since I confronted Ron and how he tried to r*pe me Days since I barely made it out alive. My body was healing, but my mind wasn’t. I was still trapped in that moment. My skin still crawled. I still cried in my sleep. I hated him. I hated him more than anything. I cursed him every second. I cursed his name. I cursed his soul. I wanted his blood to spill. I wanted his death to be slow. Very slow. Painful. No one knew what happened How could they know? It’s not like I had anyone The only person I had has been jailed and locked up People in the surrounding

First Person’s Perspective ElenaIt had been two months since Ron escaped from prison.Two long months.At first, we were all so scared. We searched for him every day. Warriors went out in groups. We looked in every direction,north, south, east, and west. But we found nothing. Not a footprint. Not a scent. Not a sign.Then slowly… things became quiet.Ron did not show up. He did not attack. He did not do anything.It was strange. But it gave us time to breathe.So now, two months later, the pack was calm. The days were quiet. The Brimstone lands were peaceful. The sun was warm. The trees were green again. Children laughed. Families worked. The market was full of fresh food and herbs. It felt like life had returned to normal.I still stayed alert. So did Salvatore and Percy. But we did not let fear control our lives.And even though things were peaceful…I felt strange.At first, it was nothing. Just a little tired. A little dizzy. Sometimes my stomach would feel weird in the morning.

Third Person’s PerspectiveOlivia stood near the door, waiting. She had been standing there for a while now.In her hand was a small piece of folded paper. Her fingers gripped it tightly. It was not really important paper, it was just something to keep her hands busy. Something to stop her from shaking.She had something to tell Salvatore.It was about Hermoine.She had seen her in the kitchen about two weeks ago. Hermoine had made threats. She had spoken about the past. About Callum. About secrets that Olivia thought were buried.Hermoine had leaned in close, her voice sharp like ice. “When I speak,” she had said, “they will all know who you really are. Do you think you’ll still be respected then?”Olivia had barely slept since then.She didn’t want to lie. Not anymore. But she didn’t want the truth to destroy her either. So she had made up her mind, she would tell Salvatore. Not everything, but enough. Enough to protect herself. If Hermoine ever tried to speak, it would be too late.

First Person’s Perspective SalvatoreI felt it again tonightThe burning under my skinIt always starts small nowA dull ache in my chest like my heart is pressing too hard against my ribs like it wants outThen it spreadsTo my shouldersTo my armsTo my legsAnd I can feel the beast waking upI used to be able to talk to itControl itHold it downBut not anymoreIt doesn’t listen to meIt doesn’t even look at meIt only wants bloodTonight I couldn’t hold it backAgainI left the house before I could hear Elena’s voiceIf I hear her I might try to stop and if I try to stop I might hurt her and I can never hurt herI ran into the woods fastFaster than beforeI didn’t care where I was goingI just knew I had to be away from herFrom AmeliaFrom everything I care aboutI passed the border of our parkI used to stop there beforeI used to dig my claws into the earth and wait until I could breathe againBut tonight I didn’t stopI crossed it like it didn’t even matterAnd that’s when

Third Person’s PerspectiveRon was not sleeping much these days. He stayed awake most nights, eyes wide open, mind running like fire. Everyone in his pack thought he was quiet now. They thought he had changed. They thought he was weak. But they were wrong. Very wrong.Ron was building something. Not just a plan. Not just a dream. No, he was building an army.He had already visited four packs. Secret visits. Quiet meetings. Some welcomed him. Some laughed in his face. One alpha had even thrown a glass of wine at him.“You want me to fight with you?” the alpha had said, his voice full of hate. “You are nothing. You’re the crazy one who lost his Luna.”Ron had smiled, but inside, he had wanted to rip the man’s throat out. His hands had clenched under the table, nails digging into his palms. Blood had almost spilled right there. But he didn’t move. Not yet.Crazy? They always said that. But Ron knew the truth. He wasn’t crazy. The rest of the world was blind. He was the only one who saw t