All Chapters of Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe wind was dry and hot as it blew across the camp. Dust rose from the ground with every step the soldiers took. The air smelled like sweat, metal, and smoke. Men trained under the sun. Their muscles were tired. Their shirts were wet. But they kept moving because Ron kept shouting orders.“Faster! Again! You’re too slow! If you can’t fight, you’re dead!”Hermoine stood by the edge, her arms crossed. Her eyes scanned the men. Her face looked calm, but her mind was racing. These men were strong. But not strong enough. They were a few hundred. Salvatore would crush them like ants. They needed more. Much more.That night, she and Ron sat inside the war tent. A large map was spread across the wooden table. Torches lit the room. Their shadows danced on the walls. Ron held a cup of black coffee. Hermoine had her dagger beside her, always sharp.“We need more men,” Hermoine said.Ron looked up. “You just noticed?”“No. But it’s getting serious now. Salvatore won’t

First Person’s PerspectiveAlpha SalvatoreI didn’t go far.But I didn’t go home either.I didn’t know where to go.My hands were still shaking. My clothes were still bloody. Her blood.I couldn’t stop seeing Elena’s face when I raised my claws.I couldn’t stop hearing Amelia cry.I didn’t mean to hurt them. I didn’t even know what was happening to me.But the truth is… I could have killed them.My mate.My daughter.And if I stayed close to them… I might do it again.I can’t take that risk.I walked and walked, deeper into the woods, far from everyone. My heart was heavy. My head was pounding.The beast inside me wasn’t quiet anymore.I know I have said countless times that I’ve lost control, but it wasn’t to this extent , it was when I was pushed too far sometimesBut now… it was always there.Every hour.Every breath. And it was trying to hurt my loved onesIt was in my blood now. In my skin. In my bones.I don’t know how to stop it, maybe I do, but that is out of the topic, I woul

Third Person PerspectiveSalvatore sat in his study, alone. The windows were closed. The lights were dim. He had been there for three nights.He did not go to his room.He did not go to see Elena.He did not go to see Amelia.He had made a promise to himself. A painful promise.“I will never stay in the same room with them again,” he said softly, staring at the cold cup of tea on the table. “I love them… but I’m not safe.”His hands shook. His claws had not come out, but he felt the beast inside. Always growling. Always waiting. Always close.He could still see the cut on Elena’s body in his mind. The blood. Her scream. Amelia’s cries. It was a nightmare, and it was real.He hit his fist against the desk.“I should have left long ago.”Each night, Elena came to his study.“Salvatore, please,” she had said the first night, her voice soft. “Let’s leave together. We’ll find a solution.”He had looked away.“Elena, no. I can’t take the risk. I already hurt you once. What if it happens aga

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe night was very quiet. Too quiet.Everyone in the mansion was asleep. Even the guards were tired. No one noticed the shadow moving down the hallway.It was Olivia.She wore a long black cloak. Her steps were soft. She didn’t make a sound as she walked. She looked around, making sure no one was watching her.Her heart was beating fast.She walked up the stairs, heading toward the room where baby Amelia was sleeping.Elena was not in the room. She had gone to check something in the kitchen or so Olivia thought. The nanny had stepped out for just one second to get warm milk.Olivia saw her chance.She opened the door slowly. It creaked a little, but not loud enough to wake anyone. She stepped inside.The baby was asleep in her small bed, wrapped in a pink blanket. Her tiny chest moved up and down.Olivia stared at her granddaughter.“You are too dangerous to keep here,” she whispered. “You are too close to the curse. If I take you away, maybe Salvatore will

Salvatore’s Point of ViewMy hands were shaking.I stood in the middle of the war room, maps and guard logs spread out in front of me. Every hallway, every secret tunnel, every border was marked. But it meant nothing if I couldn’t find her.My baby was gone.I couldn’t breathe properly. My chest felt heavy. My mind wanted to go wild. My beast was roaring inside me, clawing at the edges of my thoughts.“Let me out,” it whispered.“No,” I whispered back, gritting my teeth.I had to stay in control.If I lost my mind, if I gave in to the beast, I would be no use to Amelia.I slammed a report down and cursed under my breath.She was just a baby. She didn’t deserve this.“Elena needs me sane,” I told myself. “Amelia needs me sharp.”I ran my hands over my face. My eyes burned from lack of sleep, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t even changed out of the clothes I wore yesterday.There was a knock at the door.“Come in,” I snapped.A guard stepped in, his face pale, his hands nervous.“Alpha,” he