All Chapters of Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Third Person’s PerspectiveElena stormed down the hallway, her eyes burning with fury. Her hands were clenched into fists. She could still see Percy in her mind, dancing like a cheap temptress, throwing herself at Salvatore. She couldn’t stop seeing it. That fake laugh. That disgusting dance. That shameless way Percy touched him. It played over and over again in her head like a bad dream.Salvatore followed her, trying to keep up. “Elena, wait. Please listen to me.”“I don’t want to hear it,” she snapped without looking back. Her voice was sharp. Her pace didn’t slow down.“I didn’t do anything,” he said. “You saw it with your own eyes. I pushed her away.”Elena turned to him so fast he nearly bumped into her. “And why was she so comfortable trying that in the first place? Hmm? You think I didn’t notice how she locked the door?”Salvatore stopped. His face looked tired. “She was pretending all along. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. She’s not our friend. She’s been acting sin

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe ground was wet with blood. The air smelled like smoke and iron. Bodies of enemies lay scattered everywhere. Some were wolves, some were people. The whole mansion compound looked like a battlefield.Elena sat on the ground with baby Amelia in her arms. She rocked her gently, whispering soft words. “It’s okay… You’re safe now… Mama’s here.”She was bruised. Her body ached. Her white wolf form had taken a beating. But she didn’t care about her pain. She only cared that her baby was alive.Salvatore had run off. His beast had saved them all, but now he was gone again. Elena didn’t know where he went. She didn’t even know if he would come back.All she could do was hold her child and wait.Some of Salvatore’s warriors slowly returned to her side. They looked tired and hurt too, but they bowed to her with respect. Some of them helped move the dead bodies. Some checked on the wounded. The courtyard was quieter now.But just when everyone started to breathe,BOO

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe courtyard was still full of tension. Blood stained the ground, and the broken bodies of enemies were being cleared by Salvatore’s guards. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of war and pain.Salvatore held Amelia in his arms while Elena stood beside him, her eyes scanning the remaining people. Olivia had told them everything. Her crying, her flashback, her pain , it was still fresh in everyone’s minds. But before anyone could speak again, something strange happened.Percy stepped forward.She was walking toward Salvatore slowly, her hips swaying in an unnatural way. Her dress was short, her lips red, her hair messy in a way that looked too intentional. Everyone turned to look at her.“Elena,” Salvatore whispered. “She’s doing it again.”Elena frowned. “What is wrong with her?”Percy moved closer, smiling in a strange way. “Salvatore,” she said in a soft, seductive voice, “I know you’re tired. I can help you relax.”“What?!” Elena stepped forward, her

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe sky was gray. Clouds moved slowly, as if the world itself felt heavy.Salvatore sat on the cold steps of the mansion. His face was pale. His eyes were red from crying. His hands trembled slightly, even though he tried to keep them still.He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He just sat there, staring at the empty garden ahead.Inside the house, Elena watched him through the window. Her heart broke a little more every second. She wanted to run to him, to fix him, but she didn’t know how.She opened the door and stepped outside.Salvatore didn’t look at her.She walked slowly and sat beside him. “You haven’t eaten anything,” she said softly.“I’m not hungry,” he said. His voice was rough, like sandpaper.“You need to rest,” she said again.“I can’t rest,” he whispered. “I close my eyes and see his face. Callum’s face. My best friend.”Elena reached out and placed her hand over his. “It’s not your fault.”Salvatore pulled his hand away. “Yes, it is. I let her l

Third Person’s PerspectivePercy sat quietly in the garden, her eyes watching baby Amelia crawl around in the grass. The little girl giggled and clapped her hands, picking up leaves and trying to put them in her mouth. Elena sat close by, smiling softly as she reached over and pulled the leaves from Amelia’s tiny fingers.It was peaceful.But something didn’t feel right.Percy’s heart was heavy. She had been thinking about it for days. She knew what she needed to do, but it was hard to say the words.“Elena,” Percy said quietly.Elena turned to her. “Yes?”“I want to leave,” Percy said, her voice low.Elena blinked. “What?”“I want to leave Brimstone Pack,” Percy repeated. “I need to go.”Elena stared at her for a long time. “Why? You’re safe here. You have us. You have Amelia. You have family.”“I know,” Percy said with a small smile. “But I need to figure out my life. I’ve been through a lot. I let myself be used. I lost myself. I need to find who I am. I need a fresh start.”Elena