All Chapters of Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty TwoFirst Person's PerspectivePercyThe wedding preparations were making me crazy. Everything was going wrong and I couldn't stand it. I wanted everything to be perfect for my big day, but no one seemed to understand how important this was. I looked at the flowers on the table and felt my face get hot with anger. "These flowers are completely wrong!" I shouted, hitting the table so hard it shook. The glass vase almost fell over. "I asked for white roses! These look like dirty weeds!" The poor flower lady, a small woman with scared eyes, stepped back. "But Miss Percy, these are white roses..." "Don't lie to me!" I grabbed the ugly flowers and threw them against the wall with all my strength. Petals flew everywhere like snow. "Leave right now! Don't come back until you bring real white roses!" She ran away so fast she almost fell over her own feet. I turned to the baker next. He was sweating like he had run a mile. "What about my cake?" I demanded. He wiped h

First Person's PerspectiveElena I was sitting on my small bed, carefully sewing a hole in my favorite blue dress when the door suddenly opened. The sharp needle slipped and poked my finger. A tiny drop of red blood appeared on the fabric as I looked up, surprised. One of the maids stood in the doorway, her face blank. "The Alpha wants to see you right now," she said in a flat voice. My stomach twisted into knots. Why did Salvatore want me? Since that terrible dinner with his mother and his future wife Hermione, he had left me alone. Did I do something wrong? Was he angry with me? I wiped my bleeding finger on my old skirt and stood up. The walk to his office felt like it took forever. Each step made my legs feel heavier. When I finally reached the big wooden door with fancy carvings, I didn't wait for permission to enter - I knew better than to make him wait. The study smelled like leather chairs and smoke from the fireplace. Salvatore sat behind his huge desk covered with

Chapter Twenty SixFirst Person's PerspectiveElenaThe second we walked into the huge wedding hall, every single person stopped talking. It was like someone had pressed a mute button. Two hundred people turned to stare at me like I was a ghost who had come back from the dead. I could feel their shock hitting me like a punch to the stomach. There I was—the daughter they had thrown away, the sister they had forgotten—standing next to the most powerful and terrifying Alpha in the whole territory.Percy looked like a princess in her big white wedding dress with too much lace, laughing at something stupid Ron had said. But the moment she saw me, her smile vanished as if someone had wiped it off her face. Her eyes widened in pure horror, and for a moment, she looked like she had seen a demon instead of her own flesh and blood."What is SHE doing here?" Percy screamed, her voice slicing through the stunned silence like a dagger. Her perfectly manicured finger trembled as she pointed at me,

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe wedding ceremony felt like it would never end. I sat straight as a board next to Salvatore, watching Percy and Ron say their vows. When the priest joined their hands together, their fingers barely touched. Percy's smile looked fake, like someone had painted it on her face. Her eyes were empty, like glass marbles. Ron kept looking at the doors like he wanted to run away. *They're both so unhappy.* I turned my head slightly to look at the crowd. Hundreds of werewolves were smiling and clapping. To them, this was a perfect match - two important families joining together. No one seemed to notice that the bride and groom looked miserable. Then I heard a nasty whisper behind me. "That girl shouldn't even be here. It's shameful, sitting there like she belongs with us." I turned to see who was talking. A skinny girl with mean eyes was smirking at me. When she saw me looking, she spoke even louder. "Some people have no shame. Coming back after

First Person's PerspectiveSalvatoreThe heavy door closed behind me as I stepped out of Elena’s room. My body felt tense, my jaw tight, and my hands curled into fists. My mind kept replaying Hermione’s outburst at dinner. The way she had screamed, thrown things, humiliated herself in front of everyone. She had gone too far this time. Much too far.I walked quickly down the long, dimly lit hallway. My boots hit the stone floor hard, each step making a sharp sound in the silence. The torches flickered on the walls, casting long shadows that seemed to dance as I passed. My breath felt heavy in my chest, my blood still hot with anger.When I reached Hermione’s chambers, I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. She was pacing back and forth in the room, her expensive dress swishing around her ankles. The air was thick with the sharp scent of her perfume, but beneath it, I could smell her anger.She turned quickly when she saw me, her eyes flashing with fury. “Here to yel