Semua Bab Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Bab 31 - Bab 40

First Person's PerspectiveSalvatoreI should not have been able to hear them talking. The castle walls were made of thick stone, built to keep sounds from escaping. But somehow, their voices carried through, clear as if they stood right beside me.Salvatore’s voice was deep and sharp, filled with anger. Hermione’s voice was just as sharp, but hers had a hissing quality, full of bitterness. I could only catch a few words, but those words made my stomach twist."Curse.""Bloodline.""Power."I pressed my whole body against the cold wall, desperate to hear more. My heart pounded in my chest so hard I thought it might burst. My hands, damp with sweat, pressed against the rough stone, and I bit my lip so hard it almost bled.What curse were they talking about? And what did my family’s bloodline have to do with anything?I strained to hear more, but then—The shouting stopped.The angry words turned into something else. A sound that made my face burn with embarrassment.The rustling of fab

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe dream came again, but this time, it was much clearer.I stood in an open training yard, the air so cold that it felt like tiny needles pricking my skin. The moon hung above, full and bright, casting long shadows over the stone ground. A tall figure stood before me, the same boy from my last dream. But now, he was older—maybe thirteen or fourteen. His black hair was longer, falling just above his dark eyes. His face was thinner, his cheekbones sharper, and though he was growing, his shoulders still looked too narrow for his height.This was Salvatore. No longer a child, but not yet a man.Three older boys stood around him, their expressions full of cruel amusement. They were bigger, their muscles already strong from training, their postures relaxed, confident. They moved around him like hungry animals, waiting for the right moment to strike.The tallest one smirked and shoved Salvatore's shoulder hard, making him stumble back. "Look, it's the half-b

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe days passed slowly in my locked room. Each day felt exactly the same as the one before. The same four stone walls surrounded me, their cold surface rough under my fingertips. The same small window sat high on the wall, letting in only a little sunlight and showing me the same small piece of sky. I spent hours just staring at it, watching clouds drift by, sometimes white and fluffy, sometimes dark and heavy with rain. The same heavy silence filled the air, pressing against my ears like a thick, invisible weight. There was nothing to do but count the cracks in the ceiling, trace the patterns on the stone floor, and wait for the next meal to be pushed through the door.Then one morning, something different happened. The door opened without warning.I blinked at the sudden light spilling into my room. My eyes adjusted slowly as I looked up, and there, standing in the doorway, was Salvatore. His tall body blocked most of the light from the hallway, maki

Chapter Thirty SevenFirst Person's PerspectiveElenaI hated the way my heart reacted whenever Salvatore entered a room. At first, it was small things. My eyes would follow him, even when I told myself not to look. My hands, which always shook in his presence, started to steady when he spoke to me. And then, the dreams started. They weren’t just old memories of the boy I had once known. They were new dreams, where he looked at me with warmth instead of coldness, where he smiled, and for some reason, that smile made my chest ache when I woke up alone.But none of this could be real.It wasn’t real. It had to be pity. I pitied the boy he had been, not the man he had become—the man who kept me locked away in this castle like a prisoner.The castle library was quiet except for the soft crackling of the fireplace. I sat curled up in the window seat with a book, the afternoon sun warming my back through the glass. I was finally feeling a little at peace, lost in the words on the pages. But

First Person's PerspectiveElenaI found Marta in the big kitchen of the castle. She was standing by a wooden table, pressing and folding dough with her wrinkled hands. The warm smell of fresh bread filled the air, making my stomach rumble. The fire crackled in the old stone oven, casting a soft golden light across the room. I stood in the doorway, watching her for a moment. Marta had been with Salvatore since he was a baby. If anyone knew about his past, it was her.Marta noticed me and smiled, her face gentle and warm. "Child, you are up early. What is on your mind?" Her voice was calm, but I saw the curiosity in her eyes.I stepped inside, my bare feet touching the cold stone floor. The kitchen was quiet except for the occasional crackle from the fire. I hesitated, then sat down at the long wooden table. My fingers twisted together in my lap. "Marta, can we talk?" I asked softly.Marta dusted the flour from her hands onto her apron and nodded. "Of course. Tell me what troubles you.