Semua Bab Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Bab 41 - Bab 48

First Person's PerspectiveElenaHermione walked back and forth in the dimly lit room, her expensive dress brushing against the floor with every step. Her heels made a soft clicking sound, and her movements were fast, filled with frustration. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and her fingers dug into her skin. Her nails, painted a deep red, pressed hard into her palms as she clenched her fists. Her breathing was uneven, her lips pressed together in a firm line. Her face, usually composed and elegant, was twisted in pure anger.Ares stood near the wall, watching her with cold, expressionless eyes. He was relaxed, but his posture held an edge of danger. His arms were crossed over his chest, his sharp gaze never leaving Hermione. The dim light in the room made the shadows on his face look darker, giving him a more intimidating presence."I cannot take this anymore," Hermione said sharply, her voice filled with bitterness. "That human girl walks around this place like she o

First Person's PerspectiveSalvatoreThe smell of death hit me before I even saw the bodies. It was thick in the air, heavy like the weight pressing on my chest. It was the kind of smell that stuck to your skin, crawled into your lungs, and refused to leave.Seven bodies. Seven of my people. My pack members. They were thrown onto the frozen ground in the middle of the town square, their throats ripped open. Their eyes were still open, still filled with terror.The sound of crying filled my ears. Women sobbed as they clung to the lifeless bodies of their loved ones. Men growled in anger, their fists slamming into the dirt. Children stood behind their mothers, too small to understand, but old enough to feel the fear creeping in.I stepped forward, my boots sinking into the frozen mud. The crunch of ice under my feet was sharp in the heavy silence. "Enough!" I shouted. My voice echoed through the square.No one listened. They were lost in their pain, their grief, their rage. A man grabbe

First Person's PerspectiveSalvatoreEverything in my mind finally made sense.The dead hunters we found in the woods, their throats ripped open like wild animals had attacked them. The poisoned well water that made even our strongest warriors sick, some of them vomiting for days. The mysterious fire that burned down the stables, killing two of our most prized stallions. The way my entire pack suddenly turned against Elena, treating her like an outsider, whispering about her as if she were a threat. It was all too perfect, too well thought out. Someone had carefully planned every little detail, making sure everything fell into place.And now, I finally understood why.I found Ares in the training yard just before the sun set. He was sitting on an old wooden bench, running a sharpening stone along the edge of his hunting knife. The rough scraping sound filled the air, grating against my nerves. My jaw clenched as I stood over him, waiting for him to acknowledge me."We have a big probl

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe first thing I noticed when I walked into Marta's room was the smell. It was strong and heavy, like a mix of old sweat, bitter herbs, and something sharp and metallic, like blood. The air felt thick, pressing down on my chest. The curtains were not fully open, letting in just a little bit of light. The room was dark, almost like a shadowy cave.Marta was lying in bed. Her face was so pale, almost like white paper. Her lips were dry, cracked at the corners. Her chest moved up and down very slowly, like every breath took all the strength she had left. I swallowed hard, pushing away the tight feeling in my throat.A bowl of cool water sat next to her bed. I dipped a cloth into it, then squeezed the extra water out. A few drops fell onto the wooden floor, making tiny dark spots. I carefully wiped her forehead, pressing the cloth against her cold skin. She felt too cold, like a stone left outside in the winter."You will get better," I said, trying to so