All Chapters of Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter Forty TwoFirst Person's PerspectiveElenaI was sitting by my bedroom window, watching the bright orange and pink colors of the sunset spread across the sky. The sun was slowly sinking behind the tall stone walls of the castle, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The cool evening air brushed against my skin, sending a small shiver down my spine as I pulled my shawl tighter around my shoulders. My mind wandered, lost in thought, when suddenly, the door opened without warning.My heart jumped in surprise. I quickly turned my head and saw Salvatore standing there. His tall, broad figure filled the doorway completely, making the room feel smaller. His dark eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unreadable. As always, his presence was overwhelming, making it hard to breathe."You are needed," he said in his deep, rough voice. His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.I stood up slowly, trying to calm my racing heart. My hands smoothed the wrinkles from my simple blue dress

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe trouble started with small things at first.One morning, the cooks woke up early, ready to start preparing breakfast for the pack. But when they unlocked the storeroom, they found it completely empty. Everything was gone. Every sack of grain, every barrel of salted meat, every jar of preserved fruits. The shelves were bare, as if the food had never been there in the first place.The strangest thing was that the heavy locks were still in place, and the doors showed no signs of being broken. There were no footprints, no signs that thieves or animals had forced their way in. It was as if the food had simply vanished into thin air.At first, people thought maybe it was a mistake. Maybe someone had moved the food somewhere else and forgotten to tell the others. But when they searched every inch of the storeroom, the kitchens, and the underground cellars, it was clear—the food was truly gone. And winter was approaching fast.Two days later, something eve

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe days after the big fight with Silas felt different. Everything in the pack house seemed quieter, slower, like the whole place was holding its breath. But the biggest change was Salvatore.Before, he was always distant, cold, like a shadow I could never reach. He was there, but he wasn’t really present. He barely spoke to me unless he had to, and even then, his words were short and sharp, like he didn’t want to waste time on me. But now, it was different. He was around more, and at first, I thought he was just keeping an eye on me because the pack still didn’t trust me. But little by little, I realized it wasn’t just that. He was watching me, yes, but not in the same way. His gaze was different. It wasn’t just cold observation—it was something else, something I didn’t quite understand.One morning, I was sitting by the window in my room, watching the trees sway in the wind, when the door opened without a knock. I turned, startled, and saw Salvatore

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe banging on the door was so loud that it made the entire wooden frame shake. The sound echoed in my ears, each hit like the beat of a drum played too fast. My heart pounded just as wildly in my chest, fear wrapping around me like a tight rope."Elena!" Salvatore's deep voice boomed from the other side. His tone was sharp, edged with anger. "Open this door right now!"I pressed my back harder against the door as if my weight alone could keep him out. My knees were pulled tight to my chest, and my arms wrapped around them like a shield. Tears poured down my face, hot and unstoppable, but I bit my lip to stop any sound from escaping. I didn't want him to hear me cry. I didn't want him to know how afraid I was.Then there was a terrible crash. The door shook violently. He was hitting it, something heavy slamming against the wood. Once. Twice. The third time, the lock snapped with a sharp crack.The door flew open so fast that I gasped. Salvatore stood i

Third Person's PerspectiveElena sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window. The curtains were open, letting sunlight pour into the room, casting a warm glow on everything. But despite the light, despite the warmth, she felt cold. It was an odd kind of cold, the kind that settled deep inside her, making her feel empty, like something had been taken from her. The problem was, she didn’t even know what it was.She pressed a hand against her chest, trying to make sense of it. Her heart was beating. She was breathing. Everything was normal. But deep inside, something felt wrong. It was like waking up from a dream, knowing something terrible had happened in it but not being able to remember what. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out why she felt this way.The door creaked open, and Salvatore walked in. His movements were quiet, controlled. He was dressed neatly, wearing a black shirt that was buttoned all the way up. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows