All Chapters of Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

First Person’s PerspectiveElenaI stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring around with wide eyes.I had expected it to be beautiful, yes.I had expected it to be luxurious, extravagant, maybe even flashy.But this… this was something else.It was majestic.The walls were painted a soft gold color, and they shone under the lights like the inside of a treasure chest. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling was made of tiny crystals, and when the light touched them, it looked like stars were falling all around the room, spinning and dancing in the air.The bed was massive — bigger than anything I had ever seen — with soft white sheets tucked in perfectly and a thick velvet blanket draped over it. Even from a distance, I could tell how soft it was, as if it would swallow me whole the moment I lay down.The curtains were heavy and deep red, brushing the polished wooden floor like royal robes. They framed the tall windows that overlooked the garden, where I could see the faint twinkling

First Person’s PerspectiveSalvatoreIt had been three months.Three months since Elena came into my life like a storm.Not the violent kind that destroys everything in its path.No, she was the slow, creeping kind — the storm you don’t realize is swallowing you whole until it’s too late.At first, she had been so scared of me.She wouldn’t even look me in the eye.Every time I spoke, she jumped like I had hit her.She obeyed every order without wasting a second, like a trained dog desperate not to displease its master.But now…Now things were different.She still listened when I spoke, but she didn’t rush anymore.She picked her words carefully, but sometimes — just sometimes — she talked back.Not in a disrespectful way.Just enough to remind me she still had a mind of her own.A stubborn little flame that refused to be snuffed out, no matter how harsh the wind.It amused me.It really amused me.And it made something strange stir in my chest — something I didn’t want to think too

First Person’s Perspective RonI stood in the Alpha throne room of the pack, slowly turning around as I took in everything. My eyes scanned the high walls, the beautiful carvings etched into stone, the smooth floors that gleamed even under the dull light, and the grand throne that sat at the far end like it owned the room — like it ruled everything that breathed under this roof.And God, how I wished it did belong to me.This room didn’t just speak of power — it screamed it. From the massive archways down to the worn leather of the throne’s armrest, everything echoed with the voices of Alphas past. With dominance. With legacy.I stepped closer, each movement deliberate, like I was walking into a dream I’d been having for years. My hand reached out and brushed the wall beside the throne. Cold. Solid. Strong. Everything I wasn’t… yet.I moved to the wall where symbols had been carved deep into the stone. Some were old — ancient even. Marks of bloodlines and power. I didn’t know what mo

First Person’s Perspective Ron“What are you doing in here?”The voice rang loud across the empty throne room. It echoed off the high ceilings and marble walls like thunder, shaking the silence like an approaching storm. My muscles tensed. Slowly, I turned around.Alpha Vax stood by the large double doors, staring straight at me.His figure loomed, still tall and broad despite the years. His face was unreadable, chiseled like the stone pillars surrounding us, but his eyes—they were dangerous. Not angry, not surprised. Just focused, like a predator sizing up prey.I was standing too close to his throne. I had dared to sit in it. My hands had touched the carved armrests, my boots rested on the steps that led to the seat of power.The throne wasn’t just a chair—it was a symbol. Of dominance. Of blood. Of legacy.I waited for him to shout, to rush forward and rip me apart.But then I saw it.He took one step—and stumbled, just a little. His balance shifted. He caught himself quickly, but

First Person’s PerspectiveElenaI was sitting in the garden behind the east wing, tucked away from the rest of the house, where the wind whispered to the trees and the birds dared to sing. It was the only place that ever felt remotely mine. A little sanctuary carved out of a house that was too big, too cold, and too full of secrets.The sun didn’t blaze today—it merely glowed, gentle and distant, like it too didn’t want to intrude. The grass was damp with dew, but I didn’t care. My dress was already wrinkled from sitting too long in the same spot.Cloud, the kitten with curious eyes, was chasing Stone, the puppy who still hadn’t figured out how to run straight. They tumbled over each other, rolled in the grass, and yipped like they didn’t know the world could be cruel.I laughed softly.It was the kind of laugh that felt strange coming out of my own throat. Like I’d forgotten how to do it naturally. I placed my hand over my mouth, wondering when I had started being afraid of my own h