All Chapters of Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

First Person’s PerspectiveElenaMy body ached.Everywhere.It wasn’t just pain—it was suffering, embedded deep into my bones. Like someone had peeled back the layers of my skin and poured agony into every exposed nerve. The kind of pain that lives beneath the surface, throbbing in quiet pulses, reminding you that you’re still alive… but barely.Each breath sent a sharp sting racing across my ribs. The lashes on my back burned like fire had been poured into the wounds, and every shift of movement made it worse. My wrists were swollen, raw and bloody, torn open from the rough ropes that had kept me tied for what felt like days.I couldn’t move. My head spun every time I blinked. My throat was dry, like sandpaper scraped down my esophagus, and my mouth tasted like copper. Blood.I didn’t know why I was still alive.Maybe Olivia had changed her mind. Maybe she wanted me to survive, to feel every ounce of her hatred. To walk around bearing the marks of her cruelty like a brand. Or maybe i

Salvatore’s POV – Third Person LimitedThe Great Hall was packed, a low murmur crawling along the stone walls like static before a storm.Every eye was on him—some wide with curiosity, others narrowed in suspicion, a few flashing with quiet defiance. Salvatore stood tall at the head of the room, his shoulders squared, his eyes flint-hard as they scanned the assembled crowd. Tension curled in his gut, but it didn’t show on his face. He was their Alpha, and his command was no longer up for debate. Not today.He wasn’t just their leader anymore. Today, he was their reckoning.“Everyone, gather!” His voice was like a crack of thunder. “This is not a private matter anymore.”His voice rang out across the polished floors and stone pillars, echoing through the cavernous hall with undeniable authority. People poured in from every wing of the compound—warriors still clad in training gear, omegas with hesitant eyes, elders leaning on polished canes, younger wolves clutching their cloaks tighter

Third Person’s PerspectiveThe war room reeked of sweat, burnt wax, and frustration. Tension clung to the air like a storm cloud about to burst. Crushed scrolls littered the floor—some blood-stained, others crumpled in rage. The large wooden table at the center, once polished and proud, was scarred with knife marks and spilled ink. Torches along the walls flickered restlessly, casting dancing shadows over the tense faces of the two Alphas inside.Alpha Borin stood rigid, his hands braced against the edge of the table as if trying to steady the weight of his anger. His eyes—normally sharp and calculating—were wild with fury. His long black coat, marked with his family crest, was torn at one sleeve, soaked at the hem with dried blood. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked painful.Across the room, Alpha Terak paced like a caged beast, his boots thudding heavily against the stone floor. His gray eyes were narrowed, lips pulled into a grim line as he ran a hand through his matted dark

First Person’s PerspectivePercyI wasn’t trying to eavesdrop or listen in on their conversationHonestly, I wasn’t. I had gone down to the kitchen for something sweet to calm my nerves, something to soothe the uneasy and anxious feeling that I felt, sleep had been impossible lately, especially with Ron pacing at night like a caged wolf. I stirred honey into my tea with half frozen fingers, muttering under my breath about the godforsaken draft in the corridor window again. My slippers made soft thuds against the cold stone floors as I made my way back upstairs.That’s when I heard his voice.Ron.He was in the study. The door—careless, as always—was left slightly ajar, just enough to let a voice slip through the crack like smoke.“I told you already,” Ron said. His tone wasn’t loud, but it cut through the silence like a blade. Sharp, deliberate. “Borin and Terak were careless. They let their egos get in the way. Salvatore retaliated, just like I warned them he would. But now it’s time

First Person’s PerspectiveElenaThe morning air was quiet, almost too quiet.Birds chirped softly in the distance, and the dew still clung to the grass, glistening like tiny crystals under the rising sun. But none of it brought me peace. Not today. I walked through the training grounds alone, my boots crunching against the gravel path as I tried to shake the heavy feeling pressing against my chest.Salvatore hadn’t spoken to me since the day before. No messages. No glances. No warmth. Just… silence.A part of me kept replaying his words,the ones I wasn’t meant to hear. She’s a weakness. Loving her clouds things. Each time, they hit like a stone to the ribs.I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, distant and cold, like I was just another soldier under his command. Was he regretting everything? Was I just a mistake he was now trying to fix?A loud noise shattered my spiraling thoughts.It echoed from the main pack house. Shouting. Screaming.I froze mid-step, the