All Chapters of Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Third Person PerspectiveSalvatoreSalvatore sat alone in the war room, the only light coming from the faint glow of candles flickering against the stone walls. His fingers ran over the map of his territory, tracing the borders he’d fought to expand, but his mind was far away. It wasn’t the plans for the war or the movements of the enemy that consumed him,it was the image of Elena’s tear-streaked face after Hermoine’s attack. He could still hear the desperate words Hermoine had spat at him, and more haunting, the moment when his own mate had been hurt right before his eyes.“She doesn’t belong here,” Hermoine had screamed. “You’ll regret this, Salvatore. She’ll destroy you.”The words echoed in his head, growing louder with each passing minute. He could still see Elena’s face, eyes wide with shock, the disbelief that someone,someone from their own pack,would do such a thing. And the worst part? That he hadn’t been able to stop it fast enough. The sound of Elena’s body hitting the grou

Third Person PerspectiveElena walked through the quiet halls of the packhouse, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her bare feet padded softly against the stone floor, but the chill that clung to the walls didn’t bother her. The scent of pine and damp earth drifted through the open windows, whispering of the woods beyond,but she barely noticed.Her mind was elsewhere.She had just finished helping the kitchen staff sort supplies,something she often did when she couldn’t sit still. When her thoughts were too loud. When she needed distraction from everything else,like the stares she still got, the whispers that followed her, the way even the walls of the packhouse seemed to question her place here.But nothing distracted her now.Two guards’ voices carried faintly from the staircase up ahead. They weren’t loud, but something in their tone,tight, hushed, a little too cautious,caught her attention immediately.“She’s lucky Alpha Ares stepped in,” one of them said.“I know,” the oth

First Person’s PerspectiveElenaI don’t know what it is exactly, but something feels wrong.At first, I tried to ignore it, convincing myself it was exhaustion. The last few days had been draining,emotionally, mentally. I’d barely had time to breathe between trying to adjust to the changes in the pack and dealing with Salvatore’s silence. But this… this wasn’t just stress. It felt deeper, like the air had thickened with tension and no one else noticed.It was subtle at first. A flicker of unease in the hallway. A lingering stare that vanished when I turned. But now, it was like I was standing in the center of something invisible,something cold and creeping,and everyone else was pretending not to feel it.The biggest red flag?Hermoine.After everything she did,after clawing at me in front of the entire pack, calling me a thief, a fraud, a whore,she should’ve been fuming. Plotting. Spitting venom at every turn. But she wasn’t. She was… calm.Too calm.This morning, I passed her near t

First Person’s PerspectiveElena’s POVThe silence in the packhouse was the worst part.I sat near the fireplace, my hands clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails dug into my palms. Every second seemed to stretch longer than the last. The quiet of the house gnawed at me, an ever-present weight pressing on my chest. I kept staring at the door, waiting—hoping—for someone to walk in with news, any kind of news. But time ticked on, and no one came.The warriors had gone out hours ago. Salvatore was supposed to return by now. My heart was pounding in my chest, each beat louder than the next. My thoughts spun in frantic circles, growing darker with every minute that passed. Where was he? What if something happened to him?The weight of the unknown was crushing.I stood up suddenly, unable to sit still any longer. I began pacing across the floor, my footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet room. The wooden planks creaked under my feet, the sound the only thing breaking the oppressive sil

First Person’s PerspectiveElenaAs my father would say, peace never last long wherever I was.And maybe he was right.The sun was bright that morning, too bright for how I felt inside. The packhouse was quiet, like always these days. But something inside me was not quiet. It was heavy, loud, and confused. I stood by the window, looking out at the trees, watching the leaves move in the wind. They looked peaceful. I wasn’t.My mind kept going back to something I thought yesterday“I miss Hermoine.”Why did I say that?Hermoine hated me. She didn’t just dislike me,she hated me. Everyone knew it. I wasn’t dumb. I knew we were never friends. I knew she didn’t care about me. So why would I say something so strange?I rubbed my hands together slowly, trying to understand it. The words kept ringing in my head.It wasn’t just a mistake. It meant something. It showed that I wasn’t okay. It showed that something inside me was broken. There was this… emptiness inside me. A blank space. Something