Lahat ng Kabanata ng BOUND TO HER WILL: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

CHAPTER TWENTY🩵Ronan🩵He watched her sleep for a moment longer, letting the quiet steady him. Morning light spilled across the bed, brushing over Talia’s skin like a whisper, soft and golden. Her breathing was even now, the strain of yesterday’s terror tucked behind her lashes. But it hadn’t left him. Not for a second.He stepped into the hall, shutting the door with a whisper-soft click behind him. Elias stood a few feet away, eyes sharp."You think it's one of Seraphina's?" Elias asked without preamble.Ronan nodded. "Something she summoned—or something she woke up. Either way, it’s hunting."Elias folded his arms. "And it wanted Talia."Ronan didn’t respond. The image of the beast dragging her into the trees still made his pulse spike. That thing hadn’t just been prowling—it had been tracking.“I want scouts on the perimeter. Stealth only. I want to know what it is, where it nests, how it moves. No engagements unless absolutely necessary.”Elias inclined his head. “And the girl?

Chapter Twenty-Two 🩵Ronan🩵 The morning sun hadn’t yet broken through the thick cloud cover blanketing Puya Ridge, but the clearing buzzed with energy. Dew clung to the high grass, and the scent of damp earth stirred something primal in Ronan’s blood. Talia stood across from him, her posture poised but hesitant, shoulders squared like she was determined to ignore the tension simmering between them. She wore snug black leggings and a fitted workout tank, and though she tried to look calm, he could hear the slight uptick of her heartbeat. She was nervous. Maybe not of him—but definitely of something. “Again,” he said, voice cool, commanding. She hesitated. Then lunged. He blocked easily, countering with a smooth sweep of his arm that sent her stumbling. She caught herself. Righted. Met his eyes. “You’re still leading with your left,” he said, circling her. “You're telegraphing every move.” “I’m trying,” she muttered. “This isn’t exactly second nature.” “You want to survive a w

🩵Ronan🩵 The scent of her was everywhere jasmine and ash, sweet and ruined. It clung to the pine needles, seeped into the wind, and stirred something wild beneath Ronan’s skin. He didn’t need a tracker to know where she’d gone. He could feel her like a pulse, like a whisper threading into his bones. “She left the wards,” Elia growled beside him, brows drawn tight. “Again.” Ronan didn’t answer. He was already moving. The woods parted for him, familiar and restless. The moon was fat and pale above, casting silver through the canopy, but there was nothing calming about its light tonight. It felt like a warning. Like the calm before a hunt. He found her sitting at the base of an ancient cedar, staring at nothing with haunted eyes. The air around her thrummed with power. Raw. Untamed. His wolf growled in response not in threat, but in want. She looked up when he approached, and for a moment, she didn’t flinch. That scared him more than if she had. “You’re not safe out here,”

🩵Ronan🩵The forest breathed around him—each leaf, each gust of wind laced with tension that buzzed beneath his skin. Ronan’s boots hit the muddy trail with practiced silence, his wolf senses stretched razor-thin. Behind him, Elia kept pace, her daggers strapped across her back, eyes sharper than usual.“She’s glowing again,” Elia said quietly.“I know,” Ronan muttered. “I felt it before she even opened her eyes.”“She’s changing, Ronan. And we both know what happens to people who carry that kind of magic without control.”He stopped at the crest of a ridge, eyes narrowing at the horizon where the mountain’s shadow loomed like a living thing. “She’s not like the others.”“Because you care about her?” Elia challenged.“Because she’s fighting it,” he said. “Every damn day. She doesn’t even know the full extent of what’s inside her, and she’s still trying to protect people.”Elia went quiet, jaw working as she looked toward the darkened sky. “Then we better make sure she has a reason to

🩵RONAN🩵Ronan paced outside the healer’s quarters, his boots crunching against the gravel path as he rubbed the tension from his jaw. Inside, Cael lay unconscious, his body trembling from the remnants of Seraphina’s magic still bleeding from his veins. The scent of old blood and fire lingered in the air—proof of just how close they’d come to losing everything.His pack was shaken.And Talia…He turned toward the balcony above the west wing where her shadow passed behind a curtain. She hadn’t come down since they returned. Elia said she needed rest. That she was processing.Ronan knew better. She was afraid—of her power, of what it meant, of what it was turning her into.He understood that fear too well.“Ronan.” Elia’s voice called him back from the edge. She approached with her usual bluntness, but her eyes were softer than usual. “The council’s demanding a report. They want to know if the creature was a one-off, or the beginning of something worse.”“It’s both,” he said simply.Sh