บททั้งหมดของ BOUND TO HER WILL: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Ronan The storm had passed, but Ronan felt no calmer. He stood alone in the training yard behind the estate, shirtless, breath fogging in the early morning air, fists bruised and bloodied from hammering them into the reinforced post. Sweat dripped from his temples, muscles trembling from exertion. Still, it wasn’t enough. He could still feel her Talia imprinted on his skin like a brand. Every command. Every whispered order. Every bite of her nails in his shoulders as she claimed what he offered. He groaned and slammed his fist into the post again, harder this time. The wood cracked, but he didn’t stop. That night had stripped him bare. Not just physically. Spiritually. And he had liked it. That was the part that terrified him. He sank to his knees, dirt grinding into the fresh scrapes along his shins. His beast stirred beneath the surface, confused but docile. Calmer than it had ever been. Talia had soothed it. She had soothed him. But it wasn’t sustainable. S

Elia Elia stood at the edge of the cliff behind Ronan’s estate, the wind cutting across his face like blades. The scent of ash and earth lingered from last night’s border breach. Whatever had crossed their lands wasn’t human. And it wasn’t werewolf either. Something other... He crouched, fingertips brushing a deep claw mark etched into a boulder. Too wide for any rogue. Too deep for natural erosion. He ran his fingers through the debris, lips tight. The wind carried a scent beneath the moss and damp something metallic. Alchemical. "It was here," he muttered. Behind him, one of the younger guards shifted restlessly. "Sir? Should we alert the council?" Elia didn’t look up. "No. Not yet. We don’t need panic. Just vigilance." He stood slowly, jaw locked. His mind kept drifting back to the woman. Mistress Talia. She had done something to Ronan. Something permanent. Not just physically, but down to the bone. The Ronan he knew would never delay retaliation. Would never hesitat

🩵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