Semua Bab From Escape To Bound: Her Destined Wolf : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Clara's POV "I told you to stop trying to escape," he growled, his deep voice making me shiver . I struggled to control my fear, tears rolling down my cheeks as my body shook vigorously. I remained on all fours, too scared to lift my head and make eye contact with him. "I... I... I... I am... so... sorry," I stammered, my body shuddering. He rose from his chair and casually walked towards me, bending down close to my level. Him being this close to me terrified me the most. I didn't want him this close; he was a sadistic psychopath who did whatever he pleased with me. Sometimes he cared for me, and other times he put me through so much hell I couldn't endure it. "Raise your head, Clara," he commanded. I didn't want to, but I knew he hated repeating himself. Disobedience would only lead to more punishment. With shaking hands and a shaking head, I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his eyes, trying my best to control my fear as he smiled slightly, looking at me. He reached for my hair,

Clara's POVI pressed my back against the mansion's wall, holding my breath as the guards passed by. If they caught me, it would be a disaster. I needed to leave—needed to get far away from here. I needed to be free from that Alpha by all means and this was the only way I could protect the child growing inside of me.It had been a week since the Alpha's punishment, and I had spent the time carefully planning my escape. The Alpha hadn’t bothered me since then, and I was grateful for that at least.I watched from my hiding spot as the guards passed and the night grew darker, I began to creep through the small bushes in the area, careful not to make a sound. My goal was the secret escape route I had found—a small opening that no one else knew about except for me and a few other maids that were my friends. Security around the mansion had tightened since my last escape attempt, but this time, I was determined not to let anything stop me.I hid in the bushes, waiting for the main light to turn

Lucas's POV"Get that away from me!" I growled, angrily slamming the cup against the wall. The maids flinched, obviously afraid. Their constant mistakes were always getting on my nerves.I rubbed my temples, trying to soothe the growing headache. I searched for the right words but found none. The terrified maids quickly dropped to their knees, hurriedly gathering the shattered glass before scurrying out of the room, panicked and unable to handle the situation properly.I sighed as I relaxed into my chair, trying to calm my frayed nerves. It surprised me how I had gone from a man who barely showed any emotions to someone who was always angry, and it was all because of her. Ever since she left that day, ever since she disappeared completely, I have been like this.It's been five years since her disappearance, but I still don't understand why I still feel this way. I showed her I cared, so why did she leave, just like everyone else in the end? I didn't understand. I remember jumping into th

lucas's Pov “No,” Ryker said, stepping closer. “It’s about power. And you, Clara, are the most powerful weapon I’ve seen in a long time.”I didn't flinch at his words. I had no illusions about what I was to him—a chess piece. But for now, we shared the same enemy. And if being his queen gave me the throne I needed to burn Lucas’s world to ash?Then I’d wear the crown and smile while doing it.Ryker offered me his arm. “Shall we begin planning the wedding?”I looked down at it, then back up into his waiting eyes.“Yes,” I said. “Let’s give them something they’ll never forget.”The flames in the hearth crackled, but I felt no warmth.I stared at the parchment in my hand, its edges trembling with the force of my grip. The royal Lycan seal had been torn open moments ago, and the message inside… it wasn’t a declaration.It was a declaration of war—written with silk and venom, every word a knife that carved straight through my chest.Clara was alive.Alive. And marrying him.My brother.Ryker.The l

Clara’s POV He didn’t ask what Lucas had said—he didn’t need to. The tension rolling off my shoulders, the fire burning brighter in my eyes, told him enough.He handed me the goblet without a word. I took a sip.“Did it hurt him?” he asked eventually, voice low, amused.I glanced over my shoulder. Lucas stood rooted beneath the hearth arch, alone amidst a sea of power players and polished smiles. But he wasn’t really alone. He was caged by his past. By me.“Oh, yes,” I replied. “Like poison beneath the skin.”Ryker chuckled, sipping his own wine. “Good. Let him rot in it.”We stood there together, not as lovers, but as conspirators. A king who wanted the crown and a queen who wanted vengeance. A pact forged not from affection, but necessity.“Clara,” Ryker said, tilting his head toward the far corridor, where the war council chamber lay hidden beyond the ceremonial doors. “They’ll expect us soon. The elders want to discuss succession.”I nodded. “Let them.”As we moved, a hush fell over the h