Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound by Blood, Fated to the Two Alphas : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

THIRD PERSON POVDays turned into weeks, each sunrise painting the same bleak landscape of Ronan's emotional turmoil. The ghost of he and Elara's relationship haunted him, a constant, gnawing ache in his heart. Yet, Marceline's cryptic words from that night still clung to him, a persistent irritant beneath the surface of his grief.What did she mean by that?He sat on his throne, his gaze fixed in the swirling dust motes that danced in the sunbeams fluttering through the tall arched Windows of the throne room. His mind was a million miles away, lost in a maze of unanswered questions."Alpha?" A deep voice broke through his reverie. Cael, his most trusted guard, stood before him, his usually sharp features etched with concern.Ronan straighted, his eyes snapping to Cael's, the confusion momentarily forgotten in the presence of his trusted confidant. "Have you done it?" HD asked, his voice clipped, tone urgent.Cael nodded. Earlier, Ronan had tasked him with a discreet investigation thr

THIRD PERSON POVThree Days After Darius's Attack.The air crackled with unspoken accusations. Marceline knelt in the centre of the throne room, her carefully constructed façade shattered. Ronan had ransacked hee chambers, unearthing a cache of her hidden letters, damning evidence of her treachery.How she started it. How she contacted Darius first and revealed Elara's location and even sent a spy after her while she was in the Moonwhite pack. He'd uncovered it all, leaving no stone unturned. He'd also uncovered the truth about Zareth, the guard who'd mysteriously vanished, but worked here as a supposed member of Darius sply network.Marceline bowed her head in shame, her knees burned as they were pressed hard against the cold stone floor, her hands curled into fists, silent sobs wracked through her body. But her tears fell on deaf ears. No one could believe how far hee hatred would go, even if it meant destroying Ronan and his Pack, ruining innocent lives just to get rid of one sin

CAEL'S POV"So, Cael, I see you have discovered the truth." Lady Marceline purred, her voice a low, silken whisper that sent a shiver down my spine despite myself. The tone was impossible to decipher, a blend of amusement, threat, and something else....something colder, more calculating and menacing.She walked towards me, hee Crimson dress a stark contrast to the somber mood, she snatched away the letter from my hand and scanned its contents."Ahh," she murmured, a satisfied nod accompanying the sound. "This was his last mission, but he failed to complete it.""Is that why you killed him?" I asked, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil that brewed inside me. The causal way she spoke about Silas and his death, the lack of remorse in her eyes and tone filled with a sickening dread.This woman was pure evil."Well," she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she shrugged her shoulders, a gesture that somehow amplified her unsettling composure and still showed how

THIRD PERSON POV.(Before Darius's Attack)Cael had assisted in exposing Marceline's evil act. After he killed Zareth, he then took all the letters from Silas room and hid them in his room, including the two letters Marceline had sent to him. He was also able to steal some from her chambers shortly before he executed his plan to kill Zareth and the Rogue.He then lied to Marceline that Zareth had suddenly vanished. Marceline didn't believe Cael would betray her especially since Clara's life was on the line. She had thought Zareth ran away or worse had happen. She then wrote a letter, and instructed Cael to deliver it to Darius. But instead, he held onto to it, adding it to the list of evidence he was pilling up in other to bring her down.After Alpha Ronan had discovered that the rogue was killed, Cael wanted to tell him the truth and why he killed the rogue: he needed an excuse to make a cover up that someone was behind everything and had to kill the rogue in order to cover the secre

ELARA'S POVI sat on the edge of my bed, the worn quilt scratching against my skin. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic tap of my fingers against the bed frame. I chewed on my bottom lip, a nervous habit I'd never quite managed to shake.Suddenly my eyes landed on a crisp white envelope that laid on the table beside my bed. Hadn't I had noticed this before? How come I'm just seeing this? My heart skipped a beat. I wasn't supposed to receive any letter...not that I was expecting one from anyone. So who could it be from?A shiver of apprehension snakes down my spine. I tried to shrug off the feeling, telling myself it was probably just a misplaced letter. Besides, if it was for me Clara would have notified me of it before she retired for the day.Could someone else had sneaked into my room? I tried to remain positive, but a nagging voice in the back of my mind. It whispered that something more than just an ordinary letter.Hesitantly, I stood up and picked up