Все главы Bound By Love And Prophecy : Глава 31 - Глава 40

Jessica's POV "Jessica! Come let's go!" Someone called out to me.I opened my eyes but shut them immediately the sun's rays got into them.I stood up before finally reopening them. I was in a meadow filled with wild dark purple flowers under the bright sun.They were beautiful. I crouched down to pick one when Lisa called out to me again. "Come on, Jessica, let's go," She said with a smile on my face.I giggled as I straightened up. I was about to run towards her when I realized that I couldn't move.Then Lisa called out to me again. But this time, her voice wasn't warm or excited like earlier. It sounded like she was frightened."Please, Jessica!" She cried out.Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my guts. I raised my shirt, only to find black and purple lines formed into a spiral on my stomach.I winced as the spiral moved. But it didn't stop there. I screamed as I felt it contracting with my organs, pulling them together.Crouching over, I held onto my guts.Then I felt a scratch

Michael's POV Jessica looked… confused.Like she didn’t understand what was happening—like she had no idea why her body was reacting the way it was.From the moment she stepped into the hall, I caught her scent—wild and intoxicating. It hit me like a thunderclap, sending a pulse of heat through my veins.I knew she felt it too.Her reaction did things to my body that I couldn't explain. The way her chest rose and fell too quickly, the slight parting of her lips as if she couldn’t catch her breath. Plus, I could smell her arousal.It was a cruel form of torture, standing there, keeping my distance when all I wanted to do was close the space between us—to grab her, claim her, and drown myself in her scent until it was the only thing I knew.And then there were her eyes.Green—like the leaves in the garden my mother used to take me to before she had Lloyd. I remembered running my hands along the soft plants, feeling the life pulsing beneath them. Jessica’s eyes had that same spark—fie

Jessica's POVThe sound of Rose's body hitting the floor echoed through the kitchen—louder than it should have like the universe itself wanted me to hear it again and again.I couldn’t move.My legs felt rooted to the blood-slicked tiles, my heart thundering in my chest as the pool of crimson spread, inch by inch, creeping towards my feet.Rose’s lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling— empty and glassy, like all the light that once made her who she was had been ripped away, gone—forever.“Why?” I whispered, the word tasting bitter on my tongue.No one answered.Alpha Raymond stood there, his claws still dripping with her blood, his face cold like he didn't care or feel anything.The man who called himself my father, the man who was supposed to protect me had just taken away the only person who ever tried to protect me.Michael stepped closer, his hand brushing against mine—gentle and reassuring, but I pulled away."No," I muttered again, more to myself than anyone else.Then I snapped.“

Michael's POV I let out a sigh as the cold water beat on my skin, calming down my nerves.When I was done, I dried myself, put on some comfortable clothes, and just lay on the bed.It took a lot from me to stay close to Jessica and not be able to do anything.Raymond killing Rose really did a number on her. She was suffering on her own and I wish I could be there to help her out.And Elaina—that woman scared the shit out of me.I had asked her to help me talk to Jessica, just to help her with the hurt she was going through. Instead, she ran her hand into my mate's guts—talk about creepy.But it made me happy because, at that moment, I felt Jessica's pain. I felt all the punches and the kicks she took.It was a reminder that our bond was still there, no matter what was happening.Just then, I heard a knock on the door."Come in!" I yelled out. I thought it would be one of my brothers or Alpha Logan. But to my surprise, it was Jessica.I straightened up, getting down from the bed.Sh

Michael's POVA thousand thoughts tore through my mind in just a second like a violent storm. I bolted through the hallways, my heart pounding harder. The kitchen was empty, same goes for the basement.Then I headed for my room.Why hadn’t I gone there first?I guess, deep down, I feared the worst. I thought she would hate me so much she wouldn’t want to be anywhere near me.I wasn't sure what and how much she had heard. Had she heard everything? Had she heard that my father tried to kill her? Or worse—had she heard that I was planning to kill her father?The thought of it felt like a blade twisting in my chest.I was about to round a corner when a blur of fur shot past me—a brown wolf, one of my packmates, flung across the hall like a rag doll. His body slammed into the stone wall with a sickening crack.A low snarl vibrated in my chest, but before I could move, a scream echoed through the Pack House. The scream ripped through the air— high-pitched, laced with terror, sending a