All Chapters of Bound by Blood: The Alpha's Forbidden Mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42 – The one I can't silence Gabrielle’s POVI didn’t ask for a warm welcome, but I didn’t expect to be treated like I was invisible either.Lucian stood in the corner, arms crossed, eyes cold and unreadable. Not a word. Not a glance. Nothing. He didn't even acknowledge the fact that I was standing right there when he said all those hurtful words. Not even after I greeted him with a shaky smile and offered him tea with trembling hands.And yet, he acted like I wasn’t even worthy to be saved.Like I wasn’t worthy to breathe the same air with him.Like I hadn’t just survived the worst night of my life.The final slap came when I heard his voice, not to me, but to Giovanni.“You brought her here? Why would you risk everything for someone you know nothing about?”Someone you know nothing about.As if it would have been better if Giovanni had allowed me to die.As if I were some disease Giovanni had dragged in.I gritted my teeth, the words echoing in my head like venom.I dropped

Chapter 44 — Lily or Gabrielle Lucian’s POVGiovanni was about to head inside when my phone buzzed.I pulled it from my pocket and checked the message. It was from Marco.“Where the hell are you? You forgot our meeting.”I cursed under my breath.Giovanni raised a brow. “Is there a problem?”“It's Marco. We had a strategy meeting at the border camp. I forgot.”He nodded slowly. “You should go. He’s probably already pacing.”“Yeah.” I slipped the phone back into my coat. “I won’t be long.”As I turned to leave, Giovanni called out, “Don’t worry about her.”I paused, then nodded once. “I’m not.”But I was.And I would be.The ride down the hill was fast and rough. The sky was bleeding orange at the edges when I reached the meeting point near the forest checkpoint.Marco was pacing by his jeep, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. The moment he saw me, he threw the cigarette away and walked up, frowning.“Did you forget how to read a clock?” he sai

Chapter 46 – Drawn towards her Lucian’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped all night. It drummed on the roof in a steady, relentless rhythm, the wind rattling the wooden shutters. The fire in Giovanni’s hearth spat and cracked, filling the cabin with heat, but none of it reached the cold knot twisting in my chest.She was here.Lily stood at the table, pouring herself a glass of water, her hair tumbling over one shoulder. Every movement was small, careful, actually too careful, maybe because I was also there, and my eyes tracked each one like they were the only thing keeping me alive.I sank deeper in Giovanni’s armchair, sitting in a slouched position. My arms were folded across my chest acting like I didn't care. But she hadn’t looked at me in hours, and that stung more than I cared to admit.Giovanni caught it, of course. He always did. A smirk curved his mouth from where he lounged on the couch.“You’re staying again tonight?” he asked, voice dripping with mockery.I didn’t bother answe

Chapter 48 – The Wrong Door to Knock OnMarco’s POVThe low rumble of an engine broke the silence.Lucian’s head jerked toward the sound so sharply I thought his neck might snap.There was tension in his eyes, he became alert, tense, almost like he was expecting something to go wrong.The car rolled to a stop in the clearing, and when the driver’s door opened, I finally saw who had been behind the wheel.A man stepped out, he had broad shoulders, very tall and huge, with a scar on his face. He wore a dark jacket with that same faint air of dominance Lucian carried. He walked like someone who owned the ground he stepped on.I recognized the face in flashes, a flicker from the past, but it was like trying to hold on to smoke. I knew him from somewhere… but couldn’t place it.Lucian, however, barely looked at the man. His gaze darted to the car’s other doors, he was focused on them, almost as if he was waiting for someone else.When no one else stepped out, I watched his shoulders loosen

Chapter 50 – Wedding BellsGabrielle’s POV The forest was alive with soft music, laughter, and the scent of fresh pine. Sunlight streamed through the trees, spilling golden light onto the small elevated platform where Lucian stood, dressed in black, his sharp eyes softening the moment they landed on me.Giovanni had outdone himself, the ceremony space was decorated with wildflowers and white fabric draped between the trees. The wolves stood in respectful silence, forming a protective ring around us, while the entire forest seemed to hold its breath.When I reached for him, Lucian took my hands in his, his grip firm and reassuring. “You’re mine,” he whispered, so low only I could hear.“And you’re mine,” I replied, my voice trembling, not from fear this time, but from excitement, gratitude and the overwhelming certainty that this man would fight the world for me.The vows were simple but powerful, echoing through the trees. When Lucian kissed me, the crowd erupted into cheers, wolves