All Chapters of Back Into The Alpha’s Arms: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELEANOREight Years Ago… The music pulsed through the clearing, matching the beat of my heart. Laughter and clinking glasses echoed as pack members swayed and danced beneath the moonlit sky. The Moonrise Festival buzzed with excitement, marking the coming of age for young wolves—especially the Alpha’s son. The scent of roasting meat lingered in the cool air.For most, it was a night of possibility. For me, I was losing my shit.I stood at the edge of the clearing, gripping my untouched cup of punch, my eyes searching the crowd until they landed on Tristan.He stood by the bonfire, his broad shoulders bathed in flickering light. Tristan. My brother’s best friend. My first love. And the Alpha's son. Out of my league? I suppose, but I always aim for the best. His smirk made my pulse race. Effortlessly magnetic, he was the most attractive male in nearly every pack in the region, leaving she-wolves swooning. Oh, unnecessary competition. Great.“You’re staring again,” came a teasing voic

ELEANOR I stood frozen as Cedric stood beside his new mate. My world, already falling apart, was breaking for real. I watched them, unable to move or speak. Kate, still innocent, asked softly, “Mommy, who dat? Why Daddy mad?”I didn’t answer her. I couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come.“We need to talk,” Cedric said, his voice distant. I stood, waiting for him to explain. “What do you mean? What’s going on, Cedric?”He sighed, looking detached. “I’ve booked plane tickets for you and Kate. You both need to leave.”I blinked, trying to process his words. “Leave? What do you mean, leave?”His expression grew cold. “You don’t understand, Eleanor. The mate bond—it’s different. You can’t expect me to ignore it.”The words hit me hard, leaving me breathless. “You promised, Cedric,” I said, my voice breaking. “You knew what Tristan did to me. You knew how broken I was, and you said you’d never hurt me. I trusted you. You told me I was safe with you, that you’d never leave me. And now, you’re

TRISTANThe scent hit me first—creamy, warm and sweet; vanilla lingering in the air—feminine and deeply alluring. It wrapped around me, sinking into my skin, sparking something primal and raw in my chest. My hands clenched the arms of the chair as a strange tingling rushed over me.This couldn’t be happening.My heart raced as I stood, the chair scraping loudly. Maurice shot me a confused look, but I ignored him.The sight before me made my heart stop.It couldn’t be... Eleanor?Her eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. Her lips parted, as if the words were stuck. I couldn’t help but notice her dark brown hair, falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Her almond-shaped hazel eyes looked older, more captivating, as if the years had only made her more beautiful. Her slender, curvy frame stood tall, and her simple, elegant clothes made her beauty even more striking.But it wasn’t just her looks that left me breathless—it was the Bond, the pull between us

TRISTANI watched as Eleanor stood there, eyes burning with a mix of anger and something I couldn’t quite place. Her frustration was clear, but underneath it all, there was something deeper. The Bond was pushing at the edges of my awareness, but I could see she was fighting it.When she took my hand, I felt it. The way her fingers curled around mine, warm and firm, like she was trying to assert some control in the storm brewing between us. Her hand was soft, with a sense of reluctance that twisted something deep inside me.This wasn’t just about a walk with Kate.I didn’t even notice the surprise in Maurice and Queen's eyes as she led me out of the room, her stride purposeful, her shoulders tense.It felt like an eternity before we were standing just outside the door, the cool air biting at my skin, doing nothing to cool the heat that had ignited between us. Eleanor didn’t let go of my hand, and I could feel the tension in her grip, like she was holding onto something, trying to keep i

ELEANOR“Fucking bastard,” he muttered, his voice low but sharp with fury. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He just paced back and forth like a caged animal. “I swear, I’ll make him regret this.”I just stood there, watching Maurice’s fury spill over, a knot forming in my gut. Each word I spoke seemed to stoke the fire inside him, and it didn't take much to set him off—I had just given him enough fuel.“Maurice,” I interjected, stepping closer. “Please, don’t.”I could see the way he was holding back, his entire frame shaking with anger. “After everything he did to you?” He stopped, turning to face me, his eyes blazing. “ He deserves to suffer, Eleanor. He doesn’t get to hurt you and get away with it.”I swallowed hard. “It’s over. We’re not going to do this,” I said firmly, though the words didn’t seem to reach him. Mom stepped in, her voice sharp with authority. “Maurice, don’t do something stupid,” she warned, her gaze locking with his in a mixture of