All Chapters of Bitten, Branded And Bare: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Third person POVThe sun had barely climbed over the tree line when Alpha Rowland’s car rolled to a slow halt before the tall wrought iron gates of Alpha Baron’s territory. The air was fresh, carrying the faint scent of pine and blooming marigolds from the gardens that framed the main road. It had been months since Rowland last set foot here, and though the purpose of this visit was joyous, his mind couldn’t help but churn with the matters he’d left back home.The guards stationed at the gate bowed respectfully before signaling for the heavy gates to swing open. Rowland’s convoy moved forward, the vehicles gliding over the cobbled path that led toward the grand courtyard. Even before the engines came to a stop, he spotted Baron himself standing on the front steps of the packhouse, his tall frame impossible to miss.“Rowland!” Baron’s voice carried across the courtyard as the Alpha strode down the steps, a broad smile lighting up his features.Rowl

Lisa's POVThe day had started slow.Too slow.I sat cross-legged on my bed, chin propped on my hand, staring at the far wall of my room like maybe it would sprout a window and offer me a new view. No such luck. The silence in the room was almost oppressive, broken only by the faint ticking of the clock above my desk.Calla had been busy since morning—something about helping in the lower kitchens—and because the higher floors were restricted to most of the pack members, my usual options for company were nonexistent. I’d already paced the length of the room six times, flipped through a magazine I wasn’t actually reading, and organized my desk just to have something to do.Now I was bored enough to consider staring at the ceiling until I fell asleep out of pure desperation.No. That would be surrender.With a sigh, I slid off the bed and padded toward the door. If no one was coming to entertain me, I’d just have to find en

Irene's POV I woke up with a pounding headache. My eyes were gritty from lack of sleep, my throat dry, my whole body restless. I hadn’t stopped pacing the room since last night, wearing a faint track into the expensive rug beneath my bare feet. My nails were chewed down to the quick, and every creak of the floorboards or muffled sound outside my door made my stomach twist. I hated the silence between those moments—it was too loud, pressing in on me, suffocating me. The walls felt closer today. I didn’t know if it was just my mind making it worse, or if they had somehow tightened the space to make me feel caged. I’d tried to open the door again hours ago, but the heavy lock didn’t budge. They weren’t just keeping me inside—they were keeping the world out. And the longer it stayed that way, the more I felt like some kind of prized animal in a gilded cage, on display for no one but my own misery. I pressed my palms against my temples and kep

Third person POV The great hall was already brimming with the subtle hum of voices, the air rich with the mingling scents of polished wood, fresh flowers, and the faint musk of wolves gathered in celebration. Golden sunlight filtered in through the stained-glass windows, throwing streaks of color across the marble floor where Bryan now stood before the altar. He adjusted his collar once, his hands steady, though his eyes betrayed the quiet anticipation swirling beneath his calm demeanor. From the far end of the aisle, the double oak doors remained closed, their towering presence the only barrier between him and the woman who was about to walk into his life forever. Beside him, Knox took his place a step behind, his usual grin replaced by a respectful solemnity. The priest, robed in deep crimson trimmed with gold, nodded once to Bryan, then glanced toward the entrance. The hush that followed was almost reverent — a silence that seemed to draw every breat

Delta Atlas POV The gates hadn’t even finished swinging shut behind me when I heard my name being barked from somewhere off to the right. “Atlas!” I didn’t even have to turn to know who it was. That voice had a mix of demand and excitement that only Kael could pull off. I’d barely gotten both boots on the courtyard stone before he came striding toward me, that smug grin plastered on his face like he’d just won a bet no one knew about. He didn’t give me a chance to brush the travel dust from my jacket before he latched onto my arm and started tugging me toward the side of the main house. “Come on.” “Where are we going?” I asked, resisting just enough to make him grunt in annoyance. “The garden attic,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why?” “Because I want details.” His eyes were practically gl