Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound to the Alpha of My Undoing : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

It was getting late, and I was exhausted—but I still pushed on, heading toward the far edges of the territory where the trees thickened. Here, I was less likely to run into anyone. The pack didn’t waste time patrolling the unglamorous parts of its land. This was where the forgotten things lived. I blended in well here. I ducked behind a half-collapsed shed, where vines crawled up the stone and the roof sagged under years of neglect. Then I slipped through the hidden opening in the floorboards—my shortcut into the tunnels beneath the pack house. They thought the tunnels were sealed off after the war years ago. They were… mostly. But I had found a way in. Down here, it was cool and quiet, the earth breathing softly around me. I followed the lanterns I left earlier, careful not to make noise. There was only one person who knew I came down here. And he was waiting. “You’re late,” a voice said from the shadows. “I was fed poison,” I said, stepping into the small chamb

The gathering hall had never looked so polished. Silver lanterns lined the walls, casting a glow that made the ancient carvings look alive. The stone floor had been scrubbed until it gleamed like a mirror, and the air carried the faint fragrance of crushed herbs meant to calm nerves. Nothing about this night was calming to me. The Selection. Every eligible female in the pack had been summoned. They came draped in silks and velvets, hair glistening with oils, lips stained crimson. Laughter and hushed whispers echoed through the hall as if this were some festival. It wasn’t. It was a showcase. A spectacle for Lucan Gray’s benefit. I pressed myself against one of the marble pillars, wrapped in the plainest dress I owned. Not rags—not tonight—but far from the elegance paraded in the center of the room. If anyone noticed me at all, they would laugh. Good. Let them. The Moon Goddess must’ve been laughing already. My wolf stirred the moment he entered. Lucan walked through the hall with h

"Aurela," a voice called out, and I froze mid-step. I was moved to tears instantly. Someone actually remembered my name—even called it out. But the moment was short-lived as I turned and saw who it was. "I see you still live," he said, stepping out from the shadows. "Lord Lucan," I answered, my voice slightly trembling. In a flash he was in front of me, gripping my arm. Looking into my eyes for the second time today. "Don't give me that act," he said, voice low and gravelly. This time, I shivered for real. "You're hurting me," I whispered, quickly averting his gaze because my body was suddenly changing without my permission—his proximity was doing things to me it had no business doing. He released my arm and placed his hand on my waist, pulling me against him. "What… are you doing?" I asked, slightly panicked. Any more intimate act and I might really lose it. This damn mate pull was stronger than I'd expected. He looked into my eyes again. "Confirming something." I held

Lucan When I finally made it back to the main house, the rain had slowed, but I was still soaked, bleeding, and half-tempted to rip the door off its hinges just to get inside quicker. But someone had already spotted me. “Lucan?” My father’s voice cut through the hall like a curse. His eyes widened the moment he saw me—shirt clinging to bloodied skin, knuckles raw, half-wild with the residual effects of what I’d just done to half the forest. He didn’t shout. Didn’t demand an explanation. Instead, he stepped closer with caution, like he was approaching something volatile. Something dangerous. “Is it your rut again?” he asked in a hushed voice, glancing over his shoulder as if someone might be watching—as though he was afraid of someone seeing his son like this, like a monster. He was the goddamn Alpha, for crying out loud, yet still he crept like a guilty person. Then, like an instinct, he gripped my arm and steered me away from open view, toward one of the lesser-used