All Chapters of Bound by His Mark, Freed by His Betrayal: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Horace’s POVElena quickly joined me after ripping Monica’s head into side-by-side, and we began to take down the enemies as if it was nothing.We hit the first attacker together, her jaw clamping down on his shoulder while I slammed into the man’s wolf mid shift, sending and flying across the open yard.By the time he came to his stop, his head was already partly detached from his body. I turned around in time to see another hybrid charging at us from the right and without wasting time, I bared my teeth, meeting him head-on.Dust exploded beneath our clash as I sank my fangs deep into him, shaking once before throwing him to the side like he was a piece of nothing because he was. I turned to catch her dodging a strike, watching as she raked her claws across an intruder’s flesh. The intruder stumbled, but she didn’t hesitate. She leapt, tackling him to the ground and pining him with a sharp growl that vibrated through the air.At that moment, I couldn’t help the pride that surged th

Elena’s POV.We got to the middle of the room just as everyone paused, staring at both of us, and goodness, standing under the warm light with that man, my heart melted to a high degree.I swallowed, trying to hold myself back as my wolf threatened to lunge at him. Then, coughed softly, holding my left hand as he began to drop to his knees.My eyes widened.The murmurs rose.“Hor, wha—what are you doing?” I mumbled. “Elena Marie.”“Horace.”He smiled. “I’ve thought of a million ways to say this, but none of them seemed good enough and that’s why I’m just going to come out right with it.”“Horace!” I repeated.“Be mine.”“Hah.” “Be my woman, Elena, and I promise to protect you with my life. I promise to love you with every bit of my soul.”I swallowed. “And I promise to never let yo—.”“Yes,” I blurted. His eyes widened excitedly as he quickly rose to his feet. “Really?”“Of course, silly. Yes, I accept your proposal. I’ll marry you.”“Oh my goodness, Elena.” He grabbed my face, p

Elena’s POVIn the past year of my life, my mornings had always been filled with gratitude because I couldn’t help but be grateful to the moon goddess for the second chance she had bestowed upon me. Years earlier, my mornings were nothing but shadows where I always woke up to a loveless home and a man that seemed to care about his wife’s best friend more than he did his wife.Although I already know the reason for that.But now?Now I woke up to love.Both of my boys smiled at me as if I were the center of their world, as if I were the source of their happiness. Ethan curled up against me, taking excitedly about the drawing he made of me and his little baby brother in his terms. And Horace, the ever-mighty alpha in whom I was well pleased to call a husband, stared at us with so much pride in his eyes that he would have failed woefully if he even tried to hide it.I teased him about his bed hair, avoiding talking about the heat in his stare, as I already knew the reason for that.“I

Horace’s POVBy the time I returned from my morning jog, the morning sun had begun to rise over the rooftop. My jog was long and strenuous— and unusually so. And it wasn’t because I added a few more laps but rather because of the lingering question that refused to leave my.Vivienne. Why has she returned?I sighed as I made my way past the gate. “Has she settled in?” I asked one of my guards as soon as I laid eyes on him.“Yes, Alpha. She has settled into the guest house.”“Good,” I replied, nodding my head. It wasn’t that I had any problem with Vivienne, but I couldn’t help the restlessness that kept surging through me the moment I had a reason for coming to the White House.Ever since Elaine died, she had only been there once, and that was the day of the funeral.We spoke well, and she said she knew Ethan was in good hands and she didn’t have to ever worry about him.So now that she was here, saying she wanted to be closer to her nephew, it just seemed so out of nowhere and smel

Vivienne’s POVI stood, watching her as she walked out of the garden, my blood raging inside me.Then I scoffed and looked away.How dare she speak to me in that manner?He’s my nephew, my family, not hers. So how dare she pretend that he’s her responsibility and I’m the outsider?My fists tightened beside me as I tried to control the waves of hunger coursing through my body.And how dare she act all high and mighty as if she had always had access to such a life?This was my sister's place, all of it. She breathed this air, walked these halls, and slept in these lavish rooms. I couldn’t help but imagine her ghost slipping through the halls, fingertips brushing the walls as she silently and helplessly watched another woman take over a space that used to be hers.But there is no trace of her anymore.No sign of her warmth, so of course, the space was opened for unworthy thieves to try their luck.And clearly they had.All had been replaced by Elena and her scent, which lingered everywh