บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Ruthless Alpha: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Mira had been gone for hours.The moment she slipped from the room with the folded message hidden carefully against her skirts, tucked beneath layers of fabric where prying eyes couldn’t reach, silence fell around me like a noose tightening by the minute. Each passing second seemed to draw the rope tighter around my throat, making it harder to breathe, harder to think, harder to do anything but spiral into scenarios of disaster.I hadn’t moved from the bed since then. My knees were drawn to my chest in a defensive curl, the heavy silk sheet wrapped tightly around my legs and waist as if its weight could anchor me to reality, could keep me from unraveling completely into the panic that clawed at the edges of my consciousness.Every tick of time scraped against my nerves like nails on stone, each second an eternity of waiting and wondering and imagining all the ways this could go wrong. I kept seeing Mira’s face when she bowed and promised to return—her chin lifted with quiet determinat

“Where are you going?”The words were low, dangerous, threaded with a warning I didn’t dare ignore. Not a question, really, though phrased as one. A command disguised in the grammar of inquiry.My body locked at the sound, every muscle freezing in place as though his voice carried physical force. My foot hovered above the floor, caught mid-step, and I had to force myself to set it down slowly, carefully, rather than jerking back in startlement.It wasn’t loud, wasn’t shouted—but it was the kind of tone that froze blood in veins, the kind that brooked no defiance or discussion. A growl restrained into syllables, compressed into human speech but carrying all the weight of his wolf’s authority beneath the words.I turned slowly, so slowly, as though sudden movement might trigger some predatory instinct in him. My fingers tightened around the edge of the sheet draped across my arm, twisting the silk until it bunched in my fist. His hand was still on t

The mattress dipped under his weight, and suddenly the bed that had seemed vast when I sat in it alone felt far too small for the two of us. The available space shrank to nothing as he stretched out with lazy dominance.He sprawled across the middle of the bed, one arm thrown above his head, the other resting on his stomach. His legs stretched out, taking up more than half the mattress, and I found myself pressed closer to the edge simply by virtue of the space he commanded.The faint brush of his arm against mine felt like a brand, scorching me through the thin silk of my nightgown. The contact was minimal—just the barest touch of skin against fabric—but it might as well have been a shackle for how it fixed me in place.I didn’t move. I couldn’t.To him, this was nothing—another night, another claim of space, another exercise of casual dominance that required no thought or effort. But to me, it was invasion, suffocation, the walls closing in unti

Kael’s POVI wasn’t asleep.I hadn’t been since the first stir of her breathing changed in the dark, since the moment she shifted against the mattress as though my presence burned her skin. Her discomfort was something I felt before I heard—a subtle tightening of the air, a shift in her heartbeat, the minute tension that moved through her body even in sleep. My wolf felt everything she felt, twice over, and had growled low in my chest with each restless turn she made.I kept my eyes closed, my body still, every muscle coiled in restraint as I listened to her heartbeat quicken. She thought she was being quiet, careful, but every movement was thunder to me. Every brush of the sheets against her body was a reminder that she was there—too close, too tempting, too dangerous.I was acutely aware of the exact moment she woke.The change in her breathing was imperceptible to anyone else, but to me it was a bell rung in a silent room. One moment the slow rhythm of sleep, the next the shallow,

The moment I stepped back into that chamber—the room that wasn’t mine, that could never be mine—I felt it. The heaviness in the air. The way the curtains breathed with shadows, the bed too wide, too cold, too alive with a past I had not lived. This room held memory the way stone held cold—deep and total, impervious to warmth. No matter how much light crept through the curtains, it never fully touched the corners.This was her space. Elira’s. The one Kael had guarded so fiercely after her death that no one had dared enter it—not his guard, not his staff, not anyone who valued their life and their place within these walls. The door had been a sealed wound, and everyone had known better than to press against it. Until me. Until he had taken me by the wrist and drawn me through it like I was a stone thrown through glass.Now, because of me, the taboo was broken. I had not broken it, exactly—Kael had—but the estate would not see it that way. The estate would only ever see me.I sat on the