All Chapters of Bound To The Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

Kael shifted his weight, driving me backward until the back of my thighs bumped hard against the edge of the dark wooden bedpost. His large, calloused hand moved slowly down the curve of my waist, trailing over the flare of my hip, before sliding with slow, deliberate intent between my legs. His long fingers traced over the heavy, luxurious silk of my dress, applying a steady, torturous pressure through the fabric.I caught my breath sharply, every muscle in my frame coiling tight as a spring. Instinct shrieked at me to pull back, to stop this dangerous game before it swept us both into a current we couldn't swim out of. But the cold, hard memory of what was at stake kept me completely frozen.If I flinched now, if I stopped him, the spell would break. The fog of desire would clear from his golden eyes. He would look directly into my face and see the stark terror instead of the passion I was faking. He would ask why.So I didn't stop him.Instead, I leaned fully into the pressure of h

His wolf was dominant, but the man was present too—watching my face intently, reacting to every small gasp, every slight shiver that ran through my frame. He adjusted his angle slightly, his hips grinding against my center with a firm pressure that sent a sharp lightning bolt of pleasure straight up my spine. "Look at what you do to me," Kael rasped against my lips, his voice completely raw and stripped of his usual stern demeanor. "You drive me insane, Aria." I couldn't answer him. I couldn't form coherent words even if I tried. All I could do was feel. The chamber was warm, filled with the crackle of the hearth fire and the heavy, intoxicating scent of pine and rain-slicked earth that rolled off him. His weight over me was solid, heavy, and grounding—a powerful anchor in a world that felt like it was constantly shifting and breaking beneath my feet. Kael sped up, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, and more possessive with every passing second. His hands moved down my body, g

The silk clings to my skin like a second betrayal. I sat motionless on the low stone bench, arms outstretched while a pair of elder seamstresses fastened the final silver clasps of my ceremonial dress. The fabric was bone-white, stitched with threads that shimmered like frozen moonlight. It was the color of purity, of peace, of surrender. It felt like a funeral shroud. One of the women gently twisted a thin braid into my hair, weaving in an iron charm at the end—Blackthorn custom. The metal was cold against my temple, and heavier than it should have been. Neither woman spoke. In fact, no one had spoken to me directly since dawn. Even my own father had only offered a single order through the closed door hours earlier: "Be ready when they arrive." So I sat—dressed like a gift, sealed like a debt—while the world I knew collapsed in silence around me. The walls of the Vale Court were damp with age. Moss climbed the old stone columns like long-forgotten regrets. A pair of guards

Mira had been gone for hours. The moment she slipped from the room with the folded message hidden carefully against her skirts, silence fell around me like a noose tightening by the minute. I hadn’t moved from the bed since then. My knees were drawn to my chest, the heavy silk sheet wrapped tightly around my legs and waist as if its weight could anchor me, could keep me from unraveling. I clutched a pillow to my chest, my fingers twisting at its corners, fidgeting without end. Every tick of time scraped against my nerves. I kept seeing Mira’s face when she bowed and promised to return. Brave. Too brave. And I—useless—left behind to do nothing but sit and pray. I hated myself for it. What if someone stopped her? What if they searched her? What if Kael himself saw her leaving the estate with my words hidden in her hands? I pressed my forehead against the pillow, whispering a prayer to god. Don’t let anything happen to her. Please. If Kael discovers her… if she gets caught because of

The first thing I felt was the weight. Not the heaviness of sleep still clinging to my bones, but the warmth pressing beside me—the quiet presence that seemed to devour all the air in the room. My lashes fluttered open, sunlight spilling weakly through the curtains, and for a fleeting moment I thought I was back in my own room. Safe. Alone. But then my eyes shifted, and reality crashed over me like ice. Kael was there. He lay stretched on his side, broad shoulders turned toward me, the sheets drawn low across his hips. His breathing was even, deep, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that made him look… almost human. Almost. For the first time, I noticed how still he looked when the storm of command and rage wasn’t etched into his face. His features were calmer, younger somehow. The furrow between his brows was gone, leaving behind a man who—if I didn’t know better—could’ve been mistaken for someone who knew peace. His lashes were dark, long enough to cast shado