Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To The Ruthless Alpha: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

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

For several moments, neither of us moved. Kael lay beside me, one arm still wrapped around my waist, his breathing gradually settling against the side of my neck. The room had grown quiet around us. Somewhere beyond the closed curtains, the wind dragged its fingers along the windowpanes, making the glass whisper in its frame. The fire had burned low, leaving the bedroom washed in the faint amber glow of dying embers and the occasional flicker of candlelight. I could feel the warmth of him everywhere our bodies touched. It should have comforted me. Instead, I lay perfectly still, staring at the carved wooden post of the bed, trying to understand how I had arrived at this moment. A few minutes ago—or perhaps an eternity ago; I had lost all sense of the passage of time—I had been thinking about the letter beneath my pillow. The letter that could expose Mira. The letter that carried a dead man’s words about another dead woman. The letter that had brought me closer to the truth about E

He looked as though he had reached for something in the dark and discovered that it was no longer there. “Don’t,” he said softly. I blinked. “Don’t what?” “Don’t force yourself to say something just because you think I want to hear it.” The words should have relieved me. Instead, I heard the conclusion he had already reached beneath them. He thought I regretted it. Perhaps he had always expected that answer. Perhaps some part of him had known that I would turn away once the moment had passed, that I would retreat behind the walls I had built between us and leave him alone with the mistake of believing, even briefly, that I had wanted him for something more than convenience. He lowered his eyes. Then, carefully, he moved his arm from around me. The loss of his warmth was immediate. He did not move far. He shifted only enough to leave a narrow space between us, but that small distance felt larger than the room. His hand settled on the mattress, palm down, and he tur

“A week of letters, and we still don’t know what happened to Elira. We have a route, a possible opening, and a servant who may be risking their life to tell us what they can. We don’t know what waits beyond the boundary, and we don’t know whether the information we have is enough to get us anywhere useful.” “No,” Mira said. “And you think we should leave tonight?” “I think tonight is the best opportunity we have seen.” “That’s not the same thing.” “No. It isn’t.” Mira folded her hands in front of her, then separated them again. It was a small movement, but Aria knew her well enough to recognize the tension beneath it. Mira was trying to keep her own fear from becoming another thing Aria would feel obliged to manage. “What happens if we wait?” Aria asked. “The guards return to their usual pattern. The household settles. Whatever has made tonight different disappears, and we are left watching the same doors, the same corridors, and the same men.” “And if another opportun