All Chapters of Bound To The Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I hadn't seen him since the throne room.Three full days.Three nights of silence, meals delivered through the door, and a maid who wouldn't look me in the eye. No one spoke to me. No one touched me. It should've been a reprieve.But the absence felt worse than the cruelty.The silence was suffocating. My room had become a cage of waiting — every creak of the floorboards above, every distant voice in the corridors, every shadow that passed by my window made me tense with expectation. He was letting me stew in my own dread, letting my imagination run wild with possibilities.The meals came at precise intervals — bread, water, sometimes thin soup that tasted of nothing. The servants who brought them moved like ghosts, sliding trays through the door without a word, never meeting my eyes. I might as well have been invisible.Or already dead.I spent hours staring at the walls, tracing the patterns in the stone with my eyes, memorizing every crack and stain. The silver collar had grown hea

These weren't ceremonial calls now. These were hunting cries — wild and hungry and getting nearer with every passing second.I pushed harder, forcing my legs to pump faster despite the burning in my chest. Branches scraped my arms, leaving thin lines of blood. The torn dress fluttered behind me like a crimson banner.I wasn't just running from wolves.I was being hunted.And if they caught me…If Kael caught me…I didn't know which fate would be worse.But I ran anyway.Because every part of me knew:This forest wanted to see me fall.The trees closed around me like a living thing, branches reaching out to snag my hair and tear at the silk that barely covered me. The path — if it could be called a path — wound deeper into darkness, taking me farther from the clearing and any hope of safety.My breath came in sharp bursts, visible in the cold air. Sweat mixed with blood on my skin where thorns had caught me. The red dress clung to my body, damp with exertion and fear.Behind me, the so

Kael gripped my hair, turned my face to the side — not hard, but firmly.Forcing me to see our audience. Forcing me to acknowledge what this moment really was."Let them see," he said, "because she felt the same when your dad made everyone see the show of her getting ruined."The words were like a punch to the gut, filled with venom and pain I didn't understand.But there was something else in his voice — something raw and wounded that made me think this wasn't entirely about me. This was about someone else.Someone he had cared about.And with one final thrust against my soaked center, he groaned low.The sound was rough, desperate, human in a way that surprised me.He didn't need to finish.Because I did.Shaking.Silent.Ruined.The climax hit me like lightning, unexpected and devastating. My body convulsed beneath him, waves of sensation crashing over me while tears of shame burned my eyes.I came in front of his pack, pinned to the forest floor, wearing nothing but silk and silve

The words hung in the air between us, heavy with implications and unspoken history. He'd seen me at my worst before, had stood beside me through the darkest chapters of my life, had helped me build this pack from the ashes of betrayal and loss.I said nothing, couldn't find words that would justify what I'd done without revealing the deeper motivations I wasn't ready to share.He took one step forward, closing some of the distance between us, his expression shifting from stern to something that might have been concern."She's their daughter, yes. But she is also our Luna now."That word.Luna.It landed like an insult, like a physical blow to my solar plexus that drove the air from my lungs.Like a brand seared into flesh that would never heal properly.The title carried weight, responsibility, expectations that I'd never intended to honor. It implied a partnership I'd never wanted, a respect I had no intention of showing, a bond that went deeper than mere political alliance.I stood

I'd kissed her brow, tasted blood and tears and the salt of my own grief.Sworn an oath with the solemnity of a knight pledging service to his lord.Promised I'd burn them from the inside out, that I'd destroy everything they'd built, everything they loved, everything that brought them joy.Every heir.Every bond.Every name they'd carried with pride.Every child they'd raised to follow in their footsteps.And now—the girl in that photograph was my bride.Their daughter.Their precious princess.The one they'd used as a witness to Elira's fall, the one they'd positioned in that frame like she was part of the celebration.The one they gave me now as an offering, as if her body could somehow balance the scales of what they'd taken from me.As if that would ever be enough.As if anything could ever be enough.I stood with the fluid grace of a predator, every movement deliberate and controlled.Went to the fire, feeling the heat wash over my face like a blessing.Pulled the iron poker fro