All Chapters of Bound To The Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I almost told Mira to tell him no. The words formed on my tongue—sharp, final words that would slam the door in the servant's face, that would let him wait and rot in his silence until he understood what it felt like to be ignored when you needed someone most.But something twisted inside me then—a dark, bitter thing that had been growing in the shadows of my heart for weeks. And instead of retreating, instead of hiding, I found myself straightening.My spine went rigid. My chin lifted.If he wanted to see me, then fine.Let him.Let him look me in the eye and see the daughter he had sold. Let him witness what his choices had wrought."Where?" I asked, and my voice was steadier than I'd expected. Cold. Sharp enough to cut."The guest wing," Mira answered gently, as if the words themselves might wound me.I nodded once, the movement sharp and decisive. My legs carried me forward before my mind could change, before the fury in my chest could soften into something pathetic and pleading.

Something inside me snapped then—not broke, but snapped into perfect, crystalline clarity."Life?" My voice was sharp as breaking glass, cutting through his delusions like a blade. My throat was raw but I pushed the words out anyway, each one deliberate and devastating. "You call this life? You call being shackled to a man who despises me, who touches me only to humiliate me, who holds me prisoner in his home—you call that life?"My voice broke on the last word, but I forced myself to continue. "You didn't give me life. You sold me into ruin."For a moment, there was only silence. Just the ragged sound of both our breathing, the crackle of the fire, the weight of truth settling between us like a blade.His eyes—cold, flat, pitiless as winter sky—met mine without flinching. "If you were stronger, smarter, you could turn this to your advantage. A clever daughter would have already bent Kael to her will, would have made him worship the ground she walks on. But no." His lip curled in disg

His voice climbed with each word, passion and fury bleeding together until they were indistinguishable. "You could have had everything. Power, respect, a legacy that would echo through generations. Instead, you sit in that house like a ghost, letting him treat you like—""Like what?" I interrupted, my own voice rising to match his. "Like the prisoner I am? Like the sacrifice you offered up to appease him? Like the daughter you stopped loving the moment she stopped being useful to you?""Influence?" My laugh came out jagged, hollow, echoing off the walls of the room like broken glass. "What influence? Do you not see how he treats me? Do you not hear the whispers that follow me down every corridor?"I stepped toward him, my fear dissolving into something sharper, more dangerous. "They don't see me as Luna—they see me as a prisoner dressed in silk. As his toy. His proof of victory over you. They watch me at those dinners, waiting to see how long it takes before I break completely. And yo

How long had he been standing there? How much had he heard?Behind me, Father's breath rattled like a storm contained in a bottle, his anger pressing at my back like a living thing. Hot and venomous and desperate to escape. The room suddenly felt impossibly small, the walls closing in from all sides.Ahead of me, Kael's presence loomed like a wall of stone, unyielding and merciless. His dark eyes swept over the scene, taking in details with the calculating gaze of a predator assessing a situation. The expensive suit that emphasized his powerful frame. The way he held himself perfectly still, coiled tension barely contained beneath civilized veneer.Caught between them, I suddenly felt small. Smaller than I ever had before. Like a mouse caught between two cats, both deciding which one would get to play with me first.Kael's eyes swept over me, lingering on the evidence of what had transpired. They landed on the crimson mark blooming across my cheek

The admission hung in the air between them, heavy and damning. Father’s chest puffed out, his jaw setting in that stubborn line I knew so well, but he didn’t deny it. Couldn’t deny it. The words had been spoken, witnessed, and now they lingered like poison in the room.Kael tilted his head, studying my father the way one might examine an insect before crushing it beneath their heel. His eyes glinted with something sharp and dangerous, and when his lips curled, it wasn’t into a smile—it was into a sneer so dark it made my skin crawl, so predatory it sent ice flooding through my veins.“Then let me remind you,” he said, his tone dropping low and intimate, each word like a blade sliding between ribs with surgical precision, “even if that were true, even if every servant in this house stood above her… she would still be more honored than you.”The words cracked through the air like a whip, shar