All Chapters of BLOODBOUND: THE LAST MATE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

11DISBELIEF Milo POV She walked closer, her steps silent against the earth, and every movement she made felt too smooth, too unnatural, like she was gliding rather than walking.Then she stopped. Close enough. Too close. Her eyes remained locked on Lena.“You smell like fate,” Nyra whispered.Lena stiffened. I stepped forward again instantly, blocking Nyra’s view.“Back away,” I ordered, my voice hardening. “Or I’ll make you.”Nyra looked at me slowly, then laughed again.“You?” she asked, mockingly. “You will make me?”She lifted a hand lazily, like she was brushing dust off the air.“You are brave,” she admitted. “I like brave wolves. They die with pride.”The insult sparked something feral inside me. My wolf growled, and my eyes burned with heat.“Enough games,” I snapped. “You said she belongs to you. Explain yourself.”Nyra’s lips curled into another strange smile.“She belongs to me,” Nyra repeated, “because she is mine to shape.”Lena frowned.“That makes no sense,” she said

THE SECOND MARKLena POVThe forest was no longer quiet.It was as though the night itself had been offended—twisted into rage by the presence that had spoken from nowhere and struck us down with wind that felt less like nature and more like punishment. My body trembled as I lay on the cold forest floor, my lungs burning, my throat raw from the scream I didn’t even remember releasing.My palms pressed into the soil as I tried to push myself up. But my arms shook violently.The wind had not only thrown me down—it had stolen something from me, something invisible but essential, like my balance, my courage, even my certainty that the world was still normal.“Milo…” I whispered hoarsely.My voice sounded small, pathetic, swallowed by the restless air.Beside me, Milo groaned and rolled to his side, his face tightening with pain. He forced himself up on one knee, breathing heavily, his eyes scanning the darkness like a predator searching for the enemy that had dared to touch his territory.

TEMPORAL JOYLena’s POVThe night did not feel real anymore.It felt like a dream that had slipped out of someone else’s mind and fallen directly into my hands—heavy, burning, impossible to ignore. The Red Moon hovered above us like a silent judge, its crimson glow pouring down on the sacred grounds, staining every face, every tree, every breath with the color of prophecy.I stood in the center of it all, trembling, my wrist still burning as though the mark had been carved into my flesh with fire.The crowd was no longer silent. It was alive—restless, buzzing, shaken.Whispers collided with gasps. Murmurs rose like waves crashing against stone. Wolves who had once mocked me now stared as though I had become a mystery they could not solve.“She has a second mark…”“That’s impossible.”“The elders have never seen this…”“She was rejected, but fate chose her again.”Every word struck my ears, but none of them truly entered my mind. Because my attention was fixed on the figure walking tow

THE WEIGHT OF DESTINYLena’s POVThe world had not stopped spinning since Ronin stepped forward. If anything, it had begun to spin faster—too fast for my mind to properly catch up.Even after the murmurs faded into the background and the crowd began to disperse in fragments of shock and excitement, I still stood there like someone trapped between reality and a dream. My palm was pressed unconsciously against the mark on my arm, as though I could rub away the truth that had branded itself into my skin.A second mate. It still sounded unreal in my head.It still sounded like the kind of story people told in taverns at night—stories about rare wolves, about destiny bending for chosen ones, about blessings that came once in a century.But the burning sensation on my skin reminded me it wasn’t a myth. It was me. It was my life.And it was happening in front of everyone. Ronin had spoken only a few words to me in the midst of the chaos—quiet, controlled words that somehow carried more powe

THE SECOND BEGINNINGLena’s POVRonin walked beside me with the kind of calm that made the world around us feel smaller. The council hall was still behind us, full of murmurs, judgment, and gossip, but with every step I took beside him, those voices became less important—less powerful. It was as though his presence built an invisible wall around me, shielding me from everything that once wounded me.We walked past the tall pillars of the council building and into the open air outside. The sky above was pale and bright, yet the breeze carried a chill that reminded me that the Red Moon season was still close, still hovering like a shadow over the pack’s future. The compound was busy, but people parted slightly as we passed, their eyes lingering on us with curiosity and disbelief.Some stared at Ronin with respect. Others stared at me with shock. And for the first time in my life, I did not shrink beneath their gaze. I did not bow my head. I did not rush to disappear. Because Ronin was b