Todos os capítulos de BOUND TO THE RUTHLESS ALPHA : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Darius's POVI scrolled through article after article, video after video and all I kept seeing was: “The Patriarch strikes again.” Four more wolves ripped apart like they were nothing. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might crack. I could feel it deep within me, my wolf was fighting to take control, he was restless. If I stayed in here another second, I’d break something. Or someone.I slammed my laptop shut, grabbed my car keys and phone. My breaths were ragged, uneven as I walked.The moment I stepped out of my office, I pulled out my phone and dialed Sam's number.Sam was my really close friend and personal advisor in the company. He was welcomed at home and was like a brother to me. He and Dante.“Sam,” I barked the second the line connected, striding down the hall. “Meet me at the parking lot outside the office right now. I’m going to Adiba Street.”There was a pause, before Sam's voice came through. “What? Darius—Adiba Street? The Patriarch was just there! Why the he

Soraya's POV“Please, calm down, Mrs. Opaline,” I whispered, though my own voice trembled.She looked at me with wide eyes but said nothing. Dante kept driving the car at reasonable speed until it finally halted in front of the huge hospital, body written ‘’Star-like hospital’Before I could even steady myself, we were already rushing out.“Where’s Darius?” Mrs. Opaline demanded. as we reached the front desk.The nurse probably recognized her as she explained without hesitation. “He’s currently in the emergency room.”My heart clenched at those words, and we hurried down the hallway toward the glowing red sign. But as soon as we turned the corner, we saw a man standing right outside the emergency doors.“Sam!” Mrs. Opaline called, striding up to him. “How is Darius?”Sam’s expression was tense, his eyes flickering toward the closed doors behind him. “He’s inside,” he said.Just as Mrs. Opaline was about to say something, we heard a loud crash from inside.The crash sent a chill straig

Darius' POV“If not for her,” my mother told me, “your wolf would have killed those two nurses and you’d be in jail for God knows how long.”I clenched my teeth, my jaw aching as the truth bit at me. Zeus—my wolf—had gone completely out of control, he slipped past every ounce of restraint I had.Any time he broke free like that, cornered, no amount of spell could stop him. But now, all she did was touch me. She didn't even have to hug me, and Zeus calmed down like some damn puppy.The thought made me grind my teeth harder. Nothing had ever worked before. The elders had tried binding spells. The shamans had tried suppressants. I had been locked, chained, forced into submission more times than I wanted to count. None of it had tamed him.And yet this girl… she didn’t have to hug me, didn’t even have to speak words of command. She just touched me, and the rage in Zeus melted.It burned in my chest, the idea of it made it seem like she was the master, and I was some beast that would sit w

Soraya's POVI dragged the broom across the stone path, the dry leaves making a rattle noise as they piled to the side. Irene bent down beside me, gathering them into a basket.“Wow, you’re really good at this, Miss.” She said, surprised.We were busy sweeping the garden and getting rid of the fallen and withered leaves.I gave her a small smile, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “We did this a lot back at the orphanage. This is nothing compared to the kind of work we did there.”Chantelle paused, her broom resting against her shoulder. “Orphanage? You grew up in one?”I nodded. “Yes. I grew up in an orphanage. But…” I hesitated, “…later, I forcefully ended up at the brothel.”Their eyes widened, but I continued. “At the orphanage, we worked every day. Woke up at five a.m. to cook, to clean, to take care of everything. And when I turned nineteen, not so long ago, the woman who ran it didn’t want to keep us anymore. She loaded some of us into a van, and before we knew it… we were

Soraya's POV“And you?” I spoke, glaring straight at her, “you don’t seem like you have a mate to me.”Emily’s fist clenched. “What did you say to me?”I tilted my head, unbothered. “Am I wrong?”Her eyes narrowed. “Look, this is not about me. It’s about you and I hate you to bits.”I let out a humorless laugh. “Listen, Emily, your hate means nothing to me. I don’t like you. You don’t like me. Fine. So why can’t you just let me be?”She crossed her arms across her chest. “I will let you be the moment you leave this house.”“Hm. Whatever. So, the moment I leave this house,” I repeated, rI rolled my eyes, looking at her directly. “Whoever trained you didn’t really do a good job. Because you have a really bad character. Brat.”Her teeth ground together. “Did you just call me a brat?”I took a deep breath. I was already done with this nonsense. “Listen, Emily. We’ve been at this for too long, okay? You’re the one who’s been such a brat. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have stomped on my fee