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Chapter 21 – Splinters of Guilt

(Cole’s POV)Like ash, the taste of whiskey clung unto my tongue. With my face pressed against the edge of the mattress, I rose up with my head pounding so hard that it felt like a drumbeat inside my skull. With every breathe I took, my stomach rolled. For just a moment, I couldn’t move, I refused to take another breathe. I didn’t dare to remember.But memory has a cruel way of forcing itself through cracks.Her name. Her voice. A whisper through the wood of her door.“Cole?”I squeezed my eyes shut, a groan tearing out of me. I hadn’t gone inside. I hadn’t touched her. But I had wanted to. God, I really wanted to. Last night, the bond has burned so hot, it urge me to cross that line again. It was only with the faintest shred of willpower and the burn of liquor in my gut that had been the only thing to keep him away.I stared at the ceiling beams while I rolled onto my back. The cabin smelled faintly of smoke and stale drink. My knuckles ached raw from pounding them against the

Chapter 22 – Roots in the Storm

(Ella’s POV)The morning broke with a thin veil of mist curling between the trees, softening the edges of the world. Ella sat on the edge of her bed, her blanket wrapped around her shoulders, she watched the pale light seep through the cabin window. Her body begged her for more rest, but her mind refused to take the luxury. Sleep had become a fragile thing, easily disturbed by the heavy weight pressing on her chest each night—the mate bond’s silent pull, the murmur of whispers that never truly left her.So she reached towards her sketchbook. The pencil scratched faintly against the page, sketching petals and stems with careful strokes. There were wildflowers again, their roots stretching longer than before, they twisted so deep into the soil. Once, Her hand had trembled, but she had manage to keep it steady, pressing harder until the lines were all bold and dark. If she could not control the bond, or Cole, or the cruel mouths of the pack, then this is what she could definitely contr

Chapter 23 – A Quiet Strength

(Ella’s POV)The pale light of dawn crept across the cabin floor, spilling warmth where Ella’s sketchbook still lay tucked beneath her pillow. She lay awake, staring at the beams of light, while listening to the hush of the waking forest. Her whispered vow from the night before still lingered in her chest, it was fragile but still alive: Even if he never chooses me, I refuse to falter, I will still stand my ground.That was enough to give her enough strength to rise.She dressed with deliberate care, she braided her hair back neatly, she pulled on boots, and tried smoothing the front of her simple dress. In routine, there was power, in making the chose to face the day instead of hiding from it. She had spent too many mornings curled up in shadows, but she wouldn’t do that today. But not anymore.When she stepped outside, the air was crisp and sweet, the sky was still tinged with pale gray. She made her way toward the mess hall, her pace were steady, her shoulders squared. The usual

Chapter 24 – The Poison in Her Veins

(Sasha’s POV)Sasha leaned against the railing of the pack house balcony, her fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against the polished wood. Below her, the courtyard bustled with activity, wolves carrying tools, younger pups darting in and out of training yards, the air thick with the scent of sweat and pine. But Sasha’s eyes weren’t on them, instead they were fixed on Ella.The little human moved through the courtyard with a basket balanced on her hip. Despite the whispers circling all around her like smoke, her steps were still steady. Normally, Sasha would have smirked, she would have expected to see her flinch, shrink, or even disappear into herself the way she had always done. But this morning… something was clearly different.Ella didn’t falter or cower.Instead she carried herself with her head held up high, when the whispers became sharp, her gaze remained calm. She didn’t fight back, she didn’t bite back— at least not exactly—but she didn’t cower either.Sasha grip on th

Chapter 25 – Web of Lies

(Sasha’s POV)The pack-house hummed with the usual chaos of morning activities, boots clattering down the stairs, laughter and arguments spilling through the halls, the sharp scent of bacon wafting from the kitchen. Sasha walked through it like a queen surveying her kingdom, her head held high, her lips curved in a poised, practiced smile. Wolves dipped their heads in greeting, some bowing lower than necessary, eager for her approval.She rewarded them with a cool nod, her heart thrumming with satisfaction. This was how it‘s supposed to be. Her at the center, her at the crown, her steps carving the path that the pack followed. Not Ella. Never should it be Ella.And yet, the whispers were beginning. She heard them at the corners of conversations, they were questions about fate, about the human girl who bore the mate bond with Cole. Small murmurs now, but murmurs had a way of growing, of solidifying into loyalty if not smothered.Sasha would not let them grow.She started with her i

Chapter 26 – Whispers in the Dark

(Ella’s POV)The pack-house corridors felt narrower these days. Every time Ella walked through them, it was as if the walls leaned closer, the shadows deeper, the whispers sharper.They thought she didn’t hear them, but she actually did.“She’ll never be able to last.”“Human blood can’t lead us.”“Cole deserves better than to be bond to her, a mere human.”The words clung to her skin like burrs, impossible to shake. She learned to keep her gaze low, to smile politely, to slip into corners where their eyes couldn’t cut so deep at her. But the whispers still followed, when she pressed over her pillow at night, the words still curled into her ears.Still, each morning Ella rose. She forced herself to braid her hair, to wash her face, to take measured breaths and step into the day. Because to stop acting untouched by their words, would be she admitting defeat and in her lifetime, she has done enough surrendering in her life, now she refuse to do that again.That morning, she join

Chapter 27 – The Weight of Silence

(Ella’s POV)The days bled together in muted colors—gray skies, the brown of muddy boots tracking through the hallways, the cold stone walls of the pack house se that seemed to close tighter with every passing hour. Ella carried herself through them quietly, one step after another, a shadow pressed into the background of her own life.She had learnt long ago that silence was a safer option. Silence kept tempers cool, kept Sasha’s claws dulled, kept Cole from looking at her with that burning resentment that still managed to hurt more than Sasha’s sharpest insult.And yet, silence was heavy.It weighed on her chest when she passed groups of wolves who lowered their voices mid-laughter the moment she approached. It pressed down when she stood at the edge of the training grounds, pretending she was busy with laundry just so she didn’t have to admit she wasn’t invited to join. It filled her ears at night, when the bond hummed faintly with Cole’s restless storm, reminding her she was tie

Chapter 28 – The Bond’s Chains

(Cole’s POV)The whiskey still burned on his tongue.Cole strode through the darkened corridors of the pack house, his hands balled into fists, the bond tugging at his chest like a leash he could never be able to break free from. He hated it. Hated the way it dragged him back to her door no matter how many times he swore he wouldn’t go back there. He hated the way her scent—soft, human, fragile—lingered in his lungs even now, even after he had spat his bitterness in her face.Tonight, He had seen the way she looked at him. He gaze were calm,steady, unflinching. She hadn’t shouted back at him. She hadn’t even wept. She just stood there, small and breakable, and told him the truth he which he couldn’t deny.I never thought you did.Her voice echoed in his skull.Damn her for being correct.He wanted to drown the memory in another glass, but no amount of liquor could blur the sharp sting of guilt he was feeling. Because as much as he despised this union, despised fate for shackling

Chapter 29 – Fractures in the Silence

(Ella’s POV)The morning light pressed thinly through the cabin curtains, pale and cold against the floorboards. Ella woke slowly, her limbs felt heavy, her chest aching with a dull pressure that wasn’t entirely her own.The bond hummed faintly—like a taut string vibrating beneath her skin. She didn’t understand things the the way the wolves did. She couldn’t sense detail, not clearly. But she felt something: agitation, unrest, a heaviness in the air that wasn’t born of her own thoughts.Cole.Even in her dreams, she hadn’t been able to escape him. And now, in the fragile quiet of dawn, his turmoil seeped into her like an uninvited guest.Ella sat up, pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders. She closed her eyes, pressing a hand to her chest, willing the sensation to fade away. But it still lingered stubbornly, as if the bond wanted to remind her that no matter how many vows she whispered to herself, she could never be able to completely untether from him.“At least, Not

Chapter 30 – The Alpha’s Son Under Fire

(Cole’s POV)When Cole crossed the sparring yard, it was alive with noise of warriors training. His boots crunched against the packed dirt. Warriors lunged and clashed in the morning frost, their grunts echoing beneath the tall pines. To anyone watching, he looked every inch the Alpha’s heir—his shoulders squared, his jaw tight, his stride unyielding.But beneath his skin, the bond throbbed like a bruise.Ella.This morning, He could feel her steadiness. It was muted but it was real and it unsettled him. For weeks now, he had watched her wilt under Sasha’s sneers, under his own venom. Yet now, something was finally changing. She wasn’t breaking down. She was… holding on to her ground.The thought irritated him more than it should have.He passed two warriors who were resting by the rail. Their voices dropped, but not fast enough.“Poor girl,” one muttered. “Thrown to him like scraps.”“Scraps?” the other scoffed. “She’s lucky. He could’ve rejected her. Alpha’s blood doesn’t bel

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