Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To The Cruel Alphas (SPICY): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ZANA’S POVThe sky was still pale when I opened my eyes.My wolf form moved easily through the woods. My coat’s brown colour sparkled in the sun. People said my wolf was a rare sight. They called me beautiful but frightening. I didn’t think about that much. All I cared about was keeping my pack safe.“Stay close,” I told my warriors through the mind link.They respected me. Even though I was young, they listened. My father, Alpha Ryker, had trained me well. I was his daughter and his second in command. The border patrol was quiet this morning, too quiet.We walked for a while before I caught the scent. It was a dirty smell. Rogue. I knew that instantly. I raised my head and sniffed again to be sure.“Someone’s here,” I said.I ran forward. The scent grew stronger until I saw him. He was a lone wolf crouching by the edge of the border. His fur was rough and his eyes were wild. He didn’t belong here.“You crossed into Bloodmoon territory,” I growled, stepping closer. “So, this is the f

ZANA’S POVI woke to pain.I felt cold metal against my skin. There was blood crusted in my hair. My wrists were bound with chains. My body ached with every breath.I was in a cage. A moving one. It kept rattling over uneven earth. I blinked against the morning sun. There were soldiers outside, laughing.“She’s awake,” one said, nudging his friend.I didn’t speak. I stared. I memorized their faces, their uniforms, the smugness in their eyes. I would not forget. Ever.“Pretty little thing,” one of them said. “it’s a shame we’ll have to kill her.”“Nah,” the other replied, “Alpha said she’s to be sold. She’s too beautiful to waste. You know the nobles love exotic pets.”They were talking like I wasn’t there. Like I wasn’t a person. I said nothing. I didn’t cry. Didn’t beg.I sat in silence and vowed to rip them all apart someday.When we reached the Alpha’s castle, the sun had already begun to set again. Massive black gates stood in front of us. I was dragged out of the cage like an ani

ZANA’S POVI should have known they’d set a trap for me.The moment the guards stepped from the shadows, my heart sank—but my wolf rose.We fight, she growled. We fight until we fall.And so I did.I lunged at the first guard before he could blink. My fists and claws struck his jaw with a loud crack. He went down hard. Another swung at me, but I ducked low, drove my elbow into his gut, and slammed my knee into his face. He dropped too. The third tried to grab me from behind—I turnedm snarled, and headbutted him so hard his nose exploded with blood.For a moment, I thought—maybe. Maybe I could make it.But there were too many.Hands grabbed my arms, my waist, my hair. My legs kicked, teeth snapped, but they kept coming, five, six, ten against one. They pinned me down in no time.“LET GO!” I roared. “I’ll kill you all!”They ignored me. they dragged me back inside. My heels scraped over polished stone floors. My body strained against their hold. My chest heaved. I could feel the fury b

AISHA’S POVShock hit me hard, but I did not let it show.I stood among the girls, smiling softly, trying to breathe normally while my mind raced. Zana was here…at the Academy of all places.But how?Fate had a cruel sense of humor. I had not expected to see her face again, not after everything. Not here in a place as prestigious as this. How did she pull it off?I did not reveal myself. Not then. Not yet.Zana must not know I was here. A least, for now. That was the first rule I set for myself the moment I saw her. Surprise was a weapon, and I intended to use it,I reminded myself of what I had learned long ago: the best traps never looked like traps. They looked like accidents. Like bad choices. Like people destroying themselves.I would let Zana do exactly that.I stayed where I was, among the elite girls who had already accepted me into their circle. I laughed when they laughed. I asked questions that made me seem curious, new, impressed. I tilted my head when they spoke about the

ZANA’S POVI went for the last class of the day – combat training.Combat training took place at the far edge of the Academy grounds. The field was wide. I liked it better than the halls. Out here, there was less pretending.Besides, I used to be a warrior in my dad’s pack. I loved to fight.Students lined up in rows, stretching, talking, sizing each other up. I stood alone at the end of one line, rolling my shoulders. I could feel every single stare on my back. Combat class was probably the only class in this academy where strength mattered.The instructor stepped forward. He was tall and he looked experienced, like someone who had fought more battles than I could count. He had old scars on his arms and neck. They looked like they were earned.“Listen carefully,” he said. “This is controlled combat. Not a brawl. You will strike to disable, not to kill. You stop when I say stop. You use your head before your strength.”Everyone went silent.He continued, demonstrating grips, pressure