All Chapters of Bound To The Cruel Alphas (SPICY): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ZANA’S POVI went to combat drills the next day. The training field was already busy when I arrived. Students gathered in groups, stretching, talking, showing off. I told myself to focus.This was just another drill. Just another fight.Then I saw them.Ken, Darren, and Percy stood near the edge of the field. They looked relaxed and confident, like they belonged everywhere without trying. They wore simple training clothes, but it didn’t hide what they were. Power radiated from them. Strength rolled off them in waves. Girls hovered nearby, laughing too loud, flipping their hair, finding excuses to stand close. Some of them openly stared.My wolf reacted instantly.She lifted her head inside me, feeling alert and restless. I felt heat spreading in my stomach at the sight of them. I hated it. I clenched my fists and forced myself to calm down.No, I told her. Not them.I kept my eyes forward, but I still saw Ken out of the corner of my vision. The way he moved. The way his presence pulle

ZANA’S POVI attended my morning class at the academy.As I walked, I held my books tight against my chest. I just learned that this particular classroom was one of the oldest buildings on the grounds.The walls were made of enchanted stone. I noticed floating runes hovering near the ceiling, glowing a bit as they recorded everything the professor said. The room was already crowded with students.I took a seat near the middle. As I sat down, I felt calmer than I had ever since I’d come here.The professor walked in moments later. He was tall and thin. He had silver hair that was pulled back neatly. His eyes looked observant. He started the lecture without wasting time.“Today,” he said, “we will discuss advanced magical theory and creature lore. Specifically, the balance between magic, instinct, and survival.”I leaned forward then opened my notebook.He spoke about some type of magic and how it existed long before refined spell work came into play. He explained that magic reacted dif

DARREN’S POV I sat in the academy common room with my friend, Marcus.He sat beside me. He talked loudly like he always did. He was bragging again. It was the same story but a different girl.“I didn’t even try this time,” Marcus said, laughing. “She got half naked for me just from my smile.”I nodded as I pretended to listen. I noticed two girls at a nearby table. They would look over at me then they would whisper. They giggled loudly. One of them flipped her hair. The other leaned forward so her neckline showed more skin. I barely noticed anymore.I had seen it all too many times.The shy smile. The fake laugh. The accidental brush of fingers.They all wanted the same thing. They all played the same game. And I always won.Not because I cared but because I was an Alpha’s son.In my head, I kept count. I didn’t care about their names but I did keep count of the numbers. It wasn’t affection. It wasn’t connection. It was boredom mixed with ego. When everything came easy, nothing felt

DARREN’S POVI looked for Zana later that evening.I couldn’t help it. I followed her. My jaw was tight. My chest felt tight too. My thoughts were tangled and angry, running over the same moments again and again - her calm face during the spar, the way she had looked at me like I wasn’t special, like I wasn’t worth fearing.I was done pretending this was nothing.Zana turned into a corridor that led toward the training wing. The moment I saw her turn, I knew that that was my chance.I moved fast. I stepped in front of her to block her path.I placed my hands against the stone walls on either side of her. The space closed instantly between us.There was no room to escape. There was no room to breathe.“We need to talk about what’s happening here,” I said.My voice sounded hard even to my own ears.She stopped short. She looked at me slowly. There was no fear in her eyes. She didn’t seem nervous at all. She looked calm, too calm.Her calmness made something twist painfully in my chest.

PERCY’S POVWhen I returned to my room that night, I tried to do what I always did when my thoughts became too loud.I worked.My room was neat and quiet. Everything was in its proper place. The books around me were all stacked by subject.I sat down at my desk and pulled out my sketchpad. The tactical puzzle I had been working on for weeks waited for me. It was complicated. The puzzle was filled with multiple pack territories, border tensions, shifting alliances and all sorts of betrayal point. I had been refining it slowly, piece by piece.I picked up my pencil.Focus.My hand moved across the page almost on its own. I was trying to draw the supply lines. It’ll help me solve the puzzle in time. As I drew, lines formed quickly. I drew circles for pack lands, arrows for movement and notes in the margins about risk and leverage.This made sense. This was who I was.But as the minutes passed, my thoughts began to drift again.No. Stop.I forced myself to think about boundary disputes. A