All Chapters of Bound To The Cruel Alphas (SPICY): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AISHA’S POVIt was late evening.Most of the students had gone to their dormitories by now. The study rooms were empty. The common areas were quiet. I had timed this deliberately.I sat at the desk in my room with the door locked.I took out a sheet of paper. I had brought this paper myself. I hid it secretly in my things.I did it because it was a particular kind of paper. This one was very thin and pale. It was made from a plant that I knew only by the name my source had given me. It had the property of absorbing ink in a way that could not be detected by standard magical scanning. It was the kind of thing you paid a whole lot of money for. It was the kind of thing you used only when you needed communication that no one else could find.I set my pen down first and looked at the blank page for a moment.There was always a moment like this, before I wrote to her. it wasn’t hesitation, exactly. It was more like the pause before you step into water that you know is cold. You know you ar

ZANA'S POVAldwyn guided us through the first exercise slowly. He showed every step carefully, like he believed doing it right mattered more than doing it fast. The instructions sounded simple. Connect to your source. For pack wolves, that meant finding the thread of the pack bond. For wolves without a pack, it meant reaching inward to the primal self. Then shape that energy into something small and controlled. Release it above your palm so it turns into light — just light. Nothing dramatic. Just proof that the three steps worked together.Simple in theory.The room proved very quickly that theory and reality were not the same thing.All around me, people started trying. Two boys in the back couldn’t get anything to happen and started whispering to each other. A girl to my left managed a tiny spark, but it died almost instantly. She looked annoyed. Across the room, someone produced a steady glow and looked way too proud of themselves. That kind of self-satisfaction always made me tire

KEN’S POVThe archive room wasn’t big.Every wall was covered with shelves from floor to ceiling. The books were packed tightly together, organized in that careful way that only happens when generations of people build a system meant to last longer than they do. Everything had its place. Everything had been sorted by someone who believed order mattered.I stood in the center of the room holding my lamp and tried to decide where to begin. I had to find out what was up with Zana.It was something big, I could tell.I started with bloodlines. That was the most logical thing to start with. A wolf’s power was in the bloodline most time. Specifically, pre-Compact bloodlines. The records from before the great consolidation of pack territories. Before wolves were gathered neatly under the system that exists now, before the hierarchy, before my father sat at the top of it.Back then, the wolf population had been more divided. It was more varied. Not all wolves had belonged to packs the way th

AISHA’S POVI’ve been doing this since my first week here. I’d been watching and collecting information. I’ve always done it that way -paying attention to the things people don’t realize they’re showing.I keep track of schedules. Habits. Patterns.I know Ken comes to breakfast exactly twenty minutes before his brothers every morning. He sits alone at the end of the royal table with a book open beside his plate. He eats slowly. He reads between bites. No one bothers him. That tells me he uses that time to think. It also tells me he hates being interrupted.I know Darren is sharpest in the late afternoon during physical training. That’s when he’s most alert, most alive. But in the evenings his focus drops fast — unless something truly surprises him. And almost nothing ever does.I know Percy spends every Thursday evening in the upper library. He reads things that are obscure and oddly specific. The kind of subjects that don’t really help anyone socially or politically. Which means thos

DARREN’S POVI have a gift.That’s not me being arrogant. It’s just the truth. Some people are good at strategy. Some people are good with books. Some people can walk into a room and make everyone feel their authority without even speaking. That’s Ken. Books are Percy’s thing.Me? I’m good at people.More specifically, I’m good at women. I’ve been good at them for so long that it doesn’t even feel like a skill anymore. It feels like breathing. Natural. Automatic.It’s not just about looks, even though I know I have those too. It’s something else. The way I move through a room. The way I lean in when someone talks, like they have my full attention. The way I know exactly when to joke, when to lower my voice, when to let silence stretch just long enough that the other person starts filling it with things they didn’t plan to say.I figured out early that most people just want to be seen. And if you make someone feel like you’re the only one who’s really looking at them, they start wantin