All Chapters of Bonded To The Alpha God of War : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sun had barely risen when Anana opened her eyes, her body already aching from wounds that had not even formed yet. It was the kind of ache that settled deep into the bones, whispering promises of more pain to come. Every morning was like this now, a quiet, dreadful waiting. Not for the day to begin, but for the night to end.Elia moved around the room in silence, drawing the curtains slowly as if she could delay the arrival of reality. The sheets were already stained from the night before. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, metallic and cruel."How are you feeling today, Luna?" Elia asked, her voice soft and sad.Anana gave a tired smile. "Like I survived a war that keeps repeating itself."She sat up, wincing as her side throbbed. A scar ran across her ribcage, it was fresh, angry, and unhealed. It joined a growing map of pain on her body, each one etched from a night her husband spent in someone else's arms."You shouldn't have to live like this," Elia whispered, folding

After completing his agenda.He turned and walked away, his guards following in ghostly silence.The room erupted in gasps and whispers.Mira hissed, “She’s manipulating you!”But Kade didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t fight.He let her go.Anana’s voice cut one final time through the noise. “I loved you. I bore your name. I gave you every part of me. And when I bled for you, you didn’t flinch.”“I reject you, Alpha Kade”She turned her back on them all.Knowing she's no longer his anymore. And he'd be killed if he ever claimed her.“I reject you, Luna Anana” He sparked loud enough for her to hear.And with that, she walked away towards the God of War, toward the unknown, toward freedom or ruin. Anything was better than being forgotten in her own home.She didn’t look back.…The sun hadn’t yet risen. The sky was painted in shades of pale indigo and soft gray, the air thick with silence that weighed down on the pack like a burial shroud. Anana stood at the edge of the main courtyard,

Anana’s jaw was tight as steel when she walked into the East Court for the first time since she became Lucien's prisoner.The air felt heavier, suffocating and laced with ancient dominance. Shadows clung to the corners like watchful spirits, and the light filtering through the high arched windows looked almost reluctant to touch her skin.She wasn’t stupid. She knew the stories.Every woman brought here by Lucien met the same fate vanishing without a trace, swallowed whole by the God of War’s fortress. None were seen again. No letters. No graves. Just rumors.And now here she was.But unlike them, Anana didn’t have anyone waiting for her return. No one would come searching. No pack. No family. Not even the man who was supposed to love her.She had nothing to lose.So she wouldn't be pushed around.She stepped boldly across the marble floor, head held high, heart thudded like an untamable storm in her chest. They could glare all they wanted. Let them try. If death was coming for her, sh

Lucien stood motionless just beyond the door, the weight of it behind him pressing like stone against his spine.Anana’s image clung to him not in temptation, not even pity but in a way that crawled beneath his skin. Scarred. Exposed. Fragile in the cruelest sense. Her pain wasn’t new to him, he’d witnessed agony, inflicted it even but this was different.This was personal.“What kind of man does that to his wife?” he muttered under his breath, voice like gravel. “What kind of husband lets her break… and calls it love?”His jaw tightened, fist coiled into his hand. The hallway stretched before him silent, dim, indifferent but the fury building in his chest was anything but.Something in him had shifted.For a heartbeat, he truly saw her—beyond the bruises, beyond the brokenness. Even beneath the scars, Anana was breathtaking. Striking in a way that had nothing to do with perfection.And that unsettled him more than any scream could have.Because beauty born from pain had a way of hau

The morning sun spilled through the windows in long, golden streams like fingers of fire gently pulling the room from sleep.Anana hadn’t slept.She did but it was always shortened, as her dreams were clouded with Lucien eyes.Not because of fear but because her thoughts had refused to rest. Her mind danced in circles, repeating every word she’d said, every scar the healer had touched, and every look Lucien had given her in the East Court.She finally sat by the window, her knees pulled up to her chest staring at the landscape of the Crimson Blood, when a knock startled her into alertness.It was too early for the healer and the knock was far too firm, too commanding to be Ira.She walked toward the door, opened it and froze in place, breath catching mid-motion.Lucien stood there, imposing and unreadable. Clad in a black leather tunic strapped with silver buckles, he looked like a storm held barely at bay. The wind tugged at his black hair as if rehearsed, but his storm blue eyes fou