All Chapters of Bonded To The Alpha God of War : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Before dawn, Lucien sat hunched over the map, candlelight flicking across the paper. Pins marked the borders, threads ran between outposts, and his thumb traced the western ridge where the young Alpha men had attacked. Every now and then his mind snagged on the image of the captive general… the way molten lava had seared beneath that man’s skin… the image gnawed at him. He pushed the memory down and returned to the map. Strategy did not wait for horror to be understood.The tent flap snapped open. The General of the Western Central Borders stepped inside, bowed sharply, and announced, “Alpha. The healer of the Western Border brings his report on your request.”A narrow-shouldered man in plain robes followed, bowed. Lucien stopped, lifted his head slowly. His gaze locked on the healer… a look sharp enough to strip away every lie.The healer’s voice was calm, but underneath it carried the weight of something unsettled.“Yes, my lord,” the healer began, his voice low. “I did all that wa

Lucien stood unmoving long after Anana had stormed out, the echo of the slammed door fading into the stillness. His fury did not flare… it coiled into silence and control. The faint light caught the sharp line of his jaw, the storm in his eyes buried beneath an icy calm that was far more dangerous than rage. Then, without another word, he turned and strode out of his chambers, the air behind him heavy with the chill of restrained wrath.…Anana’s footsteps echoed down the corridor… it was swift, uneven and filled with fury. Her heart pounded against her ribs, every breath jagged as she reached her room and slammed the door hard. The sound cracked through the silence, but still it wasn’t enough to ease the storm inside her.Her fingers trembled as they went to her hair, yanking the bun loose until it fell in disheveled waves across her face. She dragged her fingers through the strands, pushing them back behind her ears, but her vision was already blurred with tears she refused to let f

While tension clawed through the central borders of the Crimson Blood Pack and Lucien’s warriors moved like restless shadows beneath the scent of steel and smoke, the Crescent Moon Pack was basked in a deceptive calm. The air there was warmer, softer… almost serene yet beneath its peace, the wind carried a hush too still, as though the land itself was aware of the storm already on its way.Alpha Kade stood at the threshold, a faint smile curving his lips as he watched his Luna, Mira, sitting before the mirror. The brush in her hand glided through her long, silken hair, catching the morning light.He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, his gaze soft with admiration. For a moment, he allowed himself to forget the tensions outside his pack walls… to simply watch her.Mira paused, sensing his presence, and turned with a smile that reached her eyes. “You’ve been standing there for a while,” she said teasingly.“Can’t help it,” Kade replied, walking in. His voice carried the warmth o

The moment Elia returned to her chamber in the guest quarters, the silence felt heavier than before. She shut the door behind her, leaned against it, and exhaled slowly. The faint scent of burning oil filled the room. She crossed to her bed and let herself fall backward against the soft furs, her eyes fixed on the carved ceiling above her.Her mind refused to rest. Her thoughts circled the same impossible question. How could they send words to Lyra? How could they reach the one person within the Crescent Moon’s walls… surrounded by watchful eyes and listening shadows? One wrong move, one stray word, and everything… everyone they were trying to save would be lost.The thought circled her over and over again. Every idea she had ended in disaster… intercepted messages, exposed plans, lives lost.Her arm draped across her forehead as she sighed, staring blankly. The wood carvings above her seemed to shift in the flickering lamplight… wolves, moons and ancient symbols watched her as though

The seamstress’s carriage rolled through the gates of the Crescent Moon Pack under the early glow of the morning sun.Guards bowed low in greeting, their movements measured, respectful. The seamstress nodded through her veil, concealing her expression as her driver halted the carriage at the familiar courtyard.Her driver climbed down and began unloading the boxes one by one onto the long wooden table that had been prepared for her. This table was always hers, her small kingdom of fabrics and threads. She set to work at once, unfolding the gowns with steady hands, arranging them in neat, elegant rows.The air was soon filled with laughter and excitement. The females of the Crescent Moon Pack gathered quickly, their chatter bubbling like a stream. Silken dresses shimmered in the morning light… bright blues, soft pinks, golden embroidery glinting under the sunlight.“Oh, these are beautiful!” one of them gushed, holding up a gown shimmering with blue and gold threads.Another laughed so