All Chapters of Bonded To The Alpha God of War : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

From inside his coat, he pulled out a small box. The dark velvet glimmered faintly in the fading light as he placed it before her. “A gift,” he said quietly. “To prove what words cannot.”Mira’s fingers hovered above the box before she slowly opened it. Her breath hitched. Nestled inside black satin lay a necklace so delicate and fierce it seemed impossible to carry both at once, it was unlike any she had ever seen… a slim chain of white-gold thread interwoven with a soft glimmer of moonstones and sapphires with a pendant that held a single, tear-shaped stone. The gem wasn’t purely white nor purely the blues of deep water; it seemed to drink in light and give it back softened. Tiny delicate vines wrapped the stone in silver, intricate enough to have been made by a jeweled hand that knew the language of heads turned and hearts persuaded.“Kade…” she whispered, her voice barely steady.He smiled faintly, the tenderness in his eyes raw and unguarded. “It was forged by the silversmiths of

The next morning dawned with a gentleness Lyra had almost forgotten existed. When her eyes fluttered open, the heaviness that had haunted her nights was gone. For once, her chest felt light… her heart unburdened. The shadows that used to cling to her thoughts had lifted with the night.She lay there for a few seconds, just breathing, letting the softness of the dawn seep into her bones. Sleep had always been an enemy, it had been shallow, restless, broken by every echo of thought. But not last night. Last night had been… peaceful. Real peace. It was as if the Moon Goddess herself had cradled her mind and whispered, Rest now, child. You’ve done what must be done.Lyra stretched beneath her thin blanket, a small yawn escaping her lips, light and kitten-like. She rubbed her eyes, smiling faintly to herself. The air smelled fresh of sweet earth and distant dew. For the first time in days, she felt alive again.She rose, her bare feet brushing softly against the floor. Walking toward the s

The garden outside Luna Mira’s chambers shimmered in the soft glow of afternoon light. Roses bloomed in neat rows, their petals bleeding shades of red and blush. The air was warm, fragrant with earth and flowers, while the butterflies flitted lazily across the trimmed hedges, and in the center of it all, under a white gazebo veiled with trailing vines, sat Luna Mira.She was dressed in a flowing red robe that caught the light. Her posture was flawless, serene, regal as she lifted a porcelain cup of tea to her lips, her eyes lowered in calm thought.From afar, the seamstress followed two guards down the narrow stone path that cut through the garden. Her steps were quiet, cautious, her fingers twisting slightly against her skirt.When they reached the gazebo, Mira’s cup paused mid-air. The faintest sound of footsteps drew her attention, not a glance yet, only a subtle stillness. Then, she lowered the cup gracefully, setting it on the small carved table beside her. Slowly, her gaze rose,

The night felt endless, Elia entered her room, the gray light of the moon pouring through the window. In her palm lay the piece of gray lilac fabric the raven had delivered. She closed the door behind her softly, leaning against it for a moment as her heart thudded against her ribs.“This is it,” she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible in the stillness. “Lyra… please let this be good news.”Her fingers curled tighter around the fabric as she crossed slowly to the bed. Sitting on the edge, she stared at the delicate scrap like it held the answer to everything.“What if it means the escape will work?” she murmured, half to herself, half to the quiet air. “Or… what if it means all we’ve done…” she stopped, her throat tightening, “...was for nothing?”The silence pressed closer. Sleep that had once eluded her now felt impossibly far away.She pushed herself up, restless. Her feet moved without thought… first to the window, then back to the bed, then to the far wall, her s

Moments later, they stepped out into the fading light. The evening breeze brushed softly against their faces. The seamstress followed them to the front door. She embraced Anana first… tight, lingering, full of the wordless gratitude of one who knew the worth of what she carried. Then she turned and hugged Elia, whispering, “Save them."Elia nodded, her voice steady but low. “We will.”They stepped back, and the seamstress stood in her doorway as Anana and Elia mounted their horses. With a sharp tug at the reins, the horses neighed, rearing slightly before setting off down the stone road.Anana turned once, looking back at the seamstress. For a moment, their gazes met across the quiet distance.The seamstress stayed there, her hands clasped at her heart, watching until they disappeared beyond the trees. Only then did she whisper softly to the wind,“May the Moon protect them all.”Then she turned, closing her door gently behind her.…Days had passed, and finally, the day of the delive