Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bonded To The Alpha God of War : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The morning air was sharp, crisp with the tang of pine and threaded with something ancient, something wilder.Anana entered into the courtyard, her steps slowing as her gaze found him, Lucien. He was already mounted on a powerful black stallion. He looked like he was carved from the shadows and steel. His hunting gear molded to his frame, like second skin, every detail of him radiating like the untouchable Alpha he was. Shadows curled beneath his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept, but his presence remained unshakable and dominant, like a storm that refused to be calm.Anana’s breath caught in her throat as Lucien’s eyes locked onto hers.He looked at her briefly, his eyes wandering to how well the outfit complemented Anana’s body but he didn't mutter a word, he just gave a firm, silent nod of his chin, motioning to the chestnut mare saddled nearby.Anana swallowed hard, her gaze shifting to chestnut mare. That’s... mine?The mare looked restless, her hooves tapping against the stone. Anana

The forest fell quiet.Not the silence of peace but the aftermath of violence.Lucien stood there, blood dripping from his fists, his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, rage and something darker simmering beneath his skin as his eyes locked on Anana through the shadows.She hadn’t moved from the bush.She couldn’t.She watched him like he was a storm wearing human skin, untamed , unpredictable and terrifyingly beautiful. There was blood on his cheek. A smear darkened the sharp line of his collarbone. His breathing slowed but that energy, that raw power radiating from him hadn't dimmed the slightest.He didn’t speak neither did she.He stepped toward her slowly. Not as the brutal Alpha who had just spilled blood with his bare hands. But as a man stripped bare of power and fury. There was something raw and unspoken, something even he couldn’t yet name in his eyes.His eyes searched hers, heavy with concern, laced with possession and beneath it all, the stirring of something… deeper

The night was still young, yet the moon spilled its quiet light through the high window like a lover's caress into the room, casting silver lines across the bed where Anana lay. Her bare skin, warm and flushed, was tangled loosely in soft white bed sheets that clung to her curves like whispers.She stirred in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her parted lips as a slow-burning heat travelled through her, molten and steady as dreams of Lucien crept into her thoughts like smoke, curling through the corners of her consciousness with the intimacy of a touch. She could feel the way his strong hand had wrapped around her waist with quiet possessiveness, pulling her close to the hard lines of his chest. Her body, even in sleep, remembered the heat of him. The steady thrum of his heartbeat pressed against her spine, she could still feel his breath at the back of her neck. Her breath hitched in the dream, lips parting soft and an helpless moan escaped her lips free.A part of her scolded herself

The moment Lucien left, Anana felt a strange emptiness settle over her chest. The intense atmosphere of the training ground suddenly pressed harder against her. The clang of wooden swords sounded sharper, the grunts of combat of the fighters grew louder.Some of the she-wolves shot her stares as sharp as blades, cutting glances, stares full of judgment or maybe something far worse from across the field. Their eyes raked over her like she didn't belong, an imposter on the soil, they had claimed with blood and sweat. But every time Anana turned her gaze to meet theirs, their eyes darted away quickly.Just as the weight in her chest threatened to become unbearable in the thick, overwhelming silence, Ira appeared beside her like a soft breeze. “The healer is waiting for you.” She said, her voice even, almost soothing in contrast to the chaos in Anana's mind.Relief swept over Anana like a crashing tide. She stood without hesitation, grateful beyond words for the excuse to leave. Her legs

“Kade,” she gasped, tears streaking her face. “Something's wrong… with the baby.”His blood ran cold.The air in the room thickened, heavy and suffocating as if the very walls themselves had inhaled and forgotten how to exhale. For a moment, he couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Her words echoed over and over in his skull until they no longer made sense, just sound and dread.“Okay…okay, Mira, I’m here,” he said, his voice breaking as he fell to his knees in front of her, his hands hovering over her trembling form. Her face was pale, contorted in pain, her body curled in on itself like a wounded animal. “Stay with me, just breathe. Alright? Don’t move, please don't move.”She doubled over, letting out a strangled scream that shattered something inside him.He reached for her hand, gripping it tight, his own hands shaking as he shouted for help. “Someone get the healer! Now!” His voice was thunder, raw and commanding, ringing through the packhouse.But inside, he was unraveling.He brushed