All Chapters of Bonded To The Alpha God of War : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Please be Lucien... please be Lucien..." Anana whispered under her breath to herself, almost like a prayer, as she limped towards the door. Her heart beat faster with every step, thudding wildly in her chest.Her hand hovered over the knob, torn between hope and dread. The ache in her ankle pulsed beneath her but she barely felt it.Another knock.She closed her eyes for half a second, inhaling deeply then she pulled the door open.It wasn’t Lucien.The sight of the old healer standing in the hallway felt like ice water poured down her spine.For a moment, she didn't move. Her breath hitched in her throat and the spark of hope in her chest flickered out so quickly that it felt like a heartbreak.Disappointment crashed down on her like a wave, sharp and sudden. She hadn't even realized how badly she had wanted it to be him until it wasn't.Her shoulders sagged slightly. Before she quickly masked the reaction, she pasted on a small, polite smile. "Come in," she said softly, stepping

The raindrops were subtle, barely more than a whisper against the stone, a light drizzle falling over the Crescent Moon Pack as the early morning mist hung low. Alpha Kade stood outside the healer’s chambers, a towering figure caught in a storm far louder than the weather. He paced restlessly, his heavy boots thudding against the ground. Each step he took was fast, anxious, laced with tension that gripped his heart like a vice.The cold breeze brushed against his skin, like fingers of something unsettling. The chill wasn’t what raised the hair on his arms, it was the fear gnawing at his heart. The suffocating fear of the unknown of what might have befallen Mira... and their unborn pup.The silence from inside the healer’s chamber was a torture itself. Every second felt like a walk in eternity. He couldn't breathe right, couldn't think straight.He ran a trembling hand through his damp hair again for what felt like the hundredth time, raking it back as if the motion could still his spi

The Crescent Moon Pack had never known this kind of fear, not even in recent times. The incident with Mira had sent shockwaves across the entire territory. Tension lingered in the air like heavy fog, and every pack member moved with caution, casting wary glances over their shoulders. The once lively village had grown eerily quiet.Every movement was monitored and every meal inspected.Any food or drink going in or out of the packhouse was strictly examined by trusted hands. Guards were stationed at every corner, watching silently for any sign of unusual activity. Restricted zones had been reinforced, and new ones established. Anyone found outside past curfew faced serious consequences, no sought of excuse would be entertained.But fear breeds questions, and questions breed rumors.And the rumors spread like wildfire through every corner of the pack.Some said Mira had not been poisoned at all. They whispered that something darker, like a dark force had possessed her causing her to be

Chains rattled as Elia's wrists throbbed against the metal cuffs binding her to the cold stone wall. The faint torchlight flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the damp dungeon walls. Her gown, once a soft cream color, was now stained with blood, dirt, and shame. Her lips quivered from the chill in the room, but more from the fear clawing through her chest. Her hair falling messily around her face. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying.She sniffled, still trying to process how quickly everything had spiraled out of control. A guard dipped a cloth into a basin and dabbed her bruised face roughly. “Speak,” he growled, “what did you put in the Luna's food?”Another one of the guards stepped forward, holding a small whip."You better start talking," he said coldly.Before anything else happened, the cell rails creaked open.Just then, heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor. The guards stiffened and immediately straightened. One of them announced loudly, “Alpha Kade ap

THREE DAYS LATER…The dungeon reeked of damp stone and old blood. Shadows clung to the walls, broken only by the occasional flicker of a torch.Elia sat chained against the cold stone wall, her wrists were raw and blistered, angry red marking where the iron cuffs had dug into her skin. Her eyes were swollen from endless tears, her body trembled in silence. Her once cream dress was now a disturbing mixture of blood, sweat, and dirt. Strands of her hair clung to her damp face, matted with dust and dried blood.Every inch of her skin ached from the punishments she endured, cuts from the dragging, bruises from the harsh treatment, the burning pain from the iron branding. Yet now… she couldn’t even cry. She sat lifelessly, her vacant eyes fixed on a void in front of her. Her body breathed, but her soul was elsewhere, floating between despair and faint hope.Somewhere deep inside, a whisper called out: Goddess… if you can hear me… please… don’t let me die like this.…Elsewhere in the Alpha