All Chapters of Bonded To The Alpha God of War : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

By the time Lucien’s carriage rolled to a stop before the Crescent Moon Pack, the sun had long surrendered to the night. Shadows spilled over the compound, the moon hanging like a silver blade in the sky.Lucien was the first to step down. His presence was like a wall of iron… unyielding and commanding. The cold flare of his blue eyes swept the grounds before his hand extended, offering silent assistance to the woman inside.Anana’s hand slipped into his. She stepped down with grace, her dark cloak flowing behind her. The moment Alpha Kade saw her, the ground seemed to fall away beneath him.His heart sank.Anana… Alive!His throat dried, his chest tightened. He had buried the thought of her existence long ago. Any woman taken to Lucien’s Crimson Blood Pack… never returned. Yet here she stood, more radiant than memory allowed, her skin smooth as if reborn, her blue eyes alight with something he could not name but made his hair prickle. She was no longer the fragile Luna he had once kn

She gasped heavily, the sound breaking into a cry as her nails raked across the hard planes of his back. The fullness of him inside her stole her breath, the raw stretch of his body claiming hers so completely that tears burned in her eyes. It was too much, it was overwhelming and yet, beneath the shock pulsed a dark, intoxicating ecstasy.Lucien stilled for a moment, his chest heaving against hers, muscles taut as though he wrestled his own beast for control. His breath came rough, hot against her ear, his restraint trembling on a knife’s edge.Then he moved.Slow at first, each thrust sinking so deep she whimpered, the sound trembling with need. The drag of him inside her made her shudder, her thighs widening apart to let his fullness in.But restraint could not last. His pace shifted, faster, harder… his hips driving into hers with relentless force, the impact resounding in the wet, sinful slap of skin against skin. Every stroke tore another sound from her lips: a broken moan, a de

The day was bright, the sun spilling golden rays into Anana’s room, bathing her lavender gown in soft light. She sat before her mirror, slowly brushing through her long dark hair. Each stroke was calm and thoughtful, even though her mind was caught in fragments of dreams and lingering sensations she could not quite name.A soft knock drew her from her thoughts. It was not heavy, nor commanding… so it couldn’t be Lucien. Her brows knit slightly as she set the brush aside.When she opened the door, a maid stood there, head bowed, holding a carefully wrapped bundle. A dress, boots and a folded letter atop them.“This is from Alpha Lucien,” the maid said respectfully, extending the package.Anana blinked, surprised. She accepted it with gentle hands, murmuring, “Thank you.” The maid bowed once more before retreating down the hall.Closing the door, Anana placed the dress and boots on her bed, but her eyes were already drawn to the letter. Her heart quickened as she opened it, smoothing th

The night had fully draped itself across the sky by the time Anana and Lucien rode back to the fortress on his black stallion. The heavens were scattered with silver stars, their faint light glittering like scattered diamonds. Their clothes still clung damply to their skin from the waterfall, and the chill of the night breeze made the warmth of each other’s nearness feel almost intoxicating.Lucien was the first to dismount, his boots striking the ground with quiet strength. His hands immediately rose to hold Anana as he guided her down, his palms firm around her waist. She descended slowly, her gown brushing against him as her feet touched the earth. Yet his hands did not leave her instantly… there was something magnetic in the way he held her, as if him letting go would cost him more than he cared to admit.They stood close, only the silence of the night between them. The fortress loomed behind, its lamps casting flickers of gold against stone walls, but in that moment it felt as th

The sun rose earlier than usual, spilling its golden glow across the Crescent Moon Pack. Its rays softened the land in warmth, but warmth did little to touch the tension that gripped the pack. It was the day their Luna fell into labor.The Packhouse courtyard was crowded, not with noise but with silence. Wolves of every rank… warriors, omegas, elders, even pups stood gathered beneath the morning sun, their gazes fixed on the Alpha’s chambers. Every ear strained, every breath hitched, every chest heavy with the weight of what unfolded inside.The warriors stationed closest to the chamber door stood rigid, their shoulders tight as if waiting for war. Each time Mira’s cries pierced the air, their eyes flickered gold, their wolves thrashing to answer her pain.The elders stood in a cluster, their lips whispering ancient prayers, bone-and-stone beads trembling in their hands. “Protect her. Protect the heir. Protect the bond.” Their voices wove into the charged silence like a chant pulling