All Chapters of BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Killian's POV I started the morning already feeling the weight of too many things at once. The company reports were all over the desk and Rhett had already pulled out the files he wanted to start with. The office lights were warm even though the day was still young and the quiet inside the room made it feel like everything outside had slowed down for a moment. I took my seat beside him and tried to calm my mind because I knew the day would be a long one. When Rhett was focused like this he barely spoke except when he needed something. I respected that so I tried to match his pace without distracting him.We had been going through numbers for almost an hour before he spoke. He did not look at me at first. He just asked for another one of the financial reports and I handed it to him. I could tell he was thinking about something else though because there was a heaviness in the way he sighed. I kept sorting through my own pile and decided to give him space until he came around. He always

Rhett's POV I returned to the pack house after what felt like the longest day I had lived in years. The investors had dragged every minute out of me, asking for explanations about events they barely understood, demanding answers I did not owe them, and trying to test my standing after my absence. Walking across the front steps and through the familiar doors should have comforted me, yet all I felt was exhaustion clinging to my skin like a second shirt.The moment I stepped inside, one of the council members hurried over. He bowed his head in a way that told me he had been waiting for me for a long while already.“Alpha Rhett, the council requests your attention,” he said.I exhaled slowly, feeling the pressure push against my ribs. “Tell them I need a few minutes to freshen up. I will meet them soon.”“Yes, Alpha,” he said before stepping back.I started toward the stairs with the intention of walking straight to my room. I want

Killan's POV I woke up before the sun, the way I always do when something heavy is sitting on my chest. Nikolai was still asleep, one arm flung over my waist, his breath warm against my shoulder. Declan was on my other side, curled into a tight ball like he was trying to take up as little space as possible. He’d cried himself out sometime around three, and now his face was puffy, hair sticking up everywhere. He looked younger like this. Fragile. I hated seeing him like that.I eased out of bed without waking either of them, pulled on jeans and a hoodie, and slipped out of the room. The house was quiet. Too quiet. I could feel Rhett’s absence like a missing tooth. His door was closed when I passed it, but I didn’t stop. He’d asked for space. I was going to give it to him, even if it killed me.The garden was cold. The grass was still wet from last night’s rain, and the air smelled like wet leaves and woodsmoke. I carried two mugs of tea out to the old iron table under the oak tree, th

Third person POV Killian stood in the middle of the living room with a roll of black crepe paper in one hand and a half-eaten slice of pizza in the other. The coffee table had disappeared under boxes of balloons, fairy lights, and at least six different kinds of banners that all said HAPPY BIRTHDAY in increasingly aggressive fonts. Declan was on the floor wrestling with a helium tank while Colt balanced on the back of the couch, directing operations like a very enthusiastic air traffic controller. "Declan, tilt it left. Left. Your other left," Colt called. Declan blew hair out of his eyes and obeyed. The tank hissed, and another gold balloon shot toward the ceiling. They already had so many that the living room looked like a bizarre metallic cloud forest. Killian took a bite of pizza and spoke around it. "We are going to run out of ceiling before we run out of balloons." "Good," Colt said. "Rhett hates when things touch his head. This is psychological warfare." Declan snorted.

Killian's POV I slammed Rhett’s bedroom door open so hard it bounced off the wall. He was standing at the window in nothing but sweatpants, hair still damp from the shower, and he turned fast, eyes narrowing at me. “Killian, what the hell.” “There’s a problem,” I said, already crossing the room. “Big one. We have to go. Now.” He opened his mouth, probably to ask questions, but I didn’t give him time. I grabbed his arm and pulled. He let me drag him two steps before he planted his feet. “Explain,” he growled. “No time. Trust me.” I yanked again. “Move.” He stared at me for half a second, then snatched a hoodie off the chair and shoved his arms through it while I towed him down the hallway. Declan was nowhere in sight, which was good because one look at his face would have ruined everything. Rhett kept trying to talk as we hit the stairs. “If this is about the border patrol schedule, I swear to god.” “It’s not patrol.” “Then what?” “You’ll see.” We burst through the kitchen