All Chapters of BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Author's POV The night air was tense, humming with silence like a tightly coiled spring. Every creak of the hospital floor and faint whisper of wind outside felt like a warning. The corridors were eerily still, and although the hospital still operated with nurses and minimal staff, the areas surrounding Declan’s and Nikolai’s rooms had been cordoned off and turned into fortified spaces.The plan had been finalized mere hours ago, and now it was being put into motion with clockwork precision.Killian moved first. He stood beside the real Declan's hospital bed, his face stony, eyes flicking to the time on his wrist. The underground safe house had been prepared ahead of time, hidden deep beneath one of the council’s lesser-known outposts. It had been unused for nearly a decade, but in light of recent betrayals, its obscurity made it the safest option.Two elite guards slipped silently into the room. They nodded at Killian, who was already slipping on a medical gown and adjusting the sli

Author's POVMadame’s fingernails dug into the armrest of her throne-like chair, sharp enough to shred the velvet lining beneath her palm. The scent of incense wafted across the candlelit room, but it did little to mask the stifling fury radiating from her.“She got captured,” Madame hissed, her voice laced with venom. Her lips barely moved, her expression carved from stone. “After all my warnings… that foolish woman went ahead with the attack. Without my word.”Across from her, her personal assistant—Paxton, a lean man with wiry limbs and hollow cheeks—stood rigid. The tremor in his hands betrayed the calm mask he desperately wore. He’d never seen Madame this angry, not even when Zev betrayed the inner circle years ago.Paxton cleared his throat lightly, wary of her mood. “It appears… both hospital strikes were immediate failures. The secondary team was wiped out within the first five minutes of engagement. Widow’s team encountered resistance. Heavy resistance.”

Third person POVThe acrid stench of burning flesh clung to the air like an invisible suffocating veil. The underground chamber where Widow and her men had met their gruesome end was now nothing more than a furnace of ash and blood. Killian and Colt stood there amidst the aftermath, their boots coated in streaks of grime, their clothes holding the metallic scent of spilled life.Killian oversaw the task with his usual calm detachment, his eyes sharp and calculating as he directed the guards to haul the corpses into the steel incinerator at the far end of the chamber. The machine roared alive with an angry hiss, orange flames licking hungrily, swallowing one body after another. The crackle of fire consumed everything, and with it, the secrets Widow had taken to her grave.Colt, however, leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the flames with a kind of curious fascination. The heat reflected in his eyes, making them gleam with mischief despite the br

Killan's POVThe hallway outside the special ward was colder than the rest of the hospital. Maybe it was the nerves crawling up my spine, or maybe it was because Nikolai was in there. The man’s presence could chill the air without saying a damn word. I had gone in, bowed respectfully, and given him the message that Rhett was on his way. He had simply nodded, those calculating eyes giving nothing away. I didn’t linger. You didn’t linger around Nikolai unless you wanted him to start asking questions you weren’t ready to answer.So I excused myself, telling him I’d be back when Alpha Rhett arrived, and made my way out of the hospital. The antiseptic stench clung to me even as I stepped into the open air, my lungs burning for fresher oxygen. My boots crunched against the gravel as I headed toward the car waiting out front.I didn’t waste time. Rhett had commanded me to handle the company mail, and Colt was already at the pack house. That alone was enough to ma

Colt's POVI stood at the entrance of the pack house, my hands shoved deep into my pockets, my jaw tight enough to crack. The air carried that faint metallic tang that always clung to the pack grounds after tension—maybe it was just in my head, maybe it was real. Either way, it set my teeth on edge. I’d been standing there long enough for my legs to ache, pacing a few steps here and there, waiting for him. For Rhett.My half-brother. My Alpha. My constant reminder that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I worked, I’d always be measured against him and found wanting.When I finally saw him coming up the path, his stride steady, that air of authority rolling off him like it was his damn birthright, my chest tightened. Everyone else might bow their heads when Rhett approached, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.He caught sight of me, his brows pulling together faintly. “Colt,” he greeted, his tone flat, almost dismissive, like he was already bracing f