All Chapters of Bound To The Alpha King's Brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

FINNIANI didn’t know what to call this. Madness? Betrayal? Or something darker clawing through my chest every time my eyes lingered on her face. Being drawn to my brother’s wife wasn’t only insane, it was treacherous. And yet I couldn’t help it.Forget the way her features haunted me. Forget the way her presence pulled at me like some unseen chain. My instincts were screaming something else, something I couldn’t place. Something that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with fate.I cursed myself for touching her in front of her sister earlier. The moment my hand brushed her, guilt surged like fire beneath my skin. I stormed back to my chamber, teeth clenched, as though distance could burn this poison out of me. But distance did nothing. I wasn’t myself when she was near. My wolf twisted, restless, unsure if it still had a sense of scent or if it had betrayed me long ago.Perhaps my mate was alive after all. Maybe she was close, hidden near the pack, explaining this ac

FELDAWhat was Elsa doing in my chamber?Why was she here, in my space, without permission?My voice cut through the air, sharp and cold. “What is she doing here?”From the other side of the door, her voice answered, it was steady, but too bold for my liking. “I’m here to see you for something important, Your Grace. Please… allow me.”I turned slowly toward Arianna, who already shook her head, her eyes narrowing in disgust.“Don’t allow her,” she hissed. “She’s here because of her sister.”I nodded, because I already knew. “You’re not allowed. Go back to your sister and stay by her side,” I said flatly.Silence followed. Good. I thought she had finally come to her senses. But then...My door burst open.Elsa stormed in, her eyes were glowing gold, her claws extended, her breath shaking with fury. Emora shrieked behind her, the guards rushing in at her heels.“You should have waited outside, my lady!” Emora's voice cracked with fear.“We tried to stop her, Your Grace. Forgive us!” The

ISOLDEArianna’s wrist snapped backward with a sickening crack. Her scream ripped through the room as she clutched it with her other hand, her face twisting in pain.I blinked, breath rushing out of me like I had been holding it for hours. My hand trembled against the table. What... what had I just done? A spell? Goddess, no.Finnian was already at her side, his hands steady as Eve rushed forward. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” Eve’s voice was a whisper, soft as silk, yet shaking.I stood frozen, silent. My tongue felt glued to my mouth. My eyes darted toward Elsa. She wasn’t laughing anymore. She wasn’t joking. She stood still, eyes narrowing as if she was trying to solve the puzzle of what had just happened.Arianna’s howl cut through my chest as Finnian straightened her wrist, his touch was firm. Her bones cracked, sliding back into place with a wet pop that made me flinch.“That will do,” Finnian said flatly, as though it were nothing. “Follow her, Eve. Help her with the balm. Let

DAZEThe Next MorningI didn’t sleep.My body tossed, my mind restless. My wolf, Wane, wouldn’t shut up, not after what happened last night. Her face wouldn’t leave me... the softness of her chocolate eyes, the way her long raven-black hair caught the light. She looked so much like Queen Isolde and yet… different. Brighter. Warmer. Mine.When Wane howled Mate, my whole body froze. I didn’t want it to be true. I didn’t ask for it. I had already promised myself, promised Arianna, promised everyone... I would reject my mate whenever I found her.But the Moon Goddess was cruel.Because she gave me Elsa.The memory of her eyes brimming with tears as she clung to Queen Isolde yesterday clawed at me. My wolf had roared at me for not running to her, for not holding her, for not claiming her like I was supposed to. But what did Wane know? He never cared about Arianna, never liked her. He didn’t understand that I loved her.And yet… deep inside, even while Arianna kissed me, I couldn’t push El

ISOLDENight had fallen, heavy and restless.I had just finished tending to Marie. She was finally calm, lying down with her breathing soft. The root of her pain was simple... she’d eaten something her wolf rejected. The rejection had racked her body until she shook with agony. But now she was resting, her lashes still damp from tears.I stepped outside onto the veranda, letting the night air cool my skin. Prince Finnian stood there, tall, rigid, silent as the shadows around him. His presence was steady, almost suffocating, yet strangely grounding. My heart, though, drifted elsewhere... towards Rowan. Rowan. My husband. My King.I missed him more than I dared to say aloud. His coldness never left me, yet still… I remembered. The letter of apology he once sent. The way his hand gripped my thigh when my sister arrived, almost desperate, almost claiming. I wanted him. I longed for him. But his wives, especially Velin, would never allow me close. Velin’s hatred was like fire, and she m