All Chapters of Bound To The Alpha King's Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

FINNIANThe documents on my table piled onto one another. The lines of ink ran like restless rivers, but my mind wasn’t here. It was with her.Isolde.Every time she was near, something inside me loosened... something I didn’t even know had been chained.She filled the hollow spaces I’d carried for too long, made me feel whole in a way that angered me because it wasn’t mine to feel. She belonged to him. My brother. The king. His wife. His queen.Yet the pull was there, dragging at me, tearing at my chest. I hated it. I hated her for making me feel alive. I hated myself more for wanting it.‘You’re not blind, you just don’t want to admit it,’ Marlin’s voice purred in my head, smooth and relentless. My wolf never knew when to stop.‘Shut up, Marlin,’ I growled, slamming the book closed harder than necessary.‘You love her,’ he said, ignoring me like he always did.‘No. She’s not mine. She will never be mine.’‘Then why do I want her too?’ His voice grew sharper, playful, mocking. ‘She’s

FINNIAN“Leave!” My voice thundered, sharp and low, carrying more fury than the walls could hold. The footsteps retreating told me he obeyed, but my chest still burned. Whoever dared this would pay with blood.I turned back, my eyes locking on Isolde. Her face was pale, her lips trembled though she tried to stand strong.“Who… who got murmured?” Her voice was steady, but the way it shook at the end pierced straight into me. Terror hid in her eyes.I couldn’t answer right away. My hands moved first, pulling her gown back up, covering the delicate skin that should never be exposed to danger.My fingers trembled, not from desire but from the storm inside me. I tied the last ribbon tight, forcing calm into my voice.“You need to go back to your chamber.”Her eyes widened. She rose so quickly that the table scraped the floor. “No. I’m here to see you. I’m not leaving yet.”Her tone was soft but stubborn. I shook my head, reaching for my sword, my hand curling around the hilt like it belon

EVE“What are you trying to do?!”Her hands trembled, but her face didn’t betray it. She was too trained. Too careful.“It’s sugar, my lady,” she said softly, eyes lowering as if in respect. That was a lie. It was too smooth and flawless. My wolf growled low inside me.'She lies.'The voice curled sharply in my head, clear as the day. My wolf whispered again, sharper this time. “She liked to have some in her tea,” the woman added, and though her voice was steady, I could hear the flutter of her pulse quickening. Her lies were lined with silk, but beneath it, the truth reeked.For the first time in my life, I felt anger. Real anger. It crawled beneath my skin like fire trying to break free.I stretched out my palm, my voice still soft but firmer than I’d ever heard it. “Give it to me.”Her eyes flickered, and before my fingers could touch the white substance she called siger... she tossed it suddenly into the dust bin. “I’m sorry, we don’t allow anyone to touch our ingredients in the

FINNIANAn urgent call from my brother meant something was wrong. I felt it as I walked through the long hallway toward the royal quarters. The walls were carved with wolf emblems, the torches burned low, and the silence was sharp enough to cut.Whatever this was, I would handle it with care.I reached the meeting room where I already felt their voices echoing. The guards outside bowed quickly, their heads low, announcing in unison, “Your Highness, Prince Finnian has arrived.”I didn’t wait for permission to enter. I pushed the doors open. The noise of the elders stopped instantly, like my presence cut the air in half.I strode forward, cold and steady, ignoring the eyes that burned holes into me. They wanted me to fail, they always had. Few of these old wolves liked me, and the rest would dance at my downfall.At the far end sat my brother, our King... on his throne. He looked every bit the ruler, thick-voiced, ruthless, with power resting on his shoulders like a second skin. Two of

FINNIAN“She’s…”“She’s bleeding.”Daze’s voice cracked, heavy with something unspoken. Rowan and I turned toward him at once, our eyes colliding in a brief, tense silence.“What?!” Rowan’s voice thundered, shaking the hall, though the walls of the palace held steady. His tone was enough to make every wolf nearby bow their head lower, spines stiff with fear.“What happened to her?!” His words tore through the air, sharp, and commanding.Daze faltered, his head lowering. “We don’t… we don’t really know, Your Highness. We just found her... bleeding from her nose.”My chest tightened.“Prince!” I tried to move, but my steps faltered, my knees weak. Daze caught me before I stumbled again, his hand steadying me. But then I felt it... warm liquid slipping down from my nose. Blood. My blood.The pain hit sharper this time, burning behind my eyes, searing through my skull.Why?Why do I feel this much pain?What’s happening to me?Am I… weakening?The thought alone was enough to make me shove