All Chapters of Bound By Fate: Contracted To The Enemy Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12— A personal vendetta KyraThe warmth of something firm pressed against me like a shield grounding me in place. My lashes fluttered open, my mind foggy struggling to claw back memories through the haze of sleep. It took me a moment to remember where I was.The letter.The terrace.The drinks.Tristan.It all came rushing back and my heart gave a traitorous thump. I shifted slightly, and that was when I realized that the warmth was not a blanket. But Tristan. He was wrapped around me.His chest rose and fell against my back, his arm draped around my waist pulling me closer despite how hard I tried to pull away. For a long second, I lay frozen not trusting myself. Something about this position screamed intimacy even though we'd only fallen asleep over long conversations and drinks.I turned my head just enough to glimpse his face. Sleeping Tristan was... different. The angry, brooding Alpha mask was gone, the harsh lines of his brows were soft, lips slightly parted, the c

Chapter 14— The Grand Wing.KYRA"You didn't know?" Her eyes widened. "Everyone on the Alpha list will not only get their sentences reduced, but the top five hardest-working will get their sentences terminated. They will be completely free. No longer servants."I stared at her, the pieces clicking together slowly. So that was why everyone had looked so eager to please. So determined."And those who don't make the top five?" I asked. She shook her head. "They will serve the pack forever." She opened her mouth and then swallowed. "It's worse. People make fun of them. It's better not to make the list than to make the list and fail."Now I know the reason Tristan had added me to the list. He knew I wasn't going to make it. This was just his way of dangling hope and freedom under my nose when I wasn't even close to it.If I'd learned anything since being here, it's that that man would do anything to remind me that he owns me now. I glanced back at my portion and nodded. I wasn't going to

Chapter 16— Fuck Buddies.Tristan The door slammed shut behind me with a force that rattled the frame. I stood there for a long while, my hand still gripping the knob, my chest heaving like I’d just fought a battle. And maybe I had. I still was.Kyra’s face wouldn’t leave my mind. The way her eyes had widened with shock and then hurt when she walked in, before she pulled it back behind that cold, blank mask she wears so damn well gutted me.And it pissed me off more than anything.I shouldn’t even harbor such feelings about her… such longing. My feelings towards Kyra Ferguson should be filled with hatred. The same anger I’d held on to for years, the same amount that has burned through my veins for years.My wolf was restless. Had been for days. Hell, he had gotten more insufferable after that night on the terrace. He wanted more, built vivid images in my head that always had me walking around with a pent in my trousers.I gritted my teeth and pushed away from the door, raking my fing

Chapter 18—Bone of contention.KyraI could sense the suffocating powers of the Alphas as we approached the dining hall. For an omega or any ordinary wolf, it could be too much that you wouldn’t even realize when you’d bow into submission. A room with more than two Alphas was bound to oppress a weaker wolf.The Alphas were already seated. Some trays of food were set on the table. I lowered my eyes slightly not because I was oppressed by them or being particularly obedient but because I could recognize every Alpha present, and they would recognize me if they saw me.How would they not? When I always accompanied my father to every Alphas conventions and meetings. Or when an emergency council meeting had been called because of me. Apparently, my drive to become an Alpha was a cause for alarm. And that had made me particularly popular amongst the Alphas.My eyes flicked briefly along the length of the dining table. Alpha Damon Valtorix of the Valtorix pack, my father’s oldest rival sat w

Chapter 20— Tied to Tristan’s order.KyraI waited with bated breath, somehow curious, wanting to know what Tristan’s response would be.Tristan raised a brow, a lazy smile playing on his lips, trying to play it off, but I caught the hard tick in his jaw, that one that always appeared when he was annoyed or someone was getting on his nerves. “Spying on me now, Alpha Eric?”Eric only chuckled, swirling the wine in his glass before lifting it lazily to his mouth. “I wouldn’t call it spying, if a little birdie whispered it to me, Alpha Tristan.” He said, his grin widening. “And words travel fast when the mighty Alpha Tristan finds himself a new mate.”The room was partially silent, the kind of silence that happens when people pretend not to be listening, but every ear is tuned in.Tristan’s jaw flexed again, that muscle twitching. “I’d question what kind of Alpha believes everything he hears. Some ‘birdies’ would say anything just to remain relevant.” He reached for his glass and took a