Bound By Fate: Contracted To The Enemy Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

CHAPTER 31— Strike before you’re struck.KYRAThe knock sounded again.It was too light to be Tristan and too polite to be Callie’ hell, the door would have flung open long ago if it were her, and she wouldn’t even have the decency to knock. And it wasn’t like I had a long list of friends who visited. I stared at the door cautiously, my heart pounding and the note in my hand trembled.My eyes darted around the room for anything, no matter how small, just big enough or good enough for defense. Fuck! It was empty. The room was too safe for anything like that. My gaze shifted to the single window in the room. I assessed the drop. I might break a few bones, but at least I will be alive.The irony of it all almost made a mirthless laugh escape me. Minutes ago, I was ready to end it all, but here I was fighting to keep myself alive like I hadn’t almost gone off a little while ago. Maybe this was just something about me, and my pride. I’d rather die by my own hands, than let a stupid f

CHAPTER 33— We Made The Top List.KYRAMaddy and I prepared for work in silence. Just like I was bracing myself for whatever the day decided to throw at me next, I guess Maddy was thinking the same.I dressed mechanically, tying my hair back, and then slipped into the familiar uniform that had begun to feel like a second skin and I hated it, because it was a reminder of my reality.When we stepped into the hallway, my stomach tightened. No matter how much pep talk I’d given myself, part of me still dreaded walking into that place, a part of me anticipated the looks, the judgements. As we approached the kitchen, the scent of food drifted into my nose. I could hear the clanging of pots and dishes and it reminded me that life in the pack went on regardless. Duties still waited.The closer we got to the kitchen, the more my spine stiffened. Fuck! I wasn’t ready. When we stepped into the kitchen, it was as if our presence stilled the air. Those who were chopping, washing dishes, cooking,

CHAPTER 35— This Judgement Wasn’t Mine To Give.KYRAThe hall was quiet. Every eye was on us as we stood like offerings laid bare. Maddy shifted uneasily beside me.I nodded at her, a silent nudge of encouragement. My way of telling her that whatever she said next, I would stand beside her. She cleared her throat, fingers twisting together so tightly her knuckles blanched. Her eyes refused to settle anywhere for long, flickering from Eric to Rowan, from Reed to Damon, and their companions, then finally to the floor. “Go on,” Leon said gently. “You may speak, Maddison.” Maddy swallowed. Her gaze darted to Eric again, then to his companion. Her nails dug into her skin as though she needed the pain to keep herself grounded. “I…” She looked away, her fingers trembling. She inhaled sharply then spoke. “I forgive them.”The words echoed in the hall, but they sounded wrong in my ears, as if somehow she had spoken a different language. Forgive them? Was yesterday a joke? Maddy continued

CHAPTER 37— Omega Protection Charter.KYRA“Alpha Tristan,” I addressed. Tristan was watching me with an intensity that felt like I was being stripped bare. It unsettled me, especially with the hall getting unbearably hot. I resisted the urge to swipe at the beads of sweat already forming on my forehead before the Alphas mistook it for fear or weakness. That would be the last thing I would let them think of me.“You might not have been present in the entertainment room,” I said evenly, my voice coming out strong despite the tightness beginning to form in my chest. I gritted my teeth as a searing heat spread deep in my belly.“But what happened there happened in your name.” I forced out the words, my legs almost giving in to the scorching warmth flooding my body. My eyes watered and I looked down briefly, blinking before lifting my gaze. “Callie wouldn’t have done what she did if she didn’t believe she had your backing, approval, and protection.” I continued. My palms were now slick

Chapter 39— Let Bygones Be Bygones.KYRA“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I asked as I walked in, anger still rolling off me in waves.Tristan stood a foot away from me. His posture was rigid and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't pinpoint. He lifted the threat note in his hand. “When did you get this, Kyra?” My stomach dropped. Why was he looking at me like a kid who just got caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar?I snatched the note from his hand and squeezed it as if the act was going to take away what was written in there. “You have no right,” I hissed in between each squeeze. “No right to sniff around my room without permission.”Tristan’s jaw tightened. He clenched his fists. For a second, I thought he would snap at me, raise his voice, or even say something mean to me but instead, he inhaled slowly, dragged a hand down his face, and then sighed. “I wasn’t sniffing around,” he said softly. The tone of his voice almost threw me off balance until I r