All Chapters of Bound to the Alpha Who Killed Me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 94

LYRAThe Devourer does not announce itself.That’s how I know it’s learned.We’re barely beyond the outer path when the air changes, not colder, not heavier, just… attentive. Like something has leaned closer without touching.Cain feels it a second after I do. His steps slow. His spine tightens.“You feel that,” I murmur.“Yes.”He doesn’t ask what it is.Good.The Hollow is quiet inside me, not absent, not withdrawn.Watching.That’s when the voice arrives.Not in my head.Between us.You are wasting leverage.I stop walking.Cain does too, immediately, instinctively, half-turning toward me, scanning the treeline, the roots, the shadowed rise of stone ahead.“Devourer,” he says flatly.Alpha, it replies, almost indulgent. Or are we pretending that title still matters?I feel it press, not against my mind, but against the space around my choices. Like a hand hovering near my shoulder, never quite landing.You could have owned that square, it continues. You chose departure instead.“I

CAINThe city exhales behind us.Not relief.Intent.You can feel the difference when pursuit has been authorized—not shouted, not panicked, but approved. Footsteps gain rhythm. Routes close quietly. The hunt stops being personal and becomes infrastructural.“They’ll seal the lower wards first,” I say as we cut through a service corridor veined with old glyphwork. “Then the river bridges.”Lyra keeps pace beside me, breath steady, attention split between the present street and whatever undercurrent the Hollow is tracking beneath it.“They’re not rushing,” she murmurs. “They’re waiting for alignment.”I nod grimly.“They want permission to be cruel.”That’s when violence becomes efficient.LYRAThe Hollow is restless—not hungry, not reactive.Alert.It keeps brushing against thresholds in the city’s memory, places where names were erased cleanly enough that no one remembers they’re missing. Those absences glow now like coals beneath ash.“They’re activating old enforcement channels,” I