All Chapters of Bound to the Alpha Who Killed Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Selene’s Web

The hall smelled of smoke, sweat, and suspicion.I stood near the edges, pressed against a stone pillar slick with condensation, watching wolves gather in a crescent around the firepit. The flames threw long shadows on their faces, faces that had stared at me with contempt since the moment I stepped into Bloodveil.Cain sat on the high seat at the head of the chamber, carved black wood that looked more like a throne than a chair. His presence filled the room, as heavy as iron chains. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command silence. Every wolf here bent under the weight of him.But Selene stood just a few steps away, the golden daughter, the would-be Luna. Her hair gleamed in the firelight, her smile sweet as poison. She didn’t need Cain’s dominance. She had something sharper, she had venom wrapped in silk.And tonight, she was weaving her web.“Bloodveil has enemies circling,” Selene said, her voice carrying like a blade cutting air. “We’ve heard whispers of rogues banding togeth

The First Hunt

The summons came at dawn.I hadn’t slept. My body was tired, but my mind was sharper than broken glass, replaying Selene’s voice, her smile, the way she whispered about my scar like she could see straight through me.So when the knock rattled my door, I was already awake, dagger in hand.The wolf outside didn’t bother with courtesy. “The Alpha calls for you.”The words bit into me like cold teeth. Cain.I strapped my dagger to my thigh, shoved my hair back, and followed without a word.The halls smelled of damp stone and smoke, the torches spitting weak fire. Wolves moved in silence, heads bowed slightly as we passed, but their eyes burned holes into me. The stray. The outsider. The mistake Cain wouldn’t correct.The training yard was washed in gray light, the air heavy with mist. Cain stood at the center, his back to me, broad shoulders framed by the haze. A small group of Bloodveil’s best gathered around him, warriors armored in leather and steel, blades strapped across their backs.

After the Hunt

By the time we returned to the fortress, the sun was sinking low, bleeding red across the horizon. My body ached from throat to heel, every step scraping fire through my muscles. My shoulder throbbed where claws had torn it open, the bandage soaked again with blood.But I didn’t stumble. Not here. Not where Bloodveil eyes burned holes into my back.The gates creaked open and the warriors rode in ahead of me, dragging the stench of rogue blood with them. Some of them laughed, voices loud and rough, their faces still smeared with gore. Others walked in silence, their eyes flicking toward me with something new. Not respect, not yet. But not contempt either.Cain dismounted without a word, his presence filling the yard even when he moved like shadow. He gave orders with simple gestures, his voice rarely needed. The warriors scattered to see to their weapons, their wounds, their dead.And then his gaze found me.The bond flared so sharp my breath caught.“Raven,” he said. Just my name, but

Selene’s Poison

The whispers started before the blood was even washed from my hands.I could feel them behind me as I passed through the fortress halls, eyes burning into my back, voices slithering just quiet enough to pretend they weren’t meant for me.“She fights too well for an omega.”“No fear. No hesitation. Like she’s been trained.”“Or like she’s hiding something.”My jaw tightened. The coppery tang of the hunt still clung to my tongue, and the ache in my ribs from where the rogue’s claws had raked me was sharp enough to remind me that I was still alive. Still standing.And still under suspicion.Selene had made sure of it.I didn’t need proof. Her venom was everywhere. The way a warrior’s gaze slid away from mine, the way two pack women stopped talking when I walked past, the way a young soldier muttered “cursed” when he thought I couldn’t hear.She was a spider, weaving her threads through Bloodveil’s heart. And I was the fly she wanted wrapped and bleeding.By the time I reached the great h

The Alpha’s Claim

The hall emptied like a graveyard at dawn.Boots scuffed against stone, whispers slithered into the corners, and one by one, Selene’s audience melted away. Only her stare lingered, sharp enough to carve flesh, before she finally swept out, leaving perfume and poison behind.And then there was Cain.He hadn’t moved from where he stood, one hand braced on the edge of the long table, the other curling into a fist at his side. Shadows clung to him like a second skin. I felt them even from across the room, pressing down on me, binding me in place.I should’ve left with the others. I should’ve slipped away before his gaze found me again. But my body betrayed me, rooted to the cold stone floor.“Stay.”The command lashed through me, low and quiet, but sharp as a blade.I stiffened. “You don’t have to—”“Stay.”I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. The bond in my veins shivered like a living thing, dragging me forward despite every warning screaming in my head.Cain straightened,

When the Bond Breaks Skin

Lyra POVI made it halfway down the corridor before the world started tilting.The stone walls wavered, the torches flickered in and out like dying stars, and the pain in my shoulder, ignored, suppressed, buried under adrenaline—roared back like a blade twisting through muscle.I didn’t stop walking.I wouldn’t stop. Not where pack wolves could see me. Not where Selene’s venom still lingered in the air.But the steps beneath me blurred. My heartbeat thudded unevenly in my ears. The bond flared once, sharp, electric, and the sudden jolt nearly sent me to my knees.Keep going. Just get to the stairs. Just—My breath hitched. My vision went white around the edges. My legs buckled.And I fell.No one caught me.Not right away.The stone floor rushed up, cold and unforgiving, and I hit hard, shoulder first. Pain detonated through me, a soundless scream ripping through my skull. I bit down on it, but wolves hear everything.Gasps. Footsteps. Voices.“She’s bleeding.”“Gods, look at her shou

What the Bond Knows

Cain POVThe moment her body went slack in my arms, the world narrowed to a single, brutal truth:She shouldn’t feel this.Not from a bond that shouldn’t exist.Lyra’s pulse flickered weakly against my wrist, her breaths shallow and uneven, like her lungs were fighting for permission to keep going. I pushed through the corridors in silence, every wolf who saw us stepping back fast, heads bowing as if they could feel the storm curdling off my skin.They didn’t need words to understand one thing:I was one second away from tearing apart anyone who looked at her wrong.Bloodveil had seen me angry. They hadn’t seen me like this.I kicked open the infirmary doors.“Out,” I growled.A handful of healers froze, wide-eyed, then scattered without a single protest. All except one.Maeve.She didn’t bow. Didn’t flinch. She just stared at Lyra—really stared, like she wasn’t looking at a wounded omega, but a puzzle the rest of the world had been too stupid to solve.“Lay her there,” Maeve said, vo

What Freedom Costs

Lyra POVThe forest didn’t feel like freedom.It felt like running. Like bleeding. Like trying to stay one step ahead of a bond that refused to die just because I wanted it to.The night air cut through my lungs as Kael half-dragged, half-supported me through the trees. My legs were shaking, my vision blurring. Every time my pulse throbbed, the tether between me and Cain snapped back like a whip, pain, heat, rage, grief, none of it mine, and all of it mine.I thought breaking away from him would feel like release.Instead, it felt like dying slowly.“Lyra. Stay awake.” Kael’s voice was low, urgent. “You’re losing blood.”“That’s new,” I managed, my words slurred. “I thought I just liked collapsing for dramatic effect.”He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even look at me. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning the woods like he expected claws to burst out of the dark.Maybe he did.Because Cain wasn’t just angry. He was coming apart.And I felt every second of it.A pulse hit me, hard enough that I st

The Distance Between Us

Lyra POVI woke to pain before I woke to light.A sharp, splintering ache ran through my chest, like the bond itself was lodged under my ribs, twisting every time I breathed. My throat was raw. My pulse staggered. The air felt too thin, too sharp, too cold.For a moment, I thought I was still in the castle, that Cain was still in front of me, that the world hadn’t broken in half between us.Then the ceiling came into focus. Wooden beams. Lantern glow. Smoke and herbs instead of stone and blood.Not the castle.Not the pack.Not Cain.I tried to sit up, and the pain hit me like claws dragging through my insides. A choking sound tore out of me before I could stop it.“Easy.”Kael’s voice came from somewhere near the door, calm, steady, too controlled. He stepped into view, arms crossed, eyes sharp as ever.“You’ve been out for hours,” he said. “The bond hit you harder than I expected.”I forced myself upright anyway, ignoring the pain. “Where are we?”“A safehouse. Neutral land.” He did

What Kael Wants

Lyra POVWhen I woke, the ceiling was a lattice of wood and shadow. The air smelled of damp earth and herbs, cleaner than the fortress, but not clean enough to be safety.Kael was sitting by the window, back to me, one knee drawn up. He didn’t look up when I moved. He never looked up unless a choice had already been made.Pain pinched through my ribs with every breath. The bandage at my shoulder had been changed, clean now, but tight, and the sting throbbed down my arm. The bond was a constant, dull pressure beneath it, like an animal pacing under skin.“You’re awake,” Kael said without turning. His voice was quiet, not unkind. Quiet like a trap.“How long?” I asked. My mouth felt dry, words rough at the edges.“Long enough.” He stood and crossed to me slow, careful. When he reached for my wrist, I flinched. He eased his hand beneath mine and held it like he could read the pulse through bone. “You nearly bled out twice on the way here. The bond hasn’t been merciful.”“I survived,” I s

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