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

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

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

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,

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

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