All Chapters of Bound to the Alpha Who Killed Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lyra POVThe room wasn’t a cell, but it felt like one.No chains. No guards inside. No visible locks. Just four walls made of stone so smooth they looked grown, not built… and a doorway sealed with a shimmer of power that hummed against my skin every time I got close.I tested it again, just to be sure I hadn’t imagined it the first three times.The second my hand crossed the threshold, the air snapped like a live wire, biting into my skin with heat that wasn’t fire but bond. A warning.A claim.Not Cain’s.I yanked my hand back, breath sharp. The sting lingered, crawling up my arm like a mark someone else had written into me.So that was the truth, then. Kael hadn’t rescued me from the border.He’d relocated me like a prize stolen off a battlefield.A choice dressed up as mercy.I hated how quiet the room was. How still everything felt. Like the air was holding its breath, waiting.When the sound finally came, footsteps, slow and steady. I already knew who they belonged to.Kael d

Lyra POVThe walls of Bloodveil’s inner sanctum felt tighter than ever, as if the shadows themselves pressed in on me. My muscles ached from the hunt, from the chase, from the constant edge of tension that had become my heartbeat. But it wasn’t the pain I noticed. It was the silence. That suffocating pause before the storm.Cain’s absence was loud. The bond had gone quiet—or maybe he had. Either way, I felt exposed, as if every secret I carried was laid bare beneath the cold torchlight. I had survived rogues, Selene’s poison, Kael’s claims—but something in the air told me I hadn’t survived everything yet.Then he stepped forward.Tall, composed, with a presence that made the air tremble. Not Cain. Not Kael. Someone else.My throat went dry before I even registered the shape. Shadows curled around him, but his eyes were like firelight caught in ice—cold, assessing, impossibly familiar. And when he spoke, the name that escaped my lips wasn’t one I had said in years.“Eamon.”The word fe

POV: Lyra (primary), Cain (secondary)The chamber felt smaller than it had a moment ago. Shadows stretched along the stone walls like claws, and every breath I drew burned raw in my lungs. Eamon’s words echoed in my skull, relentless, twisting my stomach into knots I hadn’t known I could make. My past wasn’t finished with me. It had clawed its way back into my present, dragging truths I wasn’t sure I wanted to face.The bond throbbed violently. Sharp, raw, impossible to ignore. Cain’s presence pressed through it, taut, demanding, and my body reacted before my mind could catch up. Every instinct screamed at me, fight, run, survive, but this was different. This was personal.He came then, boots silent on the stone, his gaze cutting through the shadows. He didn’t say a word, and I didn’t move. The bond flared again, hotter, tighter, pulling me toward him even as my instincts screamed to step back.“I can feel it,” he said finally, voice low, almost a growl. “Your past… it’s not just memo

Lyra POVThe air in the fortress hallway was thick, suffocating, like it had absorbed every secret, every betrayal that had passed through these walls. I pressed my back against the cold stone, letting my fingers trace the edge of the broken parchment left behind by the figure from my past. The symbols were faint, almost bleeding into the fibers, but I recognized enough to know this wasn’t a message for Cain, it was meant for me. Alone.The bond thrummed violently in my chest, a storm clawing at my ribs, dragging me toward him even when every instinct screamed to step away. Cain’s presence was a shadow at the end of the corridor, silent, watching, waiting. He had followed me, not with words, never with words, but the pull of the bond made his proximity impossible to ignore.I clenched my jaw, forcing the bond’s tremor into my fists. I don’t belong to him. Not fully. Not like this. My wolf growled low, protective, reminding me that I was my own, that my strength had always been mine, c

Lyra POVPain was the first thing I felt, white-hot and endless, tearing through every nerve like fire through dry leaves.The second was Cain’s voice.“Lyra, stay with me.”It was raw. Command and plea woven into one sound, scraping against the edges of my fading consciousness.The ground beneath me trembled, cracks splitting through stone. The air was thick with the smell of blood and iron. I couldn’t tell where mine ended and his began.Something was breaking inside me. Not bones, something deeper. Something ancient.My body arched off the ground, a scream ripping from my throat. The sound didn’t even feel human.Cain’s hands were on me, strong, trembling, desperate. His scent cut through the chaos: smoke, forest, and fury.“Don’t fight it!” he growled, pressing his forehead to mine. “Breathe, damn it. You’ll burn yourself alive.”“I&