All Chapters of Bound to the Alpha Who Killed Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The night air is cold enough to bite, sharp enough to sting my lungs each time I breathe. I shouldn’t be outside—not when my body is still trembling from the last bond-shock—but my legs won’t stop moving.It’s like something has hooked itself into my spine and is reeling me in.Dragging me.Pulling me.Toward him.I dig my heels into the dirt, fingers curling into the damp grass for purchase. It’s pathetic. I’m an omega, and my wolf has been muted for years, but even so—my instinct should obey me. My mind should be stronger than the animal part of me.But tonight…Tonight, my body is a traitor.“No,” I whisper, trying to force stillness into my limbs. “Not again. I’m not going to him.”My heartbeat answers with a painful thud—wrong answer—and the tug sharpens, twisting low in my belly. The bond flares, not violently like before, but insistently. Hungry. Needy. A hand around my ribcage, guiding me forward.I bite down on a gasp.I can feel Cain’s emotion again.Agitation. Frustration.

Lyra — POVThe world comes back to me in fragments.Cold air.Wet earth.Cain’s heartbeat slamming against my cheek.My body feels wrong—too hot and too heavy, like the mark burning over my heart is sinking claws into my ribs. The sensation ripples outward, threading through my limbs, burrowing into my wolf.I try to breathe.The bond doesn’t let me.It drags in air for me—deep, greedy, frantic—as if my lungs are no longer mine.Cain is the first to move.Not away.Closer.One hand cups the back of my neck, steadying me with a gentleness that contradicts the panic rolling through his scent.“Lyra.”My name ruptures out of him. Hoarse. Wrecked. Hungry.“Look at me.”I lift my head.Immediately regret it.His eyes aren’t gold.They’re molten, liquid amber—shot through with black veins pulsing like live threads of shadow. Not the glow of a healthy Alpha. Not the glow of desire.This is the curse.This is the monster.His wolf is pushing into his skin, rising with a fury I can feel vibrat

Lyra — POVCain is still kneeling in the dirt when the world decides to collapse around us.Not literally.Not yet.But in the way his body folds in on itself, like a fortress cracking at the weakest stone.His breathing is jagged.His shoulders shake.Every instinct in me screams to move back.But my wolf doesn’t let me.She stands firm inside my chest, ears pinned forward, trembling not in fear, but in stunned, aching recognition.Cain lifts his head.The haunted gold of his eyes nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.“Lyra…”His voice slashes through the silence.“What did I do?”I swallow hard.He’s asking about the last few minutes, everything he can’t remember.Everything his wolf confessed.Everything that should not be possible.“You didn’t do anything,” I lie softly.His jaw tightens.He knows.Cain always knows.“I lost control.”Not a question.A verdict.He pushes himself up to his feet, slowly, painfully, like the earth itself is fighting him—and stumbles until his back

Lyra — POVI find him at dawn.Not because he slows.Not because the bond eases.Not because anything gets better.But because his body finally gives out before mine does.The forest thins as the sky begins to grey, the heavy night lifting just enough to reveal a world torn apart by one wolf’s agony. Trees are split down their trunks. Claw marks gouge through stone. The air tastes like burned ozone and old blood.And in the middle of a shallow ravine, half-hidden behind a fallen tree—Cain lies twitching in the dirt.No.Not lying.Thrashing.His monstrous limbs spasm uncontrollably, claws carving trenches as he fights something I can’t see. His breaths come in violent, ragged bursts—as though he’s drowning inside his own body.“Cain—”His name leaves me as a whisper and a wound.His head snaps up.But those aren’t Cain’s eyes.They’re too bright.Too hollow.Too starved.My wolf collapses inside me with a broken sound.I step forward, slow, careful.The creature—because right now, th

Lyra — POVThe moment I pull in a breath, the forest changes.Not the way it did before—warped, blurred, whisper-haunted.This time, it tenses.As if every tree, every leaf, every inch of earth knows what’s about to happen.Cain—or the thing inside Cain—goes still beneath my palms.Not calm.Not soothed.Coiled.The curse feels my resolve.It tastes it.And it reacts like a creature that’s been challenged.His massive body stiffens, muscles locking beneath his fur. His claws gouge deeper trenches into the dirt. A growl rolls through his chest—low, rumbling, warning.My wolf presses against my ribs, trembling violently. Lyra… run—No.I stay exactly where I am.Even as the bond pulses violently.Even as Cain’s breath turns harsh and ragged.Even as the curse surges forward like a tidal wave of hunger and rage.The forest holds its breath.“Cain,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Look at me.”His head jerks up so fast I flinch.The eyes that meet mine are wrong.Not white.Not gold.But bo