All Chapters of Bound To The Alpha's Heart: His Silver-Eyed Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~ LAIA ~The door opens, my eyes shoot upward… Cael walks in, dressed in a grey T-shirt, black pants, and his expression is so void… I don’t know what he’s coming for.I stand to my feet, and he keeps walking closer, his height towering over me. When I glance up at him, my face twists into a frown… anger seething through me, and I’m just a second away from planting a slap across his face and kicking him in the groin area.He glares down at me, unfazed.“If I were you… I wouldn’t think of doing that…”My face pulls into a frown, wondering what he was talking about. I take a step backward as his cologne of fresh mint hits my nose… before, I would have found him so intoxicating… but now… all that he is to me is nothing but irritating.“Thinking of doing what? Slapping you across your face?” I straighten my spine, pouring everything I feel into that moment…“Yes… and kicking me in my groin area…” The smile on his face spreads, and for fuck’s sake, who kidnaps someone and tries to make a j

~ CAEL ~It's strange how everything spins around a single point. Laia, from being the girl who casually served at the pack house, living off our scraps, barely noticeable, to becoming the one thing I can't seem to stop thinking about.Fucking insane.I keep telling myself I need her back for reasons that make sense, reasons that justify everything I've done. But the truth is I don't even know if I'm acting on my own will anymore or just following what Azrael keeps whispering. That thought alone pisses me off more than anything else.I was expecting Lysandra's reaction when I told her about Laia and yeah, that's exactly what I got. What I wasn't expecting is Damon's silence, so far they've been no movememt, retaliation or sign that he's mobilizing. That should feel like a win, but, It doesn't. It feels like the particular quiet that settles before something you haven't accounted for, and I've learned the hard way that Damon's silences are never empty. He goes quiet because he's thinki

~ DAMON ~Tell me a worse kind of news than being told to go after your traitor… your bedmate… even after she blatantly sold out your pack without thinking twice.I thought healing would mean shutting down, planning my revenge… attacking Cael and finally locking her up for the rest of her life in my cell. That was the plan. But of course, the Moon Goddess has other plans.We’re still lurking around Cael’s pack, waiting for the right moment to strike…My warriors have already located Laia. The plan is simple, clean and swift. We go in, grab her, and get the hell out of the pack. No complications. No delays. If things get bloody, then we escalate, but for now, it’s meant to be quick… the same way they took her.The door to my room opens, pulling my attention away from the table. Seris walks in, she’s wearing a robe.I let out a deep sigh, already knowing I owe her an apology. She walks toward me, hips swaying with each step.“Hey…” her soft voice greets.I look up as she slowly shrugs o

~ DAMON ~Hate should be enough… I want to loathe her—want it so damn bad. Every time I relive the traitorous stunt she pulled, it claws at my insides, makes me want to smash everything in reach. And yet… the thought of seeing her again… it only fuels the rage burning through me.I don’t know what’s worse… seeing Cael’s mark branded into her neck, or the fact that she still has the nerve to look me in the face and lie. She really has no idea her fucking game is over, every last lie exposed.I mean, it’s one hell of a plot… staging her own kidnapping, making it look real just to drag my sympathy out of me. When in truth, she was off meeting her mate, planning to walk away with everything like I wouldn’t figure it out.I suppress the urge to get into the same car with her… fuck, it was hard, damn hard, trying to teach Maddox about self-control when she stood there staring at us… as though she isn’t a fucking devil in disguise.The pull to drag her into my arms, to sink my teeth into her

~ LAIA ~"Damon. Look at me." He doesn't. His head lolls slightly to the side, eyes half-open, the gray of them dulled in a way that makes my chest seize. His breathing is shallow, too shallow, each inhale shorter than the last, as though his body is already negotiating with itself about how much effort it can afford.The blood won't stop.I press harder, both palms flat against the wound, fingers spread, trying to cover as much as possible. It soaks through immediately, running down my wrists and pooling in the crease of my elbow.Heavens, I need him to stay with me. I need him to not die on me. I haven’t told him anything. I don’t think I’m ever going to live with the guilt. I don’t think I’ll make it past it."Stay with me," I say. "Damon. Stay with me."I'm met wirh silemce... my heart racing wildly. "Hey." I grab his face with one hand, turning it toward me, leaving a bloody print on his jaw. His eyes find mine but it's almost like there's no life in them. "There you are, look