All Chapters of BOUND IN SIN TO THE CURSED HYBRID: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The breeds attacked before we could even process what was happening. One of them—a massive bear breed with scars covering half his face—lunged straight for Enzo. They collided with enough force to crack the concrete floor, grappling like titans while the rest of his pack descended on us.It was pure instinct that drove my movement the moment one of the breeds came at me, my dagger slicing for his throat. But his skin was too thick, so the blade barely penetrated before he backhanded me hard enough to send me flying into a stack of crates.Pain exploded through my ribs, but I rolled with the impact and immediately came up throwing my knives. Three of them buried themselves in another breed’s face—not deep enough to kill, but enough to make him roar in pain.They were strong… way too strong. It seemed like their skin was made of leather. And there were too many of them. No matter how capable I was, I was smart enough to know that in this particular case, the odds were definitely not i

“What are you doing here?”Dahlia didn’t need to ask if I was okay; the frantic energy radiating off me must have been visible from across the street. She stood blocking the doorway of her apartment, a small, unassuming woman whose expression was a careful mask of shock and professional caution.Her eyes, however, weren’t on my face; they were calculating the situation behind me—my motorcycle parked carelessly near the curb, the small duffel bag slung over my shoulder, and the leather case cradled in my free hand.“I need a clean slate, a place to stay,” I stated, pushing past her into the quiet, temperature-controlled space. The difference between the cool, neutral colors of Dahlia’s home and the saccharine, rage-fueled chaos I’d just left was a physical relief. “I need a place to regroup and strategize without the smell of hypocrisy and cheap cologne in the air.”Dahlia closed the door with a soft click, locking the world—and specifically Enzo—out. “That doesn’t answer my question,

“It’s none of your business,” I said harshly, not looking at Dahlia. “And you have no business eavesdropping on a private conversation.”“Answer my question.” Her voice was firmer now. “Are you dying?”“Again, it’s none of your business.” I stood up, anger flooding through me. “And if you dare breathe a word of what you heard to anybody—anybody—I will kill you. In one of the cruelest ways possible.”Dahlia’s eyes widened, but she didn’t back down. “You can’t be serious—”I moved to my weapons case and yanked it open, pulling out my daggers, my guns, my throwing knives. I set them out on the bed methodically, then grabbed the cleaning supplies.“Consider that your warning,” I said, focusing on disassembling my first gun. “Now either help or leave.”Dahlia stood there for a long moment, then quietly sat down in the chair by the door. She didn’t leave. She didn’t speak either.Good.I worked in silence, my hands moving through the familiar motions of cleaning and maintaining my weapons.

The tracker led me to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.It was isolated with no witnesses, which made it a perfect hideout for such a creature.I parked my bike a block away and approached on foot, moving through the shadows like I had been trained. The breed was exactly where the tracker said he would be—sitting on a stack of old crates, eating what looked like raw meat straight from a package.Disgusting.I watched him for a few minutes, studying his movements, looking for weaknesses. He was massive—easily seven feet tall, probably four hundred pounds of pure muscle. The same bear breed who had given Enzo trouble during the fight.But he was relaxed now, off guard and apparently thinking he was safe. Big mistake.I moved fast, closing the distance in seconds, my dagger aimed at his throat.He caught my wrist before the blade could connect.“Well, well.” His voice was a deep rumble. &ldqu

[Enzo's POV]The past twenty-four hours had been hell.And I'd been to hell before—literally walked through fire and bloodshed more times than I could count—but nothing compared to this.The fucking mating heat was consuming me alive.I'd jerked off so many times in the past day that I'd lost count. In the shower. In my bed. At my desk. Against the wall of my office when the need became too overwhelming to ignore.But it didn't help. Nothing helped.Every time I came, the relief lasted maybe ten minutes before the fire started building again. Hotter. More insistent. More unbearable.I wanted her. Burned for her. Ached for her in ways that made me want to tear my own skin off just to feel something different.But I wouldn't approach her.Couldn't approach her.She was right about everything she'd said. This whole mess—the failed mission, her inability to focus, Lance still being in Edgar's clutches—it was all because of me and this damned curse.If I had never waltzed into her life,