บททั้งหมดของ BOUND BY THE ALPHA TRIPLETS: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Lucien's POVTwo weeks. Two weeks of pretending I don't know.Two weeks of watching Kieran and Caelan tear themselves apart, sending warriors into the woods, barking orders like it would bring her back.Two weeks of keeping my mouth shut while the whole pack whispers about curses and omens and how maybe the goddess has finally realized her mistake and decided to correct it. Two weeks of fire eating me alive from the inside.I know where she is.I put her there.I carried her, bleeding and broken, into Mora's shadow.But no one can know that. Not my father or the pack. Not even my brothers. Especially not my father. So I run with the search parties. I snarl at every wolf who suggests she is gone. I dig my claws into dirt and bark and tear apart shadows, knowing she won't be there.Every step I take feels like a lie.Kieran paces around with a tight jaw, and his hands shake when he thinks no one sees. He snaps at the elders and rips into warriors. I heard he even snapped at Father.

Thorne's POVThe silence in my office was heavier than any roar of battle.Several reports lay across my desk with maps marked with blood-red ink and tokens from border scouts lined neatly in rows. Each one told me what I already knew…that the world was closing in on me.The Shadowfangs moved first. There was no surprise there; they had been waiting for our weakness to show, and now there is chaos to split us open. The shadowfangs are nothing for me to handle, but now, another wolf pack marches with them. They had come with banners of war and their teeth bared with promises of blood. But even then, they remained the least of my problems. Hunters were gathering from all over the place. I ground my teeth as I stared at the image of the wolf carved into the head of the table. The girl's power attracted so much attention that even the humans became interested again. That blast in the hall with the silver light sent the rogues flying into the walls and rattled the walls. Even I felt th

Mora's POVThis girl will not die on my watch. That was the promise I made the night Lucien staggered into the grove holding Aisla half-dead in his arms as her blood saturated the moss and her power spilt uncontrollably into the air. , And if the promise broke me, so be it.Every morning started the same.I lit the incense and arranged the stones in a circle. Then I draw symbols from ancient times with my staff, and let the word carved into my bones pour fervently into the atmosphere. The shield demanded it.The old shield around the grove was strong enough to hide me and my secrets. But it was never meant to cage a child of Moonblood. Not one who carried the raw spark of the Goddess in her veins.To hold her here and blind the world to her aura, I had to invoke the basement shield. A protection older than even the Alpha line. A place the elders did not know of, but I did.So the cost was mine alone.By the end of every incantation, blood ran from my nose, warm and sticky, staining

Kieran's POVThe battlefield smelled of sweat, smoke and blood.The smoke clung to my fur, and the cries of the dying rang louder than the orders I shouted.But still I shouted.Because if I didn't and I let my voice falter for even a second, the line would collapse. And if the line collapsed, Bloodfang would fall with it. And I will not wait to see that happen."Hold!" I roared despite my bruised throat. "Shields up, drive them back!"The warriors tightened their stance with their claws out and teeth bared. For a moment, the enemies faltered, and the warriors pushed them back. We could not attack them extensively because we had to protect the lines beside us, but our defence was effective. We held the fort against them.For a moment.The broad-shouldered and merciless Ironclaw wolves crashed against us with brute force while the Shadowfangs, slick and fast, slipped through the smallest cracks in our line.I drove my sword into one throat, felt the hot spray of his neck against my fac

Elaria's POVNot while his sons stumbled after that cursed girl like cats chasing light.The war outside was breaking them. I could feel it.When the walls finally cracked, when the fires rose higher than even Thorne's rage could quench, I would be the one to step into the smoke.And they would follow me.Mora's POVThe girl bled again this morning.Not from a blade but from her own body, she tore against the spell I forced her to weave. Her face was covered in red as blood streaked down from her nose and dripped onto the stone floor of the grove's basement. Each drop sizzled as it touched the runes carved into the old slab.She swayed on her knees as she whispered the chant I'd drilled into her throat until her voice cracked. Her hands trembled as her fingers spread over the glowing pattern etched into the slab. The shield strained, and I felt it in every bone of my body. A heavy vibration that clawed at the edges of my mind, a reminder that what we were hiding was too bright and to