Todos os capítulos de BOUND BY THE ALPHA TRIPLETS: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Aisla's POVThe courtyard smelled of sweat, iron, and unease.I stood at its centre, Mora's sharp eyes on me, the pack circling like wary wolves unsure if I was prey or predator. The younger warriors whispered my name like a prayer. The older ones watched in silence, jaws clenched, suspicion coiled tight in their gazes."Again," Mora barked.I raised my hand, fingers trembling, and summoned the shield. Silver light shimmered into a dome around me. My heart hammered in rhythm with the chant running in my head, every word Mora had drilled into me etched into bone.Three warriors charged. Their claws scraped against the dome, sparks flying. The shield held for a breath. Then one wolf slammed harder, and cracks raced across the surface like lightning splitting stone.I gasped, sweat dripping down my back."Don't let it break!" Mora snapped. "You are Moonblood! You hold, or you fall!"The words struck like claws. My jaw locked, and I forced the shield back into place, pouring every thread

The Seer's POVThe trees bent for me when I walked.Not because I commanded them but because they remembered me. Old roots never forget whose blood was spilt on their soil. Mine had watered these lands once before. I had left this place in exile, and I swore I would never return.But now, I was back.Not as an outcast or a sister.But as dominion.The hunters trailed behind me with heavy and impatient steps. Men scarred with sigils etched into their skins and wolves bred to kill. They thought they had me in their hands. They thought they owned me.Fools.They had no idea who was truly in charge.One of the hunters, a broad-shouldered man with a patch on his left eye, stepped closer. "Seer," he spat the title like it stung his tongue. "You promised us the Moonblood. Where is she?"I did not slow down. My fingers brushed the bark of a pine tree, and it shivered. "Do not ask me where. Ask me when. The Moonblood is not a prey to be stalked. She is fire waiting for her own spark. And when

Aisla's POVThe night after the battle remained clear in my head. It was filled with smoke, blood, and the stunned faces of wolves who once saw me as a servant. But in that moment, I was something else entirely. Something they could not name without trembling.And now here I was, back in the training yard.The air was filled with the clang of steel and the thud of bodies against the ground. The warriors sparred in pairs and flashed their claws as their muscles strained. I stood among them with tense shoulders, pretending I belonged."Again," barked the drill master. His eyes darted toward me sceptically before he snapped his attention back to the line of soldiers. "Form up. Defensive stance."I shifted my weight and mimicked the others. My training with Mora had been different, and I had forgotten some steps and movements I learnt before I went into hiding after Thorne tried to kill me. My arms ached from hours of training, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. If I faltered, they w

Head Hunter's POVThe firelight painted the scars across my men's faces and coloured the shadows sinking deep into the hollows of their eyes. We sat in the clearing at the edge of Bloodfang territory, the stench of wolf-scent heavy on the wind. Wolves. Even now, the word left a sour taste in my mouth."You've tied us to beasts," Garran spat, his hand never leaving the dagger at his belt. His face was twisted and half-burned from a raid years ago. "You expect us to fight alongside them? I'll soon slit one's throat while he sleeps."Murmurs rose in agreement. Hunters were not wolves. We were not meant to share fire or ground. And yet, here we were.I raised a hand and the camp fell silent. My voice cut through the smoke like steel. "We did not come to bow. We came to claim."One of the younger hunters leaned forward with gleaming eyes. "But you promised them, didn't you? You promised those dogs that if they gave us the Moonblood, we'd leave their lands. Pull back and find another place

Aisla's POVThe grove had always been quiet in a way that clung to my skin and made me forget the world outside. But now the quiet was gone. My days hummed with voices…the bond tugged like a thousand strings in my chest, Mora's chants beat in my ears, and always, always, the echo of that dark whisper from the Seer."Again," Mora snapped as her staff struck the ground so sharply I flinched.I pressed my hands together, and my palms burned as I whispered the chant under my breath. The words were ancient and jagged, foreign against my tongue. Still, I forced them out."Clear the mind. Silence the bond. Still the fire."The chant echoed, and my chest loosened… just a little. The noise dimmed, and the cords to the triplets quieted enough that I could breathe without drowning in them. The Seer's voice was faint, too. It was almost gone."Good," Mora said, though her face never softened. "But your shoulders still tremble. You think silence is absence. It is not. Silence is control."I swallo