Semua Bab Chained To An Enemy Alpha: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Elariana His kiss changed everything. When Zane’s lips met mine, it wasn’t merely a physical touch—it was a dam breaking. The wall I had built around myself over years of suffering in the Black Rock pack, under the cold stone floors and Kian’s cruelty, collapsed like a house of cards. Zane didn’t ask. He didn’t demand. He called to me. And for the first time in my life, I wanted to answer. As he pulled me onto him, the thin fabric of my nightgown seemed to scorch between our bodies. I felt every flex of Zane’s muscles beneath me, the hard strength of his thighs under my own. The air in the room thickened, saturated with his scent—that deep, forest-musk that once symbolized power, but had become safety to me. My hands, which had been clutching his shoulders, slowly relaxed. I was no longer holding on to keep from falling; I held him because I wanted to feel him. My fingers slid into the short hair at his nape, drawing his face closer to mine. His kiss deepen

Zane Elariana collapsed against my chest, trembling, her lungs struggling to catch up after the overwhelming wave my mouth and tongue had drawn from her. I felt the heat of her skin, the tiny beads of sweat glistening on her shoulder in the pale dawn light. Inside me, my wolf rumbled low and deep, setting a triumphant, protective rhythm for my heart. This wasn’t simple attraction. It was the call of blood. Without any sign or signal, I knew what my wolf had been howling from the very first moment: she was my mate. Mine. She moved slowly. I thought she meant to pull away, but instead she straightened and slid herself back onto my hips. Her movement was uncertain, yet it vibrated with that primal wildness only an alpha’s presence can awaken in his mate. When her skin met mine again, I clenched my teeth. The final links of my self-control stretched to their breaking point. “Lyra…” I growled, my voice deeper and rougher than it had ever been before. My h

Zane The silence pulsed in the room, filled only by our heavy breathing and the soft sounds of skin against skin. Elariana lay spent against my chest, her body still shuddering in small aftershocks of the pleasure we’d just shared. I held her carefully, as if I were guarding the rarest treasure in the world. She buried her face against my neck, and I felt her warm breath on my skin. In that moment, I thought I was satisfied. I thought the tension that had been gnawing at me for days had finally eased. I was wrong. Only a few minutes passed. I watched her pulse slow, felt her skin begin to cool in the dawn air—but deep inside my blood, something else stirred. The bond—the invisible, ancient chain that now bound us irrevocably together—did not quiet. It flared. Like embers suddenly fed with oxygen. My wolf, who moments ago had purred in contentment, now bared its fangs again. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Taking her, breaking through her

Zane Every second that passed without an answer felt like another knife twisting into my conscience. I knelt beside her, helpless and cowardly, waiting for judgment. My wolf, who only moments ago had ruled the moment with pride, now cowered in the farthest corner of my mind, whimpering. I fixed my gaze on the creases of the sheet, unable to bear the thought of seeing fear or hatred in her eyes. My fingers were still trembling beside her thigh, but I did not dare touch her, afraid she would pull away. Then she moved. I heard the soft whisper of silk as she slowly pushed herself up onto one elbow. Her breathing was still uneven, but no longer from shock, only from exhaustion. "Zane," she said quietly. I flinched at the sound of my name. I was ready for accusations, for tears, for her to drive me away. But what she said next was something no experience as an Alpha and no battle instinct could have prepared me for. "I think you fucked the soul rig

Elariana After that morning, the world changed. Not because the colors grew brighter or the air cleaner, but because I felt my own weight on the ground differently. The mark pulsing on my neck Zane’s mark felt like a constant, burning reminder that I was no longer alone. Through the bond I felt his calm, his satisfaction, and the endless dark fire that now burned for me. When I stepped into the corridor, I tried to hide the scar with my hair, but it was useless. You cannot hide the scent of a bond from a wolf pack. Our scents had merged. My skin no longer carried only my own, but Zane’s as well: rain soaked forest and the masculine aroma of dominant Alpha power. As I entered the great hall, the noise fell away at once. I remembered that earlier I had asked them not to bow to me. I had not wanted them to fear me or feel compelled because of my rank or my connection to Zane. But now it was different. This was no longer just respect. This was the pack’s