Semua Bab Bound By Blood: The Alpha's Human Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Sophia’s POV“I really hope this turns out to be even better than anything you’ve experienced before,” he murmured as his hand glided smoothly along my thigh, sending a wave of goosebumps rippling across my skin.Then, his fingers gently slipped inside my vagina. It stung a bit at first, but there was an undeniable pleasure mixed in with the discomfort.I arched my back slightly and drew in a series of quick, shallow breaths. “I hope so too.”He withdrew his hand abruptly. “You’re still a virgin. I don’t think we should go through with this, especially since you’re not fully clear-headed right now. You ought to get some sleep instead.” He rose to his feet.“Please, don’t pull away now. Just keep going. What difference does it make if I’m a virgin or not?”I stretched out and grabbed his arm, drawing him back toward me. I planted tender kisses along his hand, trailing them up to his face while I softly stroked his chin.“Just go ahead and do it,” I said, pouting my lips at him playfull

Sophia’s POVThe pair of men dressed in crisp black suits, who appeared more like undercover operatives than simple drivers, moved forward and wordlessly relieved me of my bags. I didn’t put up any resistance. My sense of dignity had already endured far too many blows over the past few days.I pivoted back toward the apartment, the very one that contained echoes of endless late-night study sessions and budget-friendly delivery meals. I inserted the key into the lock for what I knew would be the final time, hesitated for a moment, and then gradually turned it to secure the door.After that, I crouched down and slipped the keys into the weathered old mailbox.As I rose to my full height, I allowed my gaze to rest on the building one last time. The fissures running along the walls. The neglected potted plant that had stubbornly refused to thrive. The little nook beside the window where I’d often perched, daydreaming about a future wedding with Alex.“This isn’t the conclusion, Sophia,” I

Sophia’s POVI took another look at Amelia, who was now munching away in a hushed manner but sneaking peeks at me every few bites.“Could you share a bit more about Amelia? I’d really like to understand why she’s so reserved. I always figured kids around this age were full of energy and outgoing. She ought to be dressing up in costumes, hosting pretend tea parties with her stuffed animals and dolls…” I began digging into the bacon on my plate.“Mr. Ethan didn’t fill you in? I had a feeling he wouldn’t.” She arched her eyebrows. She stepped nearer and positioned herself right next to me, acting as if she were cleaning the table with a grimy cloth.Then she glanced to her left and right cautiously before she finally leaned in and murmured to me, “She’s the daughter of the Alpha from the Syria pack, and she’s one of the few survivors from her original pack.”She must have picked up on the puzzled expression crossing my face, so she went on, “A pack is essentially a close-knit community ma

Sophia’s POV I crept nearer to the door without a sound, pressing my ear closer. “And you’re acting like a dictator!” Lucas shot back. “What were you expecting? You sensed it, just like I did the instant she showed up. That tug. You can’t brush off a matebond just because it messes with your plans!” Matebond? What’s that supposed to mean? “It’s not a matebond,” Ethan’s tone dropped to a menacing growl. “She’s human. She could never be my mate.” They were discussing me, but what did I have to do with this matebond thing they mentioned? “That’s not a good enough excuse, and you’re aware of it. The Moon Goddess has her own methods. You dragged her here for that reason—don’t deny it to me. You picked up on that damn link and lured her into the pack because of it.” I held my breath, my palm clamping over my mouth to muffle a sharp inhale. Lured her? My thoughts flashed back to his proposal, the agreement, how he’d popped up in my lowest point. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t out of co

Sophia's POV After that understated embarrassment from Ethan, I’d made up my mind to ensure it never repeated. He figured his remarks would crush me completely, and truthfully, they did—until one of his own packmates handed me this straightforward escape route.Marcus.Marcus wasn’t one for gentle introductions.Our kickoff happened at 5 a.m. sharp the following day, in a hidden, dirt-compacted spot tucked behind the primary residence, hidden by a dense barrier of evergreens. The chill was biting and crisp, my exhales forming misty clouds ahead. I’d tied my hair into a sloppy tail and thrown on the only sensible outfit I owned—a set of leggings paired with a comfy tee. I felt ridiculously unprepared beside Marcus, who remained motionless like the nearby trunks, his stare already picking apart my every weakness.“The initial session isn’t focused on landing a strike,” he started, his words slicing the early hush. “It’s about figuring out how to take one.”My gut clenched. “What?”“You