Bound By Blood: The Alpha's Human Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Jessica’s POV (Special Chapter)Comfortable was a relative thing. The room wasn’t a dungeon. It was clean, though basic—a narrow bed, a plain wooden chair, and a small window cut high in the stone wall that let in only a thin slice of iron-gray sky. It was cold, the air heavy with damp earth, pine, and a faint, underlying musk of wolf that didn’t belong to Blackthorn or Blackwell. This one was wilder, sharper. Night Fang.But I wasn’t chained. I wasn’t starved. A guard brought plain, filling meals twice a day. They’d even given me a change of clothes. This wasn’t the treatment of an ordinary prisoner of war. This was the careful holding of an asset—an inconvenient, unplanned asset.I sat on the edge of the bed, running through every possible scenario for the hundredth time. The attack had been brutal, terrifying in its violence, but the second Peter Holloway had looked at me in Ethan’s hallway, something had shifted in his cold eyes. Not just hatred—annoyance. Like I was a piece of fu

Sophia’s POV A latent ability. Dormant power. Those words kept echoing in the sterile, soundproofed quiet of Maison’s office, way more terrifying than any outright threat. They suggested I wasn’t just caught between two worlds—I might be something neither world had prepared for. “I… I’m asking for a friend,” I lied, the words coming out brittle. “Someone in the pack. They’ve been having… strange episodes. I’m just trying to understand.” It was a weak cover, but it was all I had. Maison didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push. He was a man who understood the value of secrets and the danger of dragging them into the light. He nodded slowly. “I know of one reference. A case file from my grandfather’s time. A werewolf, not from any major pack, who could generate and control electrostatic energy. They called him a ‘

Ethan’s POVIt slammed into me like a sledgehammer to the chest, then a live wire jammed straight down my throat.One second I was in Victor’s study, staring at a map of the northern territories with the taste of his expensive whiskey sitting like ash in my mouth. The next, my entire world went white-hot and deathly silent.The mate bond had been this constant, aching presence ever since the day I met her. But this wasn’t some gentle pull or quiet plea. This was a detonation. A psychic scream so raw and shattering that my knees buckled on the spot. My vision bleached out to nothing. A roar ripped out of me—not anger, just pure, helpless pain, like my soul was being skinned alive.My bones throbbed, my skin crawled with the frantic, violent need to shift, to tear everything apart, to answer that catastrophic cry the only way my wolf knew how—with teeth and fury. The air around me crackled. A vase on Victor’s desk exploded, shattered by the wild wave of energy pouring off me.“Ethan!” L

Lucas’s POV (Special Chapter)I’m the shadow to his sun. The echo to his roar. I’m Lucas Blackwell, the spare, the afterthought, the one who learned to slip through rooms without making a sound so I wouldn’t interrupt the precious heir’s training. Ethan never had to learn silence—the whole world just shifted to make space for his voice.People think my resentment is small and childish. Just younger-brother jealousy. They don’t get that it’s a geometric truth. Every bit of power, every drop of admiration, every piece of legacy that pours into him is something I lose. I’m the living proof of everything he isn’t: not the Alpha, not the savior, not the first pick. I’m the backup plan scribbled in invisible ink.This whole conspiracy? It’s my first real piece of geometry. My equation. And Jessica… Jessica is my wild, beautiful, furious variable.I watch her now, asleep in the bed in the Blackthorn guest suite. In the pale moonlight she looks like the girl I used to climb trees with, not th

Sophia’s POVEverything underneath me seemed to dissolve. The printer’s steady drone, the distant keyboard clicks, the soft whoosh of the AC—they all blurred into nothing, drowned out by the pounding in my ears. Arrested. Handcuffs. Maison’s nose.“Sophia?” Mara’s voice floated over from somewhere far off, tight with concern.“You’re white as a sheet. Sit down for a sec?”I shook my head—too jerky, too mechanical. “No. I… I need to see Maison.”I didn’t wait for her to answer. I turned and walked away fast, catching the low worried murmurs that followed me.His office door was closed. Through the glass I could see him at the drafting table, talking with two of the senior designers, pointing at a spread of blueprints. His profile was to me.I didn’t knock. I just pushed the door open.All three heads snapped up. The designers’ faces shifted instantly from focused to uncomfortable. Maison’s eyes met mine and held.“Sophia. Glad you’re back.” His voice stayed even, but there was a new ca