All Chapters of Bound By Blood: The Alpha's Human Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The following days were grueling yet rewarding for each bruise, each tumble, showing me how to rise again regardless of the setback. Early mornings with Marcus, followed by meals with the reserved Amelia, who I began questioning more and more about. What happened to her mom? Why was she so withdrawn despite being a kid bursting with potential? Why did she seem so tense around her last remaining parent? These thoughts swirled in my head during our breakfasts and teaching times together.The drawn-out, idle stretches of the afternoon went to storytelling for her or strolling the sections of the property I could access, all the while pushing aside the relentless, throbbing complaints from my thoughts and physique alike, stemming from the soreness of my workouts and the worries clouding my every idea.I craved answers, but I doubted anyone would share them, no matter how much trust I built.Marcus, meanwhile, was a merciless mentor. He was never satisfied, just sometimes a little less dis

The surroundings seemed to drag to a halt as I finally saw his brutality up close and personal. The dim shine of the moon reflecting off the shadowy blood spots on his shirt. It all seemed dreamlike, and it was on me for misjudging him yet again.I saw him vanish inside the house, and at last, I snapped out of my frozen state, fumbling back into my quarters and pulling the glass panel closed, though I skipped locking it—what good would it do? It’s not as if a latch could hold him back.I’d attempted it before, trust me.The place felt eerily still, and then it hit me. Gentle, deliberate steps climbing the main stairs. He was heading up. Hadn’t he caused enough damage today?My breathing caught. I retreated until my calves bumped the bed’s edge, and I dropped onto it, my frame shaking wildly. The handle on my bedroom door twisted with a quiet, resolute snap.The door opened wide, and he dominated the entrance. He entered appearing altered, the earlier icy attitude vanished, swapped for

The word ‘matebond’ lingered in the greenhouse air, a explosive that had blown apart the final bit of my composure. He was clearly courting disaster. A laugh slipped from my mouth because he must’ve been pulling my leg. Two werewolves, one connection? It was unthinkable. It was crazy. “No,” I murmured, shaking my head and staggering back a step. “That can’t be. You’re making this up.” “I’m not,” Marcus insisted, his tone hushed and passionate. He moved forward, his gray eyes blazing with a fire that matched his sibling’s. “I’ve fought to dismiss it. I’ve tried chalking it up to guardianship, to sympathy, to whatever else. But it’s real, Sophia. A draw every bit as potent as the one tying you to him. Can you truly say you sense nothing when I’m close?” That was the scariest piece. I couldn’t deny it. His nearness was a steady refuge amid Ethan’s chaos. It hummed on a separate wavelength, a softer vibe, but it existed, though Ethan would torch everything before letting this unfold.

Sophia’s POVSiblings.The universe appeared to be pulling a truly vicious prank on me as the term reverberated in my thoughts, even after Thorne had gone, leaving me to my swirling ideas.This prank was far too grave to qualify as one, yet it struck me as too ridiculous to be factual. I’d figured I had to distance myself from both of them, when really, I needed to sprint. Sprint as swiftly as possible from the shadows of all three.The wildest aspect was that I sensed an attraction to each of them. Lucas was effortless with his grins that calmed me and his playful blinks that awakened something inside. Marcus was the intense, rebellious, and strong fighter who was kind and attentive. He made me feel cherished. And then there was Ethan. The oppressor. The one whose effect on me I couldn’t pin down. One instant he sent flutters through my belly, and the next he was dangling someone’s fate over my rebellion.This whole mess was so bewildering, and now they all carried the same lineage

Sophia’s POVAlpha Victor’s lips were cold—deliberately, chillingly cold—against my skin. The kiss was nothing but ceremony, a polished little act for the audience, proof that he was refined, civilized, a gentleman. God, the family resemblance hit me like a slap. Same blood, same bones. And yet every cell in my body was screaming that this man was something else entirely.If he truly was the Great Alpha, what could he possibly want from me? Why send a wolf to drag me off in the dark and then waltz in here the next day like a king inspecting his province? Was this whole visit just another move on the board, another way to tighten the screws, or was my mind spinning threats out of thin air?Those pale grey eyes held mine far too long, peeling me open, and I had to lock every muscle to keep from ripping my hand away. This wasn’t Ethan’s explosive, burn-the-house-down fury. This was glacial. Absolute. The kind of power that didn’t need to raise its voice because the world already knelt.“