All Chapters of Bound By Blood: The Alpha's Human Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ethan’s POVHer words just hung there in the air between us, thick and vicious, less like a threat and more like a gauntlet thrown straight at my feet, daring me to pick it up. The way she delivered it—cold, certain, with that edge of steel in her voice—made my blood surge hot and furious through my veins. She wasn’t bluffing; I could see it in the fire of her eyes, the way her chin lifted just a fraction. Someone had her back. Someone with enough weight to make her this bold, to turn my fragile little human into a weapon pointed right at my throat.But who the fuck could it be? My mind raced through the possibilities, each one twisting the knot in my gut tighter. Not Lucas—he was too much of a pup, all charm and no real bite. Not Marcus; he played his games in the shadows, but this felt too direct, too raw. Definitely not Thorne; that slimy bastard was all about manipulation, not outright alliances. Had Thorne let something slip about what Sophia really was? About the power humming u

Ethan's POVHer words lingered in the air, coming across like a direct dare.Thorne stayed frozen in place, her eyes locked on something just beyond my shoulder, smartly keeping clear of the crossfire. I sensed the falsehood shaping on my tongue even before I'd fully chosen to voice it."We were talking about a possible breach in security," I stated, keeping my tone steady and composed, the ideal pitch for an Alpha handling a routine operational hiccup. I shifted a bit to bring Thorne into the mix. "Isn't that right, Thorne?"She didn't hesitate at all. "Yes, Alpha. One of the boundary sensors went off last night by the eastern hill. Probably just a deer setting it off falsely, but rules require checking everyone's whereabouts."At least it came off as plausible.She didn't seem entirely sold."A sensor?" she echoed, her voice dripping with doubt. "And that called for this... heated exchange?""The pack's safety isn't something I brush off," I responded, letting a touch of real firmne

Ethan's POVHer statement grew more alarming with every passing moment. My destiny and my ruin. It reverberated in my head, yet she hadn't finished."Ruin?" I croaked at last, the term feeling alien and repulsive in my mouth. "What kind of ruin? Get to the point, Felicia. I didn't travel here for puzzles."A raspy, brittle chuckle slipped from her. "The future doesn't arrive with directions and a blueprint, Alpha. It arrives in hints and alerts. In crimson and celestial glow." Her amethyst eyes, still veiled by sights, appeared to pierce straight past me. "You want details? You, who thrives on certainties? The cosmos trades in potentials.""Then hand me a potential I can act on!" I growled, my hands balling into fists. The commanding Alpha, accustomed to leading forces and carving out domains, stood completely helpless against this lady and her infuriating ambiguities.Her attention shifted to a sizable, fabric-shrouded item on a main stand. With a bony finger, she drew back the plush

Sophia's POVThe term 'letter' lingered in the space between us, shattering the delicate, intimate vibe that had started to build. My bewilderment had to be obvious on my face.But I needed to focus and push aside the clear spark and pull we shared."Letter? Which letter?" I questioned, withdrawing my hand from his. The vibe shattered, giving way to a fresh, keen interest.Marcus's face hardened with annoyance. "The one I handed him yesterday. Basic envelope, no labels. He reacted like he'd spotted a specter when he grabbed it. He brushed me off right away, said to pretend I'd never laid eyes on it." He dragged a hand through his thick hair. "Ethan doesn't receive personal correspondence. It all filters through Idris or the group admins. This stood out. Hidden. And he's been thrown off since, explaining his quick exit this morning. I figured... maybe he'd mentioned it to you. That he shared whatever it involves with you."I didn't truly believe it mattered much, but the gravity Marcus

Sophia's POVMarcus's revelation hit hard, yet it wasn't entirely unexpected. This love story had just taken a darker turn with a covertly smitten adopted cousin vying for the Alpha's affection—it almost felt clichéd, especially given her demeanor.This went beyond a mere fling; it was warped and convoluted."Adopted?" I echoed, the term seeming inadequate. "So she's not... related by blood.""Victor brought her in at age three, after her group was decimated in a border clash," Marcus clarified, keeping his tone hushed. "She was raised alongside us. She felt like a sibling. Ethan, in particular, was incredibly defensive of her. But as time passed, her emotions... evolved. They shifted from familial to... calculated. Ethan never returned them. He viewed her as kin. An obligation. But Jess... she's always been driven. And linking with the Blackwell Alpha represents the height of that drive for someone like her."An obligation. The exact phrase he applied to his connection with me. Is th