All Chapters of Bound By Blood: The Alpha's Human Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sophia's POVI was still spinning from what I'd overheard from Zed and Jessica—or whoever Jessica was aligned with. I wasn't totally certain yet.But one thing I knew for sure was that something was set to go down at midnight tonight, and I had no clue if it was part of Ethan's strategy or Jess's.I figured I had to clue someone in. Ethan wouldn't buy it from me, so Marcus was my next bet.My hands were trembling as I clutched the phone Victor had given me. This device might just bail us out tonight—or drop us right into a setup. I fiddled with it until I spotted Marcus's number. He'd hear me out. He had to.I staggered back into the lodge via the kitchen entrance, my breaths coming in quick, hushed gasps. Upstairs, I could hear Amelia giggling with one of the junior guards, Marek, I believed. A decent fellow, always slipping her bonus treats. Was he part of this? Were they all?I barricaded myself in the ground-floor b

Ethan's POV I finally came to, aching all over with a pounding headache. Everything was still fuzzy, and the air stank of blood, combat, and the foul odor of the Night Fang pack. I was flat on my back, feeling a sharp twinge on my left side. When I glanced over, I saw a ripped muscle that was mending already, no doubt thanks to Lucas's treatment. My skull throbbed as I attempted to sit up, but Idris gently pushed me back down. "Take it slow, Alpha. That was a nasty blow." Idris's expression was dead serious, more intense than usual, and the area felt like a cemetery after all that brutal violence and slaughter. My fighters were weaving through the corpses, searching for anyone alive, their looks somber. The remnants of the red flare left a faint glow against the brightening horizon. "Sophia," I rasped, the name scraping my sore throat. "Amelia. Thorne." Idris gripped my shoulder harder, a sign of what was coming. "They're gone. The tunnel... it led to an old root cellar, unu

Sophia's POVThose words kept ringing in my mind. What on earth had I stumbled into? Jumping from one mess to the next, and now a rival pack's alpha wanted to breed me. It came off as totally absurd and idiotic, yet somehow not completely off base."No," I murmured, the refusal clear as day."That's... he can't."Thorne's working eye, red-rimmed and intense, locked onto mine. "He's a hunter, Sophia. He doesn't view you as an individual. To him, you're an asset. A tool to duplicate." Her glance shifted to Amelia, who huddled quietly by my side, taking it all in with the awful awareness of a kid who'd witnessed far too much. "He'll exploit whatever it takes to force you to give in."A thick quiet fell over us, heavy with everything left unspoken. The far-off noises from the base served as a steady nudge that we were trapped. I ran my fingers along the rough grout between the rocks, my thoughts spiraling into grim, frantic paths. Getting out felt hopeless. Help seemed like a dream. Ethan

Ethan's POVI loathed this location, yet I'd put it all on the line for Sophia, Amelia, and Thorne.The aroma of Night Fang territory struck like a vicious onslaught. It mixed heavy animal scent with decay, rust, and murky standing water—the reek of a monster nestled in its own grime. Every breath felt like an outrage, the atmosphere latching onto my lungs like venom. But underneath, softer than a sigh yet blaring in my spirit, was her. Sophia. Dread, agony, and that resilient, radiant essence that belonged solely to her. It served as a compass in the blackness, guiding me onward through the soaring, barren branches of the pines at the Ironwood fringe.I arrived with a squad of merely two, as beyond my dignity, I sought to steer clear of outright battle.Marcus positioned to my left, a bulk of hushed, bottled-up wrath. His normal cheer had burned away, exposing just the battle-hardened soldier, his gaze combing the gloom for perils. To my right, Idris moved like a phantom, his slender

Ethan's POV The guards were thick around us in this spot while I held out for the guys I'd slipped in. Victor wasn't the lone one with spies in my group—I had my own planted here too, and I just prayed the scheme pulled off since I hadn't caught my cue yet. Marcus's back-and-forth steps mirrored our joint nerves. "He's messing with us, Ethan. Dragging it out. Every tick we waste here," "We hold," I snapped, my tone like stone. "For what?" Marcus whispered sharply. "For the cue." Idris, motionless as a watchman by the entrance, didn't shift. "It'll hit." As though called by his sureness, a lone, faint buzz pulsed against my leg. My private, coded phone. A gadget no Night Fang had guts to snag, a tiny nod to the shaky codes Holloway still faked following. I pulled it out, hiding the display with my frame. One note from Donovan. No text. Just three ico