Todos os capítulos de Bound to the Enemy Alpha: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Chapter 111Rohan POVThe invitation arrived wrapped in courtesy and edged in threat. Regional Alpha summits always pretended to be about cooperation—trade routes, border disputes, neutral zones. But everyone in the room knew what they really were.They were tests and a way to see who had started to lean too far into comfort, into attachment, into the kind of softness that others could exploit.I stood at the tall windows of the council hall and watched the valley below as the last of the delegations arrived. Banners snapped in the wind. Wolves moved in tight formations, their leaders at the center like the sun around which the rest of their pack revolved.Once, I liked that image as it portrayed power as gravity. Now it felt like a trap.My wolf stirred under my skin, restless, sensing what my mind already knew. The air in this place wasn’t just tense—it was sharpened. Every greeting, every nod of respect, every polite smile carried a question behind it.Where do you stand now, Rohan

Chapter 113Amanda POVI had always believed envy was a quiet thing. A shadow emotion you tucked behind smiles and polite laughter and pretended didn’t live in your chest like a second, uglier heart. But I learned that night that envy could be loud and it could roar.The gathering was meant to be dull. One of those political dinners where alliances were measured in how close you sat to someone’s seat and how long you held their gaze before looking away. The room smelled like polished wood, old money, and restrained ambition. Alphas, corporate wolves, and human power brokers all pretending they were there for the same reason when none of them were.I arrived perfectly on time. All the great families were there, including Rohan and his IronClaw pack. He stood near the central table, tall and immovable, like the room had been built around him instead of the other way around. People leaned in when he spoke. They laughed a half-second too late at his jokes, as if afraid to interrupt the ec

Chapter 115Rohan POVI had seen cruelty before. I had ordered it, allowed it and used it when the world demanded sharp edges. But watching what they did to Ella felt different. It felt intimate.The screen glowed in the dim office as I scrolled, my jaw locked so tight it ached. Headlines bled into comments and comments turned into threats. There were threats turned into fantasies of punishment from people who had never seen her, never spoken to her, never earned the right to say her name.Mistress. Homewrecker. A bought woman. Disposable.Some of them spoke about her like she was an object I’d grown bored of. Others spoke like she’d seduced me into ruin. A few went further, promising to “teach her a lesson,” to “put her in her place.”My wolf snarled, a violent, caged thing inside my ribs. I crushed the phone in my palm hard enough that the case cracked. The pain barely registered. This was my fault.It was not because the lies were true but because I had underestimated how vicious t

Chapter 117Ella POVThe world shifted after the reveal. Everything didn’t change at once and it wasn’t explosions or applause or dramatic kneeling like the old stories promised. It was quieter than that and far more unsettling.People started looking at me differently. I would find that doors opened before I reached them. I could walk into a conversation and the entire thing would stop when I entered the room. Gradually they would restart in softer tones, more careful ones. Some notable names in the rank that had once spoken to me casually now added titles they’d never bothered with before. Advisors smiled too quickly and those I knew were against me smiled not at all.There was no long room for pity here as fear took its place. I noticed it first in the small things. The way people stepped aside instead of brushing past me. The way questions turned into requests and how silence followed my words, as if everyone was weighing them for hidden meanings.Ella, the woman they had dragge

Chapter 119Ella POVI woke up because my body decided it was time. It was not because a phone vibrated against the bedside table.It was not because someone knocked, urgent and breathless, already halfway into bad news. Neither was it because the world had caught fire overnight and needed my name attached to it.The realization came slowly, like my mind didn’t trust it enough to accept it all at once.The room was filled with light—soft, unbothered light, the kind that slipped through the curtains without demanding anything in return. There were no alarms blinked or messages stacked themselves into a digital wall of expectation. My phone lay where I’d left it the night before, dark and silent, like it hadn’t spent weeks screaming at me with notifications and accusations and headlines that felt sharper than knives.I stayed still longer than necessary, staring at the ceiling, listening. Nothing answered me.There were no raised voices drifting through the halls or hurried footsteps. T