All Chapters of Bound to the Enemy Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

154 Chapters

You’re My Wife

Chapter Thirty OneElla POV The road leading back to the Iron Claw packhouse stretched ahead of us, lined with tall trees that blurred into dark streaks against the tinted window. I had been staring out of it for most of the ride, my reflection faintly superimposed on the world outside, my thoughts louder than the hum of the engine.My mind kept circling back to the moment Rohan had stood up in front of Grand Alpha Lazi. The way his voice had cut through the room, unapologetic. The way Lazi had gone silent following his words. I hadn’t expected it from him. Not when he’d spent most of the visit acting like my existence was an inconvenience he tolerated out of obligation. Yet, when it mattered, he had stepped forward as though the decision had already been made long before anyone else thought to challenge it.That single act replayed itself again and again, refusing to loosen its grip on me. Then there was Amanda.My jaw tightened slightly at the thought of her. The timing had been

A Taste of Iron Claw

Chapter Thirty Two:Rohan POVHer words landed softly, almost carelessly. “As long as I get you to like me…”They should not have mattered.They were calculated, I knew that. Ella never said anything without intent. Every smile on her face, every word from her mouth and every choice of phrasing was a move on a board only she could see in full. And yet, something ignited in my chest all the same. It wasn’t a rush of adrenaline or testosterone. It was worse than that. It walked through my body, slow and insidious, spreading heat that slipped into my veins before I could stop it. I felt it settle behind my ribs, pulse once, and then tightened its grip.I looked at her, making sure my eyes pierced into hers. Her lips were still curved with that knowing smile, the one that never quite reached her eyes. I followed the line of her jaw, the delicate hollow at her throat, the rise and fall of her chest beneath the fabric of her nightwear. The candlelight caught her skin in a way that felt a

Ecstasy

Chapter Thirty ThreeElla POVI had told myself I was prepared for this the moment I asked him to my chambers. I had convinced myself that whatever Rohan would do to me, whatever he made me feel, would simply be another tool. It would be nothing more than a plan I had mapped out long before I ever stepped foot into his life. But Rohan’s hands on my body made me realize how wrong I was.With Luciano, desire had always come with promises whispered into my skin and reassurance layered into every touch. He kissed me like he wanted me to stay, like my presence soothed something fragile inside him.His hands had known my body, yes—but they had always stopped just short of the places I never dared to name out loud. He loved the version of me that adored him. He never truly reached for the woman beneath.Rohan was reaching into that woman effortlessly. There was nothing performative in the way he touched me or illusion of safety. His mouth traced me as if he were discovering something forb

Morning Issues

Chapter Thirty FourElla POVThe only thing we shared now was the breath and warmth of our bodies.I lay curled against Rohan’s side, my cheek resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as if it were something I could memorize and carry with me later. His skin was still warm beneath my palm as I traced slow, absentminded lines across his chest, not trying to seduce, not trying to provoke. It was just me touching him because I could. Because for this brief stretch of time, nothing else demanded my attention.His fingers moved through my hair in lazy curves, combing, smoothing, occasionally tugging just enough to remind me he was present. It wasn’t rough and this wasn’t about strategy. It was quiet and intimate in a way that unsettled me more than passion ever could. This was dangerous territory.Moments like this blurred lines and softened edges. They made enemies look like men and plans feel like distant thoughts instead of sharp weapons clutched tightly in

Options

Chapter Thirty FiveRohan POVHow quickly the night had turned. By the time I left the room, I was sure the day would bring nothing but problems.It was almost laughable how fast things unraveled. One moment, Ella had been beneath my hands, the world listening to breath and the sound of our bodies touching each other. Next minute, I was stepping into a corridor that smelled faintly of polish and old stone, carrying the burden of a news that would be too damaging to repair once the cock crows.I didn’t slam the door at her when I left. I was angry, but that would have been childish and emotionally immature. I closed it with care, considering we had just had a good time to disrupt order.But everything in my chest screamed that it already had. I walked.The palace at night was an entirely different organism. During the day, it buzzed with servants, aides, guards, and schedules. At night, it stripped itself bare following my direct order that everyone should retire for the day. So it wa

Finding the Culprit

Chapter Thirty SixElla POVThe air outside the palace was always different from the inside walls. It was like it had its own opinions.Ria and I had claimed one of the discreet meeting points just beyond the eastern wing, a spot shielded by tall hedges and old stone pillars that had seen far too many secrets to care about one more. Multiple screens glowed between us. Tablets, phones, a laptop balanced on a marble bench. The quiet buzz of technology clashed with the ancient stillness of the grounds.My face was everywhere. It was not fully clear and not fully hidden either. A curve of my jaw. The fall of my hair. The unmistakable silhouette of Rohan beside me, even when his face was blurred just enough to fuel speculation rather than certainty.The posts multiplied faster than I could scroll. Ria exhaled slowly, the kind of breath someone took when they already knew the conclusion but still had to walk another person toward it. “This is past containment,” she said. “Analysts are alrea

Higher Powers

Chapter Thirty SevenElla POV By the time evening settled into the palace, I had managed exactly three bites of food.The tray sat on the small dining table in my room, steam long gone, appetite even further. My body was present, but my mind was still outside the palace walls, replaying headlines, comments, pauses in conversations, the way power shifted without warning.I was lifting my glass when my phone rang. Ria. I answered immediately.“I found him,” she said, skipping every unnecessary preface.My spine straightened. “Where.”“A café on the west end. Quiet place. He’s alone.”“When.”“Now,” she replied. “Before anyone else does.”I glanced at the untouched plate, then at the clock. “Send me the location. I’ll come.”“You haven’t eaten.”“I can eat later,” I said. “This can’t wait.”She hesitated only briefly before sending the address. I grabbed my coat, ignored the food entirely, and left without alerting anyone. There was no entourage or guards. Tonight required invisibility,

Recognition

Chapter Thirty EightLuciano POV Dinner ended the way I liked it to end. A lovely meal over a quiet, comfortable, and carefully prepared table.Amanda and I had settled into the living room afterward, the plates cleared, the lights dimmed just enough to soften the edges of the night. She had tucked herself against my side on the couch, legs drawn up, her head resting lightly against my shoulder as if that space had always belonged to her. The television played in the background, a low murmur of voices and graphics that neither of us was paying much attention to.It should have stayed that way. I reached for the remote, half watching, half not, when the screen shifted from some meaningless segment to a breaking news banner. The anchor’s tone changed first. Sharper. More alert. That was always the giveaway.Amanda stiffened slightly against me. Then the image appeared.Alpha Rohan. There was no mistaking him. Even in a still photograph, even caught mid motion, his presence dominated th

Impossible Happenings

Chapter Thirty NineAmanda POV Luciano going to bed without me felt like he was hiding something. He didn’t need to tell me though. I knew part of him was scared that if she’s the one, she had met someone better.I stayed on the couch long after his footsteps faded down the hallway, the television still muted, the glow from the screen reflecting against the glass table in front of me. The news replayed silently, the same frozen image looping over and over. Alpha Rohan and the woman beside him. A mystery everyone suddenly cared about.I scoffed softly to myself. Ella. The thought irritated me more than I wanted to admit.There was no logical world where a man like Rohan would marry someone like her. That belief grounded me. It was a basic hierarchy. Power recognized power. Wealth married wealth. Influence aligned with influence. Rohan wasn’t just rich. He controlled transactions that shaped the city’s economy from logistics to trade routes, underground alliances, and official approval

Uncomfortable Silence

Chapter FortyElla POVI woke up to silence I wasn’t very comfortable with.The bed was too neat on the other side. It was cold and just untouched. Rohan didn’t come in during the night. Of course, that did not surprise me. Men like him did not linger after nights that complicated their mornings. They compartmentalized, executed and moved on.I stayed where I was for a full minute, staring at the ceiling, counting my breaths like it was a briefing I needed to survive. Then I reached for my phone. Emotions could wait. Information could not.The screen lit up with exactly what I expected and still did not want to see. The story had grown teeth overnight.What had been a curiosity had become a conversation. What had been a conversation had become a debate. The photos were everywhere now. Cropped, enhanced, dissected. Analysts had opinions. Influencers had theories. Comment sections had verdicts. Nobody knew who I was and everyone was certain they did.I scrolled without flinching. Panic

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