Todos os capítulos de Bound to the Enemy Alpha: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Chapter Forty OneRohan POV By the time night settled over the palace, the noise had become predictable. That was how I knew it was dangerous.Chaos, when it first arrived, was loud in a way that demanded reaction. This was different. This was organized speculation, recycled outrage and a case of a curious people. The kind that waited for permission to escalate. The kind that destroyed reputations slowly, politely, with clean hands.I stood by the window of my study, jacket off, sleeves rolled, phone resting on the desk behind me. It had not stopped buzzing all day with advisors, elders and business partners pretending concern while measuring exposure. Media handlers asking questions they already knew the answers to.I had answered none of them. It was not because I did not have answers, but because answering too soon gave the illusion that I was cornered. I was not.The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the palace grounds, a reminder of the machine I sat at the center of. Trans

Chapter Forty ThreeElla POV I went to see my father because I wasn’t comfortable with the changes happening again. Maybe he can call back everything. The Alpha Dracula estate had not changed. The same towering walls and the same polished stone floors that echoed even the softest footsteps. Power lived here and it did not pretend otherwise. Every time I stepped into his space, I felt it pressing against my spine, reminding me who he was and who he expected me to be.He was already seated when I was shown in, dressed casually in a way that still managed to look deliberate. My father never did anything without intention. That was the problem.“You came quickly,” he said, not looking up from the tablet in his hand.“I didn’t come to admire the decor,” I replied.That earned me a faint smile. He finally looked at me then, eyes sharp, calculating, assessing damage before it was even acknowledged.“So,” he said calmly, “you’ve seen the headlines.”“I’ve lived in them,” I said. “And you’re

Chapter Forty FiveRohan POV Ella left my study quietly.She didn’t slam the door or throw any sharp words over her shoulder. Just a pause at the threshold, a look I chose not to meet, and then the soft click of wood against the frame.That silence stayed behind.I remained where I was, palms pressed flat against the desk, shoulders rigid, staring down at the grain of the polished surface as if it might offer answers it never had before. The room smelled faintly of old parchment and ironwood polish. Usually, this was where control came easiest to me. Tonight, it felt like a holding cell.She wanted clarity. I had given her assurance.They were not the same thing, and we both knew it.Ella had come to me carrying the weight of two men’s decisions. One was her father’s manipulation and my containment and she had asked the one question I was never prepared to answer honestly. What did you do?The truth was layered, strategic and fragile and telling her would have been the fastest way to

Chapter Forty SevenElla POVDinner had always been a performance in this house, but that night it felt like theater with sharpened edges.I was seated close enough to both of them to feel the tension radiating across the table, though not close enough to be invited into the conversation. Rohan sat at the head, composed, unhurried, his posture relaxed in a way that suggested control rather than comfort. My father, Alpha Dracula, sat opposite him, shoulders squared, his presence filling the room without effort. I was positioned between power and power, not as an equal, but as the quiet proof of what they were negotiating.The dining hall glowed with warm light, gold and amber bouncing off polished wood and crystal glassware. Servants moved with practiced precision, refilling glasses, adjusting plates, never lingering long enough to interrupt the flow of conversation. The air smelled of roasted meat and spices, but my appetite had disappeared long before the first course was served.I

Chapter Forty NineElla POVThe corridor felt longer than it had any right to.I had walked it dozens of times since arriving at the palace, but that night every step dragged, every turn echoing with the memory of voices that were not mine deciding things that would shape my life. The dinner replayed in fragments. My father’s measured praise. Rohan’s restraint. The way my name had been spoken as if it were a position, not a person.I had not said much. I had been present, visible, composed. That was the role expected of me. Still, silence did not mean ignorance. I had understood enough to know that the ground beneath me was shifting.What unsettled me most was not Alpha Dracula’s pressure. That was familiar. My father had always believed he knew what was best, even when it hurt. What unsettled me was Rohan’s calm. His assurance that everything was under control without ever explaining what that meant for me.I did not feel reassured. I felt managed. I slowed my pace near one of the si