Todos os capítulos de Bound to the Enemy Alpha: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Chapter 71Ella POVI woke before the alarm, before the light fully claimed the room, before I remembered completely where I was.The motel suite breathed quietly around me, that peculiar stillness that belonged to places meant for passing through rather than staying. The curtains were half-drawn, letting in a pale, early-morning gray that softened everything it touched. For a moment, I lay still, listening to the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of a truck passing on the highway, grounding myself in the ordinary.Then I became aware of him. Rohan slept on the other side of the room, on the couch that had been converted into a bed sometime during the night. His jacket—his coat, really, heavy and dark—was draped neatly over the back of a chair, as though even exhaustion had not overridden his instinct for order. His shoes sat side by side near the door, aligned with an almost military precision. There was nothing careless about his presence, even here and yet the ro

Chapter 73Ella POVBy the time we reached the place we had set out for, the road had already worked its quiet spell on me. The drive should have felt long, even tedious, but instead it folded in on itself, shrinking until it felt like we had barely been moving at all. Rohan drove with one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting loosely near the gear shift, his posture relaxed in a way that still carried control. We spoke less than we had earlier, but the silence between us was not empty. When we stepped out to complete the last part of the trip, there was no ceremony to it. It was just the two of us moving through the space side by side, occasionally brushing shoulders, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him even when he did not touch me. I caught myself noticing small things I had never allowed myself to linger on before: the way his gaze tracked the environment before settling back on me, the way his presence seemed to steady the air around us. It unsettled me how

Chapter 75Amanda POVBy the time the confirmation arrived, I already knew what it would say. I could feel it in the way the air had shifted around me over the past week. There had been conversations ending when I entered a room, glances exchanged too quickly to be innocent, the faint but unmistakable hum of something reorganizing itself without my consent.Still, knowing something in your bones does not blunt the impact when it is finally placed in writing. I stared at the document on my tablet longer than necessary, my fingers frozen against the glass as if touching it might burn.Ella’s name sat there calmly, neatly typed, flanked by numbers that carried far more weight than they appeared to at first glance. She had shares, voting power, and influence. It was just not symbolic or ceremonial. It was all real.She had not just bought her way into my father’s company. She had positioned herself at its spine. I scrolled slowly, my jaw tightening with every line. The percentages were un

Chapter 77Rohan POVThe first report reaches me without ceremony. There are no alarms, frantic calls or dramatic language to them and that alone tells me something has gone wrong.The message is brief, stripped down to essentials, transmitted through a channel reserved for matters that are meant to be understood without explanation. We used coordinates to operate and it told us the time window, number of assailants and outcome.Outcome: neutralized.I read it once and then again. Neutralized is a word that usually follows orders. It implies strategy, execution, aftermath. It does not imply improvisation or panic. It certainly does not imply coincidence.I lean back in my chair, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on nothing.Ella was alone and that detail arrived next, folded into a secondary transmission. It’s not emphasized or dramatized. It was just stated, as though it were expected. As though it were obvious that no one else had been needed.That is when the unease settles in. It’s not

Chapter 79Ella POVThe first thing I noticed wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t a confession or a touch or a moment charged enough to justify alarm. It was simply that Rohan was there.He was not looming or waiting. He was not deliberately seeking me out in ways that felt obvious or intrusive. He was just present like he was a structural element of the house I had somehow failed to account for before. He was like a corridor that had always existed but only recently begun to register in my peripheral vision.In the mornings, our paths overlapped without coordination. I would step out of my room and find him already walking the hall, sleeves rolled back, hair still damp as if he had just come from the shower. Or I would descend the stairs and hear his footsteps echoing from the opposite wing, our arrivals at the ground floor timed so closely it felt rehearsed—though I knew it wasn’t.Sometimes we said nothing at all. We passed each other with nods, brief glances, a shared silence that felt… se