All Chapters of Bound By The Missing Hours: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The air in the master suite had finally settled. The storm of the breakdown had left the room feeling raw, but the crushing, suffocating weight of the previous hour had retreated into the corners. Danny remained anchored against Alex’s chest, his fingers still curled loosely into the Alpha’s shirt. He felt hollow, like a bell that had been rung too hard, but the terrifying vibration of the withdrawal had finally stilled.“You need to eat,” Alex murmured, his voice vibrating against Danny’s temple. “Dr. Vance says your blood sugar is bottoming out, and the medication won’t sit right on an empty stomach.”Danny let out a long, weary sigh. The thought of food felt alien—as if his body had forgotten how to perform such a mundane human task. “I don’t think I can walk down those stairs, Alex. My legs feel like they’re made of paper.”“Then don’t walk,” Alex said simply.

The aftermath of the balcony incident had turned the Hidden Hearth into a literal fortress of silence. Alex had moved Danny into a smaller, more intimate suite adjoining his own, refusing to let him out of his sight for more than a few minutes at a time. The air in the estate was thick with a protective tension; the pack knew their alphas beloved was fragile, and the Alpha’s fury was a hair-trigger away from erupting.Danny sat by the window of his new room, wrapped in a thick wool cardigan that smelled of Alex’s cedar and wood-smoke scent. He was staring at the distant treeline, trying to reconcile the wolves he had seen with the warmth he felt in the kitchen. He was lost in the rhythm of his own shallow breathing when the impossible happened.On the nightstand, his mobile phone with a violent, jarring buzz.Danny froze. His heart gave a painful, frantic lurch against his ribs. The device had been charged and returned to him by Silas only an hour ago, a gesture meant to help him feel

As the armoured transport hissed through the forests fog, descending toward the sprawling carpet of city lights below, the cabin was silent. Danny sat huddled in the back, the heavy wool cardigan pulled tight around him. He watched Officer Net, who was meticulously calibrating a series of glowing antennas.Officer Net didn’t look like a police officer. He looked like a man who hadn't slept since the turn of the century, his movements precise and clinical."Net," Danny said, his voice cutting through the hum of the engine. "How did you find me that day at the crime scene? I am guessing you weren't just a lucky assignment. You were waiting for me."Net looked up from his screen. He glanced at Alex, who was sitting across from Danny, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead."Tell him, Net," Alex said softly. "He deserves the full picture."Net sighed, pushing his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. "I was never assigned to your case, Danny. I&rs

The docks were a graveyard of rusted shipping containers and the smell of salt and rotting timber. Rain turned the oil-slicked asphalt into a mirror for the flickering amber lights of the security towers. At the far end of Pier 19, a lone black sedan sat idling, its headlights cutting through the fog like a predator’s eyes.Danny watched from the back of the transport as Alex and Silas moved. They didn't run; they vanished. One moment they were there, and the next, they were shadows blending into the industrial landscape.“Jamming active,” Net whispered, his fingers dancing over a tablet. “Ote is in a dead zone. He couldn't call for backup if his life depended on it. Which, statistically, it doesn't.”The passenger door of the sedan opened. Detective Ote stepped out, glancing at his watch and lighting a cigarette. He looked nervous, his eyes darting toward the darkness. He was waiting for Vane, but he didn't realize the mountain had

The transition from the intimacy of Alex’s bedroom to the bustling ecosystem of the Hidden Hearth pack-house was jarring. For Danny, the pack house had always been a place of shadows and secrets, but today, under the bright morning sun, it was a hive of controlled chaos. Every floorboard seemed to hum with the energy of dozens of people, all of them moving with a purpose Danny didn't quite share.But the most overwhelming force wasn't the house—it was the man walking exactly four inches behind his left shoulder."Alex, I’m just going to the kitchen for a refill," Danny said, lifting his empty tea mug. He tried to keep his voice light, but the weight of Alex’s attention was a physical pressure against his spine."I heard you," Alex replied. His voice wasn't just steady; it was resonant, vibrating with a low-frequency territorial warning that Danny felt in his own chest.Alex didn't just follow. He escorted. As they moved into the gr