All Chapters of Bound By Deception:The Alpha’s Betrayal : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Morgan’s POV I had made another mistake and this time, I was thankful my father was not here to see it or call it out. I winced as I thought about Tristan, found by Jenn and laying almost lifeless in the infirmary. My chest tightened at the sight of him but what made me scared the most was my father finding out my mistake. If he knew things hadn’t gone according to plan, I was terrified of what he would do. Not just to me – but to the man I loved. He might be out of my father’s territory, but that didn’t mean he was free. Prison walls didn’t always look like cells. Sometimes they looked like what my father called mercy and this was it. The Moonlit infirmary was quiet as I approached, the sterile scent of herbs and antiseptic clinging to the air. After the announcement this morning, everything was in chaos. Wade was shocked by the news but I’d seen it coming from miles away. I knew once my father let Tristan go that he was going to make a move. I just didn’t expect it to be this

Jenn’s POV I froze as two sets of eyes in the room snapped up to me. Imagine my surprise when I found Morgan in the same room as the man I found in the forest, but what was more shocking was her position and the look of utter surprise that was plastered on her face. Morgan was on the floor – sitting half upright with her hair disheveled, and eyes bright with shock which was quickly shifting to irritation. Tristan on the other hand looked like he just saw a ghost. He seemed more relieved at my arrival than anger. His face was flushed, and even from where I stood at the far end of the room, I could hear his ragged breathing and the rapid racing of his heart. His hands were balled into fists by his side and his jaw clenched and unclenched. “What,” I said calmly. “What the hell is going on in here?” I wasn’t sure whether to comment on the acrid smell of arousal, sweat and fear that soaked through the already dense air of the room. The silence seemed to stretch on forever before Morg

Jenn’s POV My consciousness returned in fragments. I had no idea which came first, the pain or the sounds of steady, mechanical beeping that drilled into my skull. The smell of antiseptics and herbs. Then there was the smell of blood, faint but unmistakable. My throat burned when I tried to swallow, and when I opened my eyes, the light stabbed so hard I hissed and squeezed them shut again. “Easy.” The voice was familiar. I tried again, slower this time. The ceiling above me was white stone, etched with faint runes meant to stabilize healing energy. I immediately recognized where I was, but the memory of how I arrived here was missing. As if waiting for that very realization, the memory slammed into me without warning. Fear suddenly clawed in my chest as I recalled the rogue attack in my bedroom. I shamefully lost it as it dragged me into the forest. My breath hitched violently as I tried to sit up, but hands pressed me back down immediately. “Don’t,” someone said sharply. “You’

Wade’s POV The infirmary smelled like blood, antiseptic, and herbs. Something was wrong with me. I needed to figure out what it was, but before that, I needed to find Jenn and make sure she was okay. I’d failed her too many times to be able to hold my head high. I barely registered the healers bowing or the murmurs that followed me as I stormed through the halls. Now that we could no longer use our bond, I replied to my heightened sense of smell to find her and thankfully, that did not fail me. My nose followed her scents of chrysanthemums, honey, and strawberry to a room at the far end of the hallway. I stopped short as soon as I saw her. The last time I saw her laying here like this was barely weeks ago, but even then, she looked better than she did now. She looked pale against the white clothes she was wrapped in. Even with the distance between us, I could smell her injuries, dear, anger, frustration and bitterness. Emotions she had every right to feel. “She just woke up,” t

Jenn’s POV After spending two weeks in the infirmary, I was finally going to be discharged. I spent a long time staring at the papers sitting on my lap before I signed them. My leaving here was the beginning of a long battle which I wasn’t even sure I was mentally ready for. Bree had made sure to explain everything twice. What to avoid. What to take. What to watch out for. She had no idea what I was going to do once I got access to my herbs again, so I nodded when I needed to and promised to keep to the prescriptions she gave me. She still has no idea what was wrong with my wolf – whether it was gone fully or just temporarily – but she kept assuring me she’ll let me know once she asked a few more healers and was certain of what could be happening. Alva was helping me pack, while we chatted idly as we put my belongings into a small bag. Alice was absent because she had gone to settle the hospital bill. “So, which one would you love to wear?” Alva asked, holding up two dresses f