Alle Kapitel von Bound by Blood and Hatred : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Roman’s POVWhen I returned to the room, she was exactly as I had left her after Liam’s visit—curled up silently on the couch by the window, the blanket I’d wrapped around her still clinging to her frail frame.The soft chill of the morning breeze slipped in through the slightly open window, brushing against her skin, but she made no move to adjust or shift. She just sat there, motionless, staring blankly outside.I still couldn’t understand what went on in her mind during those long stretches of silence.Did she think about the past—about all of us? Did she regret what she had done? Or was she fighting the haunting memories of the six years of torment she’d endured? Or perhaps... she wasn’t thinking of anything at all.I wonder when she will be alright and we would be able to have a proper conversation."Eira," I called softly.She flinched—just a small, involuntary jerk—but it was there. Even after all this time, even with my presence becoming familiar, she still hadn’t let her guar

Jason’s POVBy the time we finished breakfast, a servant informed us that everything was ready at the side house.Roman stood from his seat and turned to Kael. "I’ll take a look at the place first, then shift her there."Kael gave a curt hum. None of us said a word—we just watched him walk away."Is this the beginning of one of us finally breaking away?" I muttered, clearly displeased by Roman’s decision to move."And all because of that bitch," Lucian spat bitterly."He’s not going far. it’s still the same home," Kael said, trying to sound composed, though it was obvious he didn’t like it either. "It’s better this way. None of us wanted her in the main house, anyway.""Better than him accompanying her in the stable to keep her company," Rafe added with a shrug, clearly unbothered.Lucian shot him a glare. "What’s gotten into you all of a sudden? Weren’t you the one ranting about not wanting her scent in this house?""I still don’t," Rafe retorted. "But I’m not whining about Roman mov

Eira’s POVI stirred at the faint sound of movement and slowly opened my eyes, only to find myself staring into the faces I hated most. But along with the hatred, a cold fear gripped my heart, forcing me to sink deeper into the sofa as if it could protect me.Ever since that night when they tortured me by using my deepest fear against me, I felt like I’d lost my mind. Everything I looked at seemed threatening. All I wanted was to scream until my lungs gave out and then crawl into a dark corner where no one could ever find me.Reality had started creeping back the moment I cried over that familiar dish—the food I hadn’t even smelled in the last six years. It was something I used to love, tied to countless memories. Just the scent was enough to stir warmth from the past, warmth I thought had died inside me long ago.Memories I had buried deep started rising to the surface, and all I could do was cry over them.I had watched the two of them mutter curses before leaving, and only then did

Rafe’s POVOnce Jason and Lucian left the home to deal with the mess they had created previous night, it was finally my turn for the real fun I had saved from the last night.Real fun?Oh yes. The kind of fun that involves two rotting sacks of shit—Luis’s dear friends—the ones who sold Eira to traffickers like she was just another piece of meat.That day, Luis listed the names of seven bastards who had tormented her in prison. I killed five last night, quick and clean. But these two? No, these two were special. They deserved something memorable before they died.One of them was as old and crusty as Luis. The other? About to enter a nice, long midlife crisis... if he even made it out of this forest alive.I reached the place deep within the forest, a perfect circular patch of grassy land surrounded by thick woods. Except for one side that ended in a jagged cliff overlooking the raging sea below.My favorite place to be alone, to rest. I often leapt off that cliff into the violent water

Lucian’s POVWe had seen that bitch naked more than once since the day she was brought into this house, but hearing that Roman had bathed her... that fucking burned. It felt more intimate than simply seeing her stripped bare.I didn’t want to react, but my feral instincts flared, and before I knew it, the glass in my hand shattered."Are you alright?" Jason’s calm, composed voice reached me.I gave a short hum and turned away, beginning to clean the shards of glass scattered across the kitchen counter.Unlike Jason, Roman and Liam stepped into the kitchen, both wearing concern on their faces."Are you hurt?" Roman asked."Let me treat it," Liam offered when he noticed drops of blood falling onto the floor."For fuck’s sake, we’re werewolves. Scratches like this don’t do shit to me," I snapped, more irritated by their concern than the sting in my hand.It wasn’t my hand that was the problem—it was my head. My heart. The chaos inside me. And the reason for it all was that fucking bitch.