All Chapters of Bound by Blood and Hatred : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Eira’s POVEven the mere mention of that man, my mate, was like a thousand blades tearing through my heart. I hated him. I didn’t even want to think about him.Dead? Yes, he was dead to me. And if I could, I would kill him a million times over.He would never know he had a child. A monster like him didn’t deserve it. I could never allow my son to turn out like him. I’d rather my child be raised by strangers than grow up under the shadow of that man.But still...the hope of seeing my son just once, to make sure he was safe, that no one was hurting him, that he wasn’t alone... made me want to find him."All right," I heard Liam say. He was still there, probably waiting for me to speak.Even if I didn’t fully trust Liam, I had to try. I had no other choice."Will you truly help me find my son?" I asked, my voice low but firm."If you’re willing to cooperate, I will," Liam said gently, his tone reassuring."But you can’t tell anyone, not even these five," I said, looking him straight in t

Kael’s POVThough buried in work and focused on finding a way to deal with the council, the moment I received a call from the hospital saying Sophia wasn’t feeling well, I headed straight there.When I arrived and entered her room, I saw her parents were already present. Her father—a tall, middle-aged man in a sharp gray suit—stood stiffly beside the bed, while her mother, as always, was dressed in her signature style: a light designer blouse paired with a dark, knee-length skirt and heels, adorned with layers of fine pearl jewelry. Bruce and Meryl Katz.One of the wealthiest business families in our pack—and once, close friends of my parents. I always made an effort to treat them with respect, even though their arrogance had grown insufferable after my parents passed. Still, I remained civil, for Sophia’s sake. They were her parents, after all.Bruce was a hybrid male, and Meryl a pureblood female, though not of particularly high rank. Their daughter, Sophia Katz—also a hybrid—was r

Jason’s POV"Please, have a seat," Roman said politely.The two settled onto the sofa, draped in their usual display of fabricated grace, wearing their wealth like a badge.Why wouldn’t they? The four of us weren’t born into luxury. We were here because of Kael—and they never let us forget it.They probably sat there imagining the day their precious daughter would walk through that door, claiming her rightful place in this home, while we were shown the way out.But soon enough, that delusion of theirs would shatter.Because it wouldn’t be us, but their daughter who wouldn’t be allowed to step foot in this house."May I know what brings you here?" Roman asked, though he already knew the answer."We want to see that whore—the pureblood you bought," Meryl replied without hesitation.The moment those words left her mouth, my fists clenched, and I could feel the same tension ripple through Lucian and Roman.Alright, she was a bitch, a whore, and what not, but now she was our whore and only

Roman’s POVAfter what Kael did today, we were in a merry mood for the first time in a long while. The weight of accepting that bitch Sophia as our mate, in case Kael gave in to her request, had finally been lifted.From the looks of it, after treating her, Kael might just keep his distance from her—and that would be truly great."He doesn’t fancy that bitch. This calls for a celebration," Lucian announced as he stood up from the sofa, his tone dripping with enthusiasm. "And to celebrate it, I am going to cook again for you all. A feast for the gods."Jason and I exchanged a look. Wasn’t this bastard being overly enthusiastic about cooking these days?"You’re going to celebrate by cooking?" I asked, arching a brow. "As far as I remember, your way of celebrating always includes drinking and fucking some bitches.""This celebration calls for my hungry stomach, not my cock," he replied without even turning to look at me.I turned to Jason. "Let’s help him prepare whatever feast he’s plan

Eira’s POV(Flashback — Six Years Ago)After the final class of the day, I rushed toward the back of the school to meet him.I looked at my wristwatch. ’It must be at least half an hour—he must be waiting for me. I need to run.’Thankfully, today I had worn a casual T-shirt, jeans, and sports shoes, with my hair tied in a ponytail—perfect for running.Running with my heavy schoolbag hung on my shoulders, frequently glancing at my wrist watch, I crossed the vast school building, the sports ground behind it, and then passed through the broken boundary fence to head toward the grassy land ahead—to reach the far end, the deserted part where hardly anyone went.I had been there a few times to meet him, so I didn’t find it difficult to reach. Moreover, the happiness of being able to spend some time with him was stronger than feeling any difficulty.Before that, I had to convinced Alice to head home first with a half-baked excuse. I told her I had something to finish at school, something ran