All Chapters of Bound by Blood and Hatred : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Jason’s POVThe entire day passed with our pets circling the side house like they’d been enchanted.Those little bastards kept returning there so often that we finally gave up and let them stay.As if that bitch had cast some spell over them, they refused to leave her side.Fluffy, I could understand—he knew her from the past. But Vixen? That stubborn thing was even worse than Fluffy. No amount of threats worked on her. And now that we knew she was pregnant, we couldn’t do much but let her have her way.On the other hand, Rafe had gone off on a hunt of his own—searching for any tomcat in the vicinity that could’ve possibly knocked up his precious feline. He was fuming, as if it wasn’t his pet that got fucked, but his woman. That wild, possessive beast inside him had fully awakened.When he returned home, I asked, "Found the bastard?""Found and threw all of them down the hill," he replied casually, dropping onto the sofa like he’d just accomplished something grand."You should’ve just

Kael’s POVStanding in the center of the grand council hall, he was a figure carved from sheer dominance. Dressed in a flawlessly tailored dark suit, with tousled dark brown hair and eyes the color of burnt chestnut, his gaze radiated a chilling intensity.Tall, broad-shouldered, and imposing, the man exuded an aura that was nothing short of formidable. He looked less like a man and more like a force of nature—unyielding, immovable, a mountain that dared anyone to challenge its place.Gerald Hawthorne.Alpha of the Hollowcrest Pack, one of the six most powerful werewolf packs in existence—and a name that carried weight, fear, and reverence alike. He was one of the oldest Alphas still actively ruling, a contemporary of my father.There were so many powerful Alphas in the werewolf world, but only a few top-tier Alphas existed, the number countable on fingers. And I was one of them. Each top-tier Alpha possessed a secret power, something rare and unnatural that set us apart from the rest

Roman’s POVAfter Kael and Rafe left, I returned by Eira’s side to keep her company while Lucian and Rafe were keeping a watch on the security arrangements, continuously in contact with the security guards around the estate.The werewolf world was entirely unpredictable when you had something with you that everyone wanted, and at this moment, that something was Eira.Eira was in the drawing room, sitting quietly on the sofa with Vixen in her lap and Fluffy lying at her feet on the carpeted floor. These two felt like her pets rather than ours.I was not sure what to talk to her about when she treated every one of us like air. But I couldn’t give up on her—in fact, none of us could. Or we wouldn’t be worried to protect her, and Kael wouldn’t have rushed to the council to face those annoying assholes.As it was night, the air had gotten a little chilly, but as always she didn’t care. I fetched one shawl from the bedroom and wrapped it around her gently without even asking for her permiss

Eira’s POVThe distant hum of helicopters reached my ears first, followed quickly by the sharp, relentless crack of gunfire. The sound swelled, filling the air with chaos, yet I remained seated, unmoving.Roman had warned me earlier that their enemies might attack. It seemed he had been right.But I felt nothing—no fear, no panic. Those emotions had abandoned me long ago, leaving me hollow. The last time they had returned was that night... the night they tortured me with tarantulas.Roman strode into the drawing room, his tone clipped and commanding. "Eira, get to the safe room."I looked down at Vixen, warm and curled in my lap. Even if I didn’t care for myself, I cared for her. She was pregnant, and there was no way I would allow her—or her unborn kittens—to be harmed.I rose, holding her gently, and made my way to the hidden safe room, following the instructions Roman had given me before. He didn’t wait to see if I complied—by the time I reached the concealed door, he was already g

Rafe’s POVLike Roman, I was furious at that bitch. If not for the need to protect my brothers, I would have gone to her and snapped her head from her shoulders without a second thought. Lucian was down, and Roman was already shaken with the fear of losing him. At least one of us had to keep our head—because if we all lost control, we’d all end up dead.I wished it had been me instead of Lucian. I could die for my brothers without hesitation—but not before making sure they were safe first.I caught sight of Roman shoving that bitch away from Lucian. Damn whore, daring to go near him after being the reason for his blood spilling onto this ground. If Lucian died... I would drain every drop of her filthy blood myself.I might have liked her once, long ago. But my brothers were everything. They came before any woman—before anyone. I would sacrifice hundreds like her without blinking if it meant saving them.Enemy movement caught my eye. More were coming. I moved quickly, tossing two heavy