All Chapters of TWO ALPHAS ONE BOND : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ZEVIAR I shouldn’t be thinking about her.That was the first thing I told myself as I drove through the city. I was driving too fast and I knew it. Darius would’ve commented on it if he were in the car, would’ve told me to slow down, and reminded me that no amount of speed would change what had already happened. But he wasn’t here, and I didn’t slow down.The city lights blurred past me as my grip tightened on the steering wheel.She was human!The thought kept circling back. It was sharp and irritating, like a loose wire I couldn’t tape down. I felt her body react when I touched her. I felt something was wrong inside me. That wasn’t supposed to happen with humans. Ever!Zayn, my wolf, stirred at the back of my mind. “You felt it.”“All I felt was pain,” I said under my breath. “On her. That’s all.”“You’re lying.”“I’m being rational.”“You’re being afraid.”I scoffed quietly and changed lanes. “Watch it.”The memory hit me again without permission. Her body was burning under my ha

LYRAI felt something was wrong the moment the car stopped. It was not wrong in a loud or obvious way. Just wrong in the way your body knows before your mind catches up.The road had disappeared. One second we were driving through something that still felt like the city, and the next minute, the world had transformed into something vast and uncontained. The land stretched endlessly ahead of us, green rolling hills folding into thick forest, the sky was wide and pale above it all.I sat straighter in the back seat, my fingers tightening around the hem of my jacket.“Where are we?” I asked.Willow leaned forward slightly, peering out the window. Her eyes widened, just a little. “I… don’t know. This doesn’t look like anywhere I’ve been before.”The car slowed, then passed through tall iron gates that hadn’t been there a second ago. They were old, black metal, twisted with symbols I didn’t recognize. Wolves, actual wolves, were carved into the posts, frozen mid-snarl, mid-run.The gates c

LYRAI woke up to silence.It was not the comfortable kind. It was the kind that pressed against my ears and made me hyper-aware of every breath I took.The room was still dim, early morning light filtering weakly through the heavy curtains. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, my chest tight with the memory of last night.“Your wolf.”Sky's voice had been so clear. So calm. Like she'd always been there, just waiting for me to notice.I pressed my palms against my eyes and exhaled slowly."I'm not crazy," I whispered to the empty room."You're not," Sky replied softly.I flinched, my hands dropping. "Can you just… not? For like five minutes?"She didn't respond, but I felt her presence settle, like she was giving me space. That should have been comforting. But it wasn't.I sat up slowly, my body aching in ways that had nothing to do with the fire. My muscles felt stretched, like something beneath my skin was trying to wake up and I was holding it down.I needed to see Wil

ORION The forest stretched endlessly before me as I ran. The cold night air tore through my lungs, sharp and clean. My paws struck the ground in a steady rhythm—each impact grounding me, reminding me I was still here. Still whole. The trees blurred into dark shapes as wind ripped through my fur. Run. Breathe. Don't think. But thinking was impossible tonight. "You're forcing it," Rhys said, his voice low in my mind. Not angry. Just... tired. "I'm keeping us sharp," I replied, pushing harder. "You're draining us." "I've done worse." Silence stretched between us. Not the comfortable kind we used to share. This one felt heavy and distant. "That was before," Rhys said softly. I ignored the tightness in my chest and ran faster. My muscles burned, stretching and contracting as the land dipped beneath me. I leaped, landing with practiced grace. This was what I was built for. What we were built for. Then her scent brushed against my senses. I faltered. Not en

LYRAThe word hung in the air like a blade.Interesting.My knees were still weak, my chest still burning from the pull that had slammed into me the moment I'd seen him. Orion. His golden eyes hadn't left mine, and even now, standing across the room, I could still feel him. A second thread wrapped around my ribs, tugging in a different direction than Zeviar's.Two pulls. One bond.I didn't understand it, and I was terrified.Zeviar's hand was still on my elbow, steadying me. His grip tightened slightly as he turned toward the voice that had spoken.The man who sat at the center of the council was older, maybe in his sixties, with dark hair streaked silver at the temples. His face was sharp, like it was carved from stone, and his eyes—the same cold blue as Zeviar's—swept over me with clinical precision.He didn't look kind.He looked like someone who had spent his life making decisions that broke people."Father," Zeviar said, his voice carefully controlled.Father.My stomach dropped.