All Chapters of Bonded to the Bastard: My Rejection, His Obsession: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alanza’s POV"You aren't just a glitch in the shifter DNA, Alanza," Sombra’s voice echoes in the back of my skull, heavy with a warning I don't want to hear. "If what I suspect is true, you are the only one of your kind left."I stare at the peeling paint on the living room wall, trying to process that. I wanted answers, but this feels more like a sentence. Across from me, Lucia leans forward, her eyes wide and tracking my expression. She can’t hear the goddess talking to me, but she can clearly see the color draining from my face."There is more," Sombra continues, her tone dropping into a somber register. "Your bond with the elements acts like a signal fire. Other beings, the sensitive ones, will feel it. They will feel the raw power sitting dormant inside you."My stomach does a slow, sickening roll. "What are you actually saying?" I mutter aloud."I am saying that the moment you step past the Westwood pack borders, you become

Alanza’s POV"You aren't just a glitch in the shifter DNA, Alanza," Sombra’s voice echoes in the back of my skull, heavy with a warning I don't want to hear. "If what I suspect is true, you are the only one of your kind left."I stare at the peeling paint on the living room wall, trying to process that. I wanted answers, but this feels more like a sentence. Across from me, Lucia leans forward, her eyes wide and tracking my expression. She can’t hear the goddess talking to me, but she can clearly see the color draining from my face."There is more," Sombra continues, her tone dropping into a somber register. "Your bond with the elements acts like a signal fire. Other beings, the sensitive ones, will feel it. They will feel the raw power sitting dormant inside you."My stomach does a slow, sickening roll. "What are you actually saying?" I mutter aloud."I am saying that the moment you step past the Westwood pack borders, you become

Luciano’s POV"I need a status report on the eastern border, and I need it now," I barked.Staring at the phone in my hand felt like a weakness, but I could not look away. Karlos had sent another photo of Alanza. In the image, she looked worn out. Her cheeks were flushed from a workout, and stray hairs stuck to her forehead with sweat. She was not wearing her glasses. She had stopped using them two days after leaving the hospital, claiming they made her world look like a smear of colors.Libbie and Dr. Lexy were convinced this was the first real sign of her wolf waking up. Improving eyesight was a classic symptom. I should have been thrilled. Most of our kind would view a late awakening as a miracle from the Goddess. Instead, Alanza treated the news like a weather report she did not care to read. She asked zero questions. She just existed.Dr. Lexy called it a trauma response. He thought her mind was blocking the change because of the hell she survi

Alanza’s POV"Don't let them see you flinch," Lucia whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the gym ventilation.I gave a tight nod, though my pulse felt like a trapped bird beating against my ribs. We followed Amara deeper into the training floor, passing clusters of shifters who didn't even try to hide their stares. Their eyes tracked us with a heavy, judgmental weight that made the back of my neck prickle. Every insecurity I had spent weeks burying bubbled right back to the surface.I wondered if they smelled the Crystal Lake scent on me and hated me for it. Maybe they were disgusted by a wolf who couldn't even shift. Or perhaps the rumors about my arrival had already poisoned the well. I kept my jaw set and my eyes forward, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.Inside my head, Sombra let out a bored huff. She didn't care about the opinions of the pack. To her, everyone besides us was background noise. She wasn't even

Alanza’s POV"A candle in the dark is only useful if you know where the matches are," I mutter, staring at the screen until the light fades.The text is a cold weight in my palm. Lucia is practically hanging off my shoulder, her breath warm against my ear as she tries to squint at the display."What candle?" she asks. Her brow furrows in that way it does when she knows she is missing a piece of a puzzle.I haven't told her yet. I haven't mentioned what Sister Loreen whispered to me before I left. Only Sombra knows the truth of those parting words. I catch Lucia’s eye and give a sharp, tiny shake of my head. My thumb slides over the power button, and I shove the device deep into my pocket just as Karlos rounds the corner of the training building.He looks like a storm cloud in a tactical vest. He doesn't even wait for us to speak before he starts shaking his head."The answer is no," Karlos says. His voice is flat and final.