All Chapters of Bonded to the Bastard: My Rejection, His Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alanza’s POV"It looks like a regular office building from the outside, doesn't it?" Leyton asked, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the car.I looked up at the towering structure of glass and steel. A massive logo of a silver wolf’s head was etched into the front. "If you ignore the giant wolf on the side, yeah. It’s corporate.""It’s one of our primary medical facilities," he explained as he parked. "The pack's hospital."I followed him toward the entrance, my nerves buzzing. I had seen human doctors my whole life, but a shifter hospital felt like something out of a myth. As we passed through the wide glass doors of the ambulance bay, the smell hit me—antiseptic and floor wax, just like any clinic. Nurses in blue scrubs hurried past with clipboards, their faces set in masks of professional focus.For a second, I almost relaxed. It looked so ordinary.Then, a gurney flew past us. The man lying on it wa

Alanza’s POV"The nurses said the worst of it hasn't even started yet," I told the empty room, poking at a cup of orange jello.Having Sombra back in my head felt like someone had finally turned the lights on in a dark house. The mental fog was gone. Even losing my necklace didn't feel like a tragedy anymore, though the heat simmering in my blood was a constant, ticking clock. I had a thousand questions, but my wolf was back to her usual cryptic self. She didn't like talking. She preferred to wait and watch.A true crime documentary played on the small TV. The narrator was mid-sentence, describing a cold case, when the door pushed open. Leyton walked in. He didn't just enter a room; he took it over. Power rolled off him in physical waves, making the air feel heavy and charged."Good afternoon, Alanza," he said.I looked up, a smile tugging at my lips despite the frantic fluttering in my chest. "Hello, Alpha Leyton."I shifted on the th

Alanza’s POV"Don't let go of me," I growl, my voice thick with a hunger I don't recognize.My fingers dig into his scalp, pulling him closer until there is no air left between us. I am a mess of heat and desperation. I grind against him, seeking some kind of friction to quiet the fire in my blood. There are hands on my shoulders, people trying to pry me away from him, but I fight them off. He is mine. My Luciano. My alpha. The only thing in this world that matters.The kiss is a total eclipse. It swallows my thoughts and my soul. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him in, desperate to feel every inch of his body against mine. I can feel the hard line of his desire through his denim, and the sensation makes me lightheaded. I gasp into his mouth, begging for more, completely deaf to the shouting voices around us.A sharp pinch stings my thigh. I barely register it. I only care about the way his tongue slides against mine, exploring me with a fe

Alanza’s POV"What are you even talking about?"I sit on the edge of the bed, my voice echoing in the quiet room. In my mind, Sombra lets out a soft, huffed breath. I can almost see her resting her heavy head on her paws, her golden eyes narrowed in thought. I miss her presence physically, but right now, she feels like a riddle I can't solve."You are not an omega," she says. "The truth is, omegas do not exist."I pull back, blinking at the wall. I want to believe her, but it sounds like she’s telling me the sky is purple. Every shifter knows the ranks. You hit eighteen, you shift, and you find your place in the hierarchy. It is the foundation of our entire society."I didn't get a rank because I didn't have a wolf," I argue, my voice dropping to a whisper. "But everyone else has one. Alphas, betas, deltas. It’s how the world works."Sombra lets out a low, vibrating growl that rattles my teeth. "The concept of the omega was

Alanza’s POV"Is that why you stayed away from me for so long?" I ask, my thoughts heavy and sluggish.Sombra lets out a long, weary sigh that vibrates in the back of my mind. "It was something I had to consider," she says. She doesn't offer more than that, leaving the silence to stretch between us.For the first time in my life, I feel a strange surge of gratitude for being a defect. If I had been whole—if I had experienced a heat like this while trapped within the pack hierarchy—I don't think I would have survived with my spirit intact. The thought of being a mindless prize for any high-ranking wolf makes my skin crawl.Oddly, the sheer disgust helps. It acts like a splash of cold reality against the fever burning in my blood. There is nothing like a mental image of a forced life to dampen the fire of Lycan instincts."Wait," I pulse the thought toward her, narrowing my eyes at the empty bathroom air. "If this is a Lycan thing,