All Chapters of Bonded to the Bastard: My Rejection, His Obsession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alanza’s POV"Can you tell if she's carrying, Sister Loreen?"My mother leaned in, her voice thin with a desperate kind of hunger. She didn't like waiting for answers, especially not from me. I stood there, feeling like a specimen under a microscope, while the old woman let her eyes go flat and milky. It was like she wasn't looking at me anymore, but through me, into a dark room I couldn't see.When she spoke, her voice didn't sound like her own. It was heavy and thick, vibrating against the walls of the small room. "An old power sleeps," she chanted, the words dragging out. "It waits for the weak to wake it. Her body will hold the greatest of them. The one who takes the crown of the wolves."Then, just as fast as it started, the air went still. Loreen blinked, her eyes clearing as she looked back at my mother with a sharp, knowing grin."It is hard to say for sure," she said, her voice normal again. "I will come back before you start the cer

Leyton’s POV"We are going to find her, Lincoln, even if I have to burn every forest in this territory to ash," I said, my voice vibrating with a jagged edge I couldn't blunt.My beta didn't look up from his tablet. He just nodded, his jaw set in a hard line. "The trackers are still out, Alpha. We aren't giving up."I turned away from him, my boots clicking too loudly against the sterile tile of the hospital floor. The air here was thick with the scent of chemical cleaners and old sickness. It turned my stomach. My wolf paced behind my ribs, a restless, snarling shadow that wanted to tear through the walls. He was looking for a scent that wasn't there. Alanza was gone, and the hospital felt like a tomb without her.I stopped in front of the elevator bank but didn’t reach for the call button. If I went to the twelfth floor, I’d see her empty room. I’d see the unmade bed and the silence she left behind. I couldn't handle that. Instea

Alanza’s POV"I am not going to just sit here and wait for them to take me," I whisper to the empty room.The sun is dipping below the horizon, bleeding red across my floor. For hours, my thoughts have looped like a broken record, but now they finally snag on something useful. A weapon. If Pascual is coming at midnight to hand me over or drag me away, I need more than just my resolve. I need to be dangerous.I scan my room with frantic eyes. What do I have? I am not allowed in the yard, so I cannot even go out to find a heavy rock. I grab a handful of pens from my desk. A plastic pen can do a lot of damage if you aim for an eye. I shove them into my jeans pockets. Then, I see my old leather belt draped over a chair. The buckle is heavy and square. I wrap it around my waist but do not thread it through the loops. I want to be able to whip it off in a second to use the metal end like a mace.I still feel naked and exposed. I grab a can of extra-hold h

Alanza’s POV"Drop the blade, Alanza. It’s me."The voice cut through the dark like a physical touch. I froze, my lungs burning with the air I’d been too terrified to breathe. That scent hit me a second later, a heavy, intoxicating rush of crushed pine needles, woodsmoke, and a sharp, metallic tang that belonged only to him. It was a smell that lived in my bone marrow. It was the smell of my mate.My fingers went numb. The kitchen knife I’d been white-knuckling clattered against the floorboards, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the silent room. Every muscle in my legs gave out at once. I didn't just sit down; I collapsed, the terrifying adrenaline that had kept me upright for days draining away and leaving nothing but hollow exhaustion behind."Luciano," I cracked, the name barely a puff of air.Before I could hit the floor, he was there. His arms were massive, solid, and warm, sweeping around me with a desperate force th

Alanza’s POV"Run, Alanza, and don't you dare look back," Luciano snarled, his voice vibrating with a primal urgency that left no room for argument.I didn't need to be told twice. The paralyzing fear that had been my constant companion finally broke, replaced by the electric shock of adrenaline. My feet hit the dirt with a rhythmic thud, the forest becoming a blur of dark trunks and tangled brush. It was a simple, repetitive motion. One foot, then the other. Leap over a fallen log. Dodge a low-hanging branch.The night air felt like ice against my skin, stinging my face as I cut through the wind. The pain didn't bother me. If anything, it felt good. It was proof that I was moving, that I was alive. Every step I took away from that prison fueled a fire in my chest. I felt a raw, frantic power humming through my limbs, an intensity so thick it made my lungs ache.Beside me, the wolves were grey ghosts in the shadows. I could hear the heavy, ragged so