Lahat ng Kabanata ng BOUND TO THE ALPHA I SWORE TO KILL: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

[FOUR YEARS AGO ] 🪷ISORA🪷“Take a deep breath sweetheart… breath through it, let her out”I screamed tears through the night as my bones splintered and reformed. My Mother's voice was cool even as my body convulsed.It's my eighteen years birthday and my first shift ever.“It hurts mom…it hurts a lot” I couldn't bear the pains “I know baby girl, I know but you're doing so well, your wolf is beautiful” my mother's voice remained steady and calm “just a little more...”She didn't get to complete her statement. The explosion cut her off Fire erupted across the eastern tree line, turning night into day. The blast wave hit a heartbeat later, hot and reeking of smoke and something worse. Something burning that shouldn't burn."What!" I screamed, the pain eating deep to my core, I'm still in transition "What's happening?"My mother was already shifting, bones cracking with practiced ease. My father burst through the trees, massive and dark in his wolf form.Shadow

I spun, dropping immediately into the submissive posture every servant learned their first day—head down, shoulders curved, hands clasped. My heart slammed against my ribs."Cleaning, Alpha. I was assigned to your quarters."Heavy footsteps crossed the threshold. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, watching his boots approach."By whom?""Head Maid Margot, Alpha."Calling my enemy Alpha gives me the ick. I'm fuming with anger, I want to kill this bastard and be gone from the place."I don't recognize you." His voice was deep, cold. The voice that had haunted my nightmares for four years."I'm new, Alpha. I arrived three weeks ago."The footsteps came closer. Too close. I could feel the heat radiating from him, could smell leather and pine and something darker underneath. My wolf, silent for so long, stirred.No. Not now. Not ever."What's your name?""Isora, Alpha."A pause. Long enough that I wondered if I'd made a mistake, if somehow he knew—"Look at me, Isora."The command in his v

I pulled free and walked out following the boy back toward the Alpha's quarters. With every step, the bond pulled stronger, a golden chain I couldn't break.My wolf surged with excitement, eager to return to our mate.Her mate. Not mine.My heart remained hardened and my hands, I noticed distantly, had finally stopped shaking. The shock was wearing off, replaced by the cold clarity I'd cultivated over four years of surviving.Let the bond pull. Let my wolf whine and beg. I knew who Adrian was. What he'd done. And no twist of fate, no cruel joke by the Moon Goddess, would change what needed to happen.I reached his door and knocked twice, the sound echoing in the empty hallway."Enter."I pushed open the door and stepped into the wolf's den.Adrian stood by the window, his back to me, silhouetted against the fading light. He'd changed from his training clothes into dark pants and a simple shirt, his black hair still damp from washing."You asked for me, Alpha?"He didn't turn. "Close t

🪷ISORA🪷I just finished packing my small things. Maids weren't allowed to own much, so it didn't take long—a spare dress and two other uniforms, a hairbrush, and the silver fragment of my mother's necklace wrapped carefully in a torn piece of cloth. That necklace was all I had left of her. The only proof she'd existed at all.I shoved it deep into the bottom of my bag where no one would find it, my fingers lingering on the cold metal for just a heartbeat longer than necessary.Then I stood, shouldered the pathetic excuse for luggage, and walked out.The whispers started immediately."Look at her. Acting like she's special.""Three weeks and she's already in the Alpha's bed.""Bet she spread her legs the first chance she got."I kept my head down, my expression blank, even as rage simmered beneath my skin. They thought I'd seduced him. They thought I was climbing ranks on my back like some desperate whore.If only they knew I'd rather carve out my own heart th

🪷ISORA🪷I finished making the cookies and juice exactly as ordered—perfectly golden cookies arranged on a silver tray, fresh orange juice in a crystal pitcher. My hands moved mechanically, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.It was like he read my thoughts.How did he know I wanted to poison him? Did he know about my identity? About the Nightfall Pack?No. He couldn't.If he knew, I'd already be dead.“He's just playing sick games,” I told myself firmly. Testing me. Trying to get inside my head.Well, two could play that game.I lifted the tray and headed toward the meeting room, my footsteps silent on the polished floors. The closer I got, the more the bond pulled at me—an annoying, insistent tug toward wherever Adrian was.I shoved it down. Buried it deep.Focus.I reached the meeting room door and knocked twice."Enter."I pushed the door open.The room was impressive—dark wood, floor-to-ceiling windows, a massive table that could seat twenty but cu