Semua Bab Feral Bond : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 2 In the Werewolf World… Brock, a Lycan and the Alpha King of the Blood Crescent Pack, sat behind his desk. Ruthless. Cruel. Known to crave blood and kill with no remorse. Love meant nothing to him — only lust. Every mistress he took, he later killed. His reputation alone made alphas tremble, and still he felt nothing but hunger. Brock’s POV: A knock on my office door. “Come in.” Beta Adam entered, his posture stiff. “The council sent a message this morning. They demand you go to the human world to find your mate since you haven’t found her here.” I growled low in my throat. “Fuck the council. I don’t want a mate. I have women to fuck. Why waste time?” “Alpha…” Adam hesitated. “You’re turning twenty-five. The pack needs an heir — one only your mate can bear.” My jaw tightened. “Fine. The pack comes first. But a weak human? I’ll kill the weak thing. Even a werewolf can’t handle me. Prepare for tomorrow. In the meantime, I need a good fuck.” Adam’s face went pale as he

Chapter 4 – The Alpha’s Claim Jenna’s POV The SUV jolted down the dirt road, tires crunching against gravel, but I barely noticed. My entire body trembled. The bite on my neck throbbed with every heartbeat, hot and raw, like it was still burning me from the inside. I pressed my hand against it, but it didn’t stop the warmth. Sparks pulsed under my skin, racing down my arms, making me feel like I was on fire. The mate bond. That cursed bond. I forced myself to meet his gaze. He sat across from me, massive frame taking up half the car, arms crossed like he owned the world. Gold eyes glowed faintly even in the dim interior. He hadn’t looked away from me once. “You can’t do this,” I whispered, my throat dry. “You can’t just take me.” Brock’s lips curved into a cold smile. “I just did.” Anger flared through my fear. “I’m not your possession! I’m not some… some pet you can drag home.” His hand moved so fast I barely saw it. Fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Y

Chapter 6 – The Unwanted Bond Jenna’s POV I don’t know how long I lay there after he left. The door clicked shut, the echo of his footsteps fading, but the weight of him stayed in the room, heavy and suffocating. The mark at my neck throbbed with heat, a low pulse that wasn’t mine, and no matter how tightly I curled my arms around myself, I couldn’t stop trembling. The worst part wasn’t that he’d caught me. It wasn’t even the way he’d lifted me like I weighed nothing. It was how my body betrayed me. The bond burned whenever he came near, whispering his name through my veins, making me ache in ways I didn’t understand. It disgusted me. It terrified me. And I hated him for it. But beneath the fear and shame, something harder was forming. Anger. Not just at him, but at fate, at the moon, at whatever cruel thing had chosen me for this. I pushed myself off the bed, wiping my face with the back of my hand. No more tears. No more shaking. He wanted to break me. He thought I’d give

Chapter 8 – Blood in the Shadows Jenna’s POV The next morning, the air was different. The mansion, usually echoing with the footsteps of guards, felt tense, hushed. I could sense it through the walls, a shift in the rhythm of the pack. Wolves were restless. The bond pulsed sharper than usual, tugging at me like a warning. Something was wrong. I paced the room, anxiety coiling tight in my stomach. For hours, no one brought food. No trays slid under the door. No trembling hand named Lina. Just silence. Heavy. Oppressive. Then — a howl split the air. Not the long, steady cry I’d heard before, but a jagged, violent one. A battle-cry. I froze. My heart kicked against my ribs. The door slammed open. A warrior burst inside, eyes wide, chest heaving. Blood streaked his arm. “Stay inside!” he barked, then bolted back into the hall. I didn’t stay inside. I ran to the window, gripping the iron bars. Below, chaos erupted in the courtyard. Wolves clashed, teeth flashing, claws tearing. N

Chapter 10 – The Ultimatum Jenna’s POV The council returned at dawn. I hadn’t slept. My body ached with exhaustion, but every time I closed my eyes, I felt Brock’s heat, his voice, his lips so close to mine that I almost lost myself. Then the whispers came back — Claim her. Break her. Own her. The words from the council churned inside me like poison. When the heavy doors of the throne room opened, I was already awake, standing rigid near the wall while Brock sat on his throne like carved stone. His expression was unreadable, but the golden flare in his eyes betrayed the storm inside him. The three councilors entered, their robes sweeping the marble floor. They bowed stiffly, though I noticed the subtle arrogance in their posture. They didn’t fear him. Not enough. “Alpha King,” the elder began. “We speak not only for ourselves but for the packs. Last night’s attack was proof enough. Your hesitation in claiming your mate leaves you vulnerable. Weakness spreads, and rogues smell it