All Chapters of Feral Bond : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12 – The Ritual of Blood Jenna’s POV The moon rose fat and silver above the courtyard, casting its cold light over the sea of wolves. They filled the clearing, hundreds of them, their fur glistening, their eyes glowing in the dark. Some stood in human form, others crouched in their wolf skins, but all of them stared at me. At us. I stood in the center of the stone circle, every muscle trembling, my hands bound with braided leather that cut into my skin. My heart pounded so loud it drowned out the chants echoing through the night. “The bond must be sealed,” the elder councilor intoned, his voice carrying like thunder. “The Alpha King must mark his mate before his people. Let the moon witness. Let blood bind.” The words made bile rise in my throat. Blood. Bind. Bite. And then he appeared. Brock stepped into the circle, a living shadow cut in gold. He wore only black trousers, his chest bare, his muscles carved in steel and scars. His eyes glowed molten, his presence swal

Chapter 14 – Heat and Blood Jenna’s POV Steam curled against the stone walls, filling Brock’s chamber with a humid haze. I stood frozen at the edge of the shower, the pounding water echoing like a heartbeat in my ears. He was already inside, his powerful body half-silhouetted behind the mist, drops of water sliding down hard muscle and scars carved like battle trophies across his skin. “Get in,” Brock said, his voice rough, brooking no argument. I should’ve refused. I should’ve walked away. But I couldn’t forget the bond, the way it dragged me toward him even as my mind screamed to run. My body ached with exhaustion and blood still clung faintly to my neck from the ritual, but the warmth of the shower called to me. I stepped in. The hot spray soaked my hair instantly, plastering it to my face. My skin tingled as the water cascaded down my shoulders, washing away dirt, fear… but not him. Never him. Brock’s gaze slid over me, golden eyes glowing faintly through the mist. He reac

Chapter 16 – The Heat and the Moon Jenna’s POV The kiss shattered me. It wasn’t gentle, wasn’t soft. It was wild — hunger and fury and fire all rolled into one. His lips crashed against mine, claiming, devouring, and the bond between us roared like a beast finally unleashed. I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve fought. Instead, my fingers tangled in his wet hair, dragging him closer, gasps breaking into moans as my body surrendered to the inferno. He growled into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, and suddenly I was on my back, pinned beneath him on the vast bed. His weight pressed me down, not crushing but anchoring, as if nothing in the world could move him from me. The heat inside me screamed, clawing, demanding more. My back arched against him, and he cursed, low and guttural, ripping himself away for a second, his forehead pressed to mine. “Damn it, Jenna… you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” “I can’t—” My voice cracked, desperate. “I can’t stop it.” His

Chapter 18 – The Treasure of the Pack Brock’s POV The council chamber was tense, the air thick with the stench of incense and old stone. Six elders sat in their carved chairs, their silver eyes glinting with disapproval. My wolf snarled beneath my skin, itching to tear them apart. At my side, Jenna walked stiffly, chin lifted. Her defiance both infuriated me and made me want to shield her from their gaze. She didn’t belong here, under their scrutiny, yet she was the reason this meeting had been called. Elder Veyra, the sharpest of them all, leaned forward. “Alpha Brock, we have received disturbing reports.” Her gaze slid to Jenna. “Your… mate experienced heat.” A ripple of murmurs filled the chamber. Wolves exchanged wary glances. Heat belonged to wolves — not humans. I let my aura flare, silencing them. “And?” I growled. “She is mine. That is all that matters.” Elder Korran slammed his cane against the floor. “It matters because this is unnatural! A human should not enter heat

Chapter 20 – The Festival of the Moon Jenna’s POV The pack’s festival was like nothing I’d ever seen. Bonfires lit the training fields, their flames stretching into the night sky. Wolves danced around them, their laughter wild and primal, fur gleaming silver under the full moon. Long tables groaned under roasted meats, sweet fruits, and golden bread. Children darted through the crowd with painted faces, while warriors toasted with mugs of dark ale. For the first time since I’d been dragged here, I saw the pack not as monsters… but as people. A family. And they were beginning to see me, too. When Brock led me into the center of the gathering, conversation fell quiet. All eyes turned to us. My heart hammered, but I forced my chin high. The memory of training still burned in my muscles. I was no wolf, but I’d earned something. A spark of respect. “Your Luna,” Brock announced, his arm circling my waist. His voice carried across the field, deep and final. “Chosen by the Moon Goddess