Lahat ng Kabanata ng (BoyxBoy) Bound to the Alpha who kills his Mate: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I couldn't take my eyes off the white walls as I continued to ponder on what to do. My father was three doors down, hooked up to machines that kept him alive, one expensive second at a time.Sarah, my younger sister, sat beside me. Her nurse scrubs were wrinkled from a double shift, and her eyes had that hollow look we both wore these days. She reached over and squeezed my hand without saying anything. We had run out of comforting words weeks ago.The doctor had been clear this morning. Dad needed a specialized treatment, something new and experimental that insurance would not cover. The cost made my stomach turn.Even if I worked three jobs for the next five years, I could not make that kind of money. And Dad did not have five years. He had months, maybe less."We'll figure something out," Sarah whispered, but her voice cracked. She did not believe it any more than I did.I nodded anyway, because that is what you do. You pretend there is hope even when you are drowning.My phone buzz

The contract felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in my bag as I drove back to the small apartment I shared with Sarah.I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. I had just sold three years of my life, and I couldn’t even tell if I felt relieved or terrified.Probably both.Sarah was waiting up when I got home, sitting on our worn couch with her arms crossed. One look at my face and she knew.“You signed it.” It wasn’t a question.“I signed it.”She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, tears were streaming down her face.“I understand why you did it. I even think it’s probably what I would have done in your position. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”I sat down beside her and pulled her into a hug. She clung to me like I was already gone.“Three years,” I whispered. “Then I come back and we figure out what normal looks like.”“What if you don’t come back? What if you…”“Shhh…” I cautioned her immediately as I disengaged

I changed into the nicest dark jeans I owned and a navy button-down shirt, the only outfit I had that wasn’t meant for funerals or job interviews.The door opened without a knock. Martin stepped in, his hands clasped behind his back in that formal way of his.“Mr. Noah? I’m here to escort you to the dining hall.”I nodded, glancing at the scattered clothes still on the bed. "I’ll deal with them when I get back," I thought.I followed him through the long corridors. The dining hall was enormous, and there's a long, polished table that could easily seat twenty people.Ethan sat at the head, scrolling on his tablet. The moment I stepped inside, he looked up, eyes locking on me, and gestured to the chair immediately beside him.I sat down slowly, hyperaware of every movement. His Alpha scent hit me like a quiet wave, it made my Omega instincts purred, urging me to lean closer, to relax into it, to trust. I locked every muscle in place and stared straight ahead.A woman I hadn’t seen befor

Noah’s POV My mind spun when Ethan finished speaking. Why had he asked that? Was it just curiosity? Or was it something else? My stomach twisted as Sarah’s voice echoed in my head . "If Ethan has intimacy with you three times, you’ll end up dead after a couple of months, just like the rest." I opened my mouth to say something, but Ethan cut me off before the words could form. “I asked a question,” he blurted out with reddened eyes, pupils blown wide in the dim bathroom light. I flinched and responded hastily. “Never. No one. Just… Just me.” Ethan didn't say a word anymore. Instead, he turned away, stepped fully under the rainfall showerhead, and let the water crash over him again. He dipped his head under the stream, then came up slowly, dragging both hands backward through his dark, wet hair. Water sluiced down his neck, over the broad planes of his shoulders, tracing the ridges of muscle along his spine. I stood frozen, naked and dripping, wrapping my arms around myself

Marcus’s POVThe pack house lights still burned behind me as I stepped out into the night, the door closing with a soft thud that felt louder in my head than it should have.Laughter and conversation echoed through the walls—happy sounds from people who had no idea how close the knife was to their throats.I walked slowly toward the tree line, shoving my hands deep into my pockets, letting the cool night air burn my lungs. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and eager, his hackles lifting as a familiar face flashed through my mind.Noah Carter.The little stand-in had lasted longer than I expected tonight. Chin up, voice steady when he answered me, even managed to throw that line about his dying father like it was a shield. It's cute and pathetic. The kind of quiet defiance that makes breaking someone so much sweeter.I stopped at the edge of the clearing where the forest swallowed the moonlight and leaned one shoulder against a thick pine, my mouth curving into a slow smile.N