All Chapters of BOUND TO THE TWIN ALPHAS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Zena's POV Being a rogue means no pack, protection, or even rights. Rogue means anyone can kill me on sight and face no consequences.I make up my mind to survive outside the pack grounds at all cost. I don't remember leaving, nor do I remember the guards shoving me forward, nor the gate slamming behind me. I just remember running. We're alive, Skye whispers. It is the only comfort she can offer. I must have slept, because I wake to howls. My legs won’t stop shaking. I run again. Through forests, across roads, through small towns where I steal bread from dumpsters and water from garden hoses. The howls never stop. Three days. I run for three days straight, sleeping under dried leaves and eating nothing. I only survive on the water I drink from the dirty puddles. On the fourth night, I stumble out of the woods onto a paved road. My legs give out. I collapse on the ground with shaky breaths. The howls are closer now. They must have found my trail again. Get up, Skye urges. G

Zena's POV The brown water swirls down the hole and it leaves a dark ring on the white tub for a second. Thankfully the soap is strong and it makes the surface look like new again. I lean my head back on the cold edge because I never saw a bathroom this big. I can't help but wonder if Marcus’s family has a mountain of gold to afford this much luxury in a school like this. Back in the Nightstorm pack, the floors are always cold and I am never allowed to use the water inside the house. I always have to wait for the sky to open up and rain just to wash the dirt off my skin. Sometimes I sneak into the shed when everyone is sleeping and I count to five while the cold water hits me, because if I stay longer they will hear me and beat me until I can't walk. The memory of the rain feels like ice on my soul and I sit in the hot bubbles while the steam fills the air. My eyes start to sting while I sit there and the water feels too hot, but I squeeze my lids shut. My jaw is tight en

Zena's POV "What do you think you’re doing, pimple face? Stay away from my roomie, or I’ll make sure to pop those little bumps off your face myself." Cade steps in like a hero from a movie. He doesn’t even look at me, but he stands so close I can smell the pine scent coming from his body. I flinch for a second, blinking to confirm this isn’t a dream. The mean twin is actually helping the person he calls a caveman? My heart beats against my ribs dangerously and I don't have time to process what’s happening. I only see the red face of the boy standing over me. His eyes are wide with sudden fear because Cade looks like he's really about to bite someone’s head off. The bully’s hand stays midair before he drops it, looking Cade up and down in defeat. He takes a small step back. The two look similar in stature, but Cade is taller and with Caleb standing behind him, they look like a force to be reckoned with. "Did you call your two bodyguards to fight for you, little winnie