All Chapters of Bound to the Devil Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

The key turned once.Then stopped.Silence gathered on the other side of the door. Lydia could hear the muted scrape of boots, the shift of armor, the low murmur of men deciding whether they were brave enough to enter.Inside the chamber, Logan had gone still again.Not calm.Coiled.She stood between him and the door before she consciously chose to. The basin water dripped from the cloth in her hand. Blood still marked her fingers from tending his wounds.“Move,” he said quietly.“No.”“They are not here to speak.”“Neither am I.”The bond flared hot between them—irritation, warning, something darker beneath both. But it was steadier than before. Stronger. The longer she stood near him, the less violent the pressure became.That realization frightened her more than the men outside.The lock rattled again.Then the older guard’s voice came through the wood. “By order of His Majesty, open the door.”“No,” Lydia called back.A pause followed, as if no one had expected her answer.“My la

The forest did not feel like part of the same world as the palace.There were no polished halls here. No guards pretending courage. No banners covering rot with silk. Only black trees, wet earth, and the cold bite of night pressing in from every side.Lydia stumbled over a root and caught herself on a low branch.Logan’s hand closed around her arm before she could fall.“Watch your footing.”“I would,” she said, breathless, “if you slowed down.”He released her at once, but not before the bond carried a pulse of irritation mixed with concern. It had become impossible to separate one from the other where he was concerned.Behind them, the palace lights were distant now—small and pale beyond the trees.Ahead, the cloaked woman moved without hesitation.She never looked back. She simply expected them to follow.Lydia hated that.“Who is she?” Lydia asked quietly.Logan’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know.”The answer came too fast.She looked at him sharply. “That was a lie.”He said nothing.

Lydia could not feel her hands.They were still locked around Logan’s arm, but sensation had thinned into heat and pressure and a violent hum running through her bones. The clearing swayed around her. Trees, broken stone, black earth—everything seemed too sharp, too bright, too close.Beside her, Logan had gone still.Not frozen.Controlled.The chaos inside him, the savage force that had been tearing itself apart a breath earlier, had narrowed into something hard and lethal. She could feel it through the bond with terrifying clarity now.Not just his rage.His focus.Across the clearing, the darkness wearing Kaelith’s shape watched them both in silence.Then it laughed.The sound rolled through the trees like rot spreading under bark.“You were never meant to be found this early,” Kaelith said.Lydia tried to step back.Her knees nearly gave out.Logan caught her around the waist before she hit the ground. The contact sent another shock through the bond, stronger than before. She fel

Darian Voss did not dismount.He sat his horse like he had been born there, one hand resting on the hilt of his blade, the other loose on the reins. Four riders fanned out behind him, silent and watchful. None of them looked surprised to find Logan on their border.That meant they had been warned.Or they had been expecting trouble long before tonight.Lydia stood between Logan and Elira on the ridge, her breath still uneven from the climb, the forest cold at her back and the open valley before her. The watchfires below burned low and steady, too calm for a place on the edge of fear.Darian’s gaze moved over them once more. Logan first. Then Elira. Then Lydia, slower than before.His expression did not soften.“You crossed my boundary without permission,” he said.Logan’s voice was flat. “You can have the apology or the truth. Not both.”One of the men behind Darian shifted, clearly offended.Darian only raised an eyebrow. “Truth would be new.”Lydia felt the old tension flare through