Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To The Ruthless Alpha: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

I returned to our rooms with my wolf still restless. The encounter with Elara still replayed in my mind. Her striking beauty, the way she said Julian’s name, and the subtle hostility in her smile. I took a deep breath and pushed it aside. I would not let it affect me. Not openly. Julian had enough on his mind after the ceremony and the new responsibilities we both carried. Mentioning her would make me sound insecure. I refused to give her that power.Instead, I focused on my duties as Luna.That afternoon, Ethan and I worked in the archive hall, reviewing pack traditions, dispute handling, and ways to help young wolves through their first shifts. He explained everything with patience.“You will sit in on council meetings now,” he said. “Your voice carries weight as Luna. The origin point gives you insight others lack so Use it wisely.”I nodded and asked questions. “How do we balance mercy with strength when someone breaks pack law?”Ethan smiled. “That is the art of it. Your mother h

Morning brought urgent news. Scouts had detected strange energy near the border. Julian immediately gathered a small group to investigate.“Elara,” he said, not looking up from his sword belt. “You’re coming. You felt it first.”She nodded once and fell into line.We rode out quickly. As we reached the trees, the air grew heavy. A shimmering light appeared ahead. Its power felt like the origin point, but something about it was wrong. Elara pointed toward a crack in the ground.““It feels like a family bond,” she said quietly. “An old one.I dismounted and stepped closer. My wolf stirred not in warning exactly, but in recognition. Then a voice moved through my mind, low and certain:Blood calls to blood.The ground trembled. The crack widened. Light bled up from beneath it, and in that light I saw them. Julian and Elara as children, their fathers standing together over a document neither of them had ever shown us.Then the origin point reacted.Energy poured into Elara. Her eyes sudde

My father stared at me for a long time.“That is either very smart,” he said, “or very dangerous.”“Can it work?” I asked.He picked up the old book and turned the pages slowly. His finger traced lines of old writing. The candle flickered between us as I waited.“There is something here,” he said finally. He turned the book toward me. The writing was faded but I could make out a few words. Bloodline direction. Shared source. Carrier to carrier.“What does it say?” I asked.“It says that when two carriers share the same bloodline, they can form a direct link,” he said. “Not through a mate bond, but through the bloodline itself. You would anchor her fragment and keep it from drifting.”“And the risk?”“If the link goes wrong the fragment could pull from you instead. It could drain your connection to the origin point. And weaken you from the inside.”“But if it works?”“If it works,” he said quietly, “Elara stays stable. Julian stays out of it. Your bond stays clean.”“Then we try it,” I

Two days passed.Elara kept her distance. She still came to meals. She still trained in the yard. But she did not seek me out and she did not seek Julian out either. She moved through the pack like someone working something out in her head.I tried not to watch her too closely. It was hard.The fragment inside me stayed quiet most of the time. But every so often, usually at night, it stirred. Not painfully. Just a slow turning, like it was trying to remember something.On the third night it woke me up completely.I sat up in bed gasping. Julian woke instantly beside me, his hand already on my arm.“Selina. What is it?”“I do not know.” My chest felt tight. Not from pain. From pressure. Like the fragment was pushing against something from the inside. “It feels different tonight.”“Different how?”“Like it wants out.”Julian was already pulling on a shirt. “I am getting your father.”My father arrived within minutes, hair messy, eyes sharp despite the hour. He sat on the edge of the bed

Julian led me away from the courtyard without speaking. We walked through the side corridor until we reached our room, and only then did he turn to face me.“What was that,” he said. His voice was tight, controlled in the way that meant he was working hard to keep it that way.“What was what?”“You and Cesar. Standing there. Talking like…” He stopped himself and exhaled hard. “Like there was something between you.”“Julian,you saw how the fragment reacted. We were only trying to understand it.”“That is not what I saw.” He paced to the window and back. “I saw the way he looked at you. I saw the way you looked back. Do not tell me that was just about the fragment.”I felt my own temper rise to meet his. “Are you accusing me of something?”“No.” He stopped pacing and faced me directly. “I am telling you how it felt to watch my mate stand close to a stranger and have something pass between you that I could not touch.”The words landed harder than I expected. I thought of Elara, of the we