All Chapters of Bound to the Rogue Alpha 2: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“The driver will adjust the horses to the Lawson Estate borders now,” I stated to the front grate, my tone absolute.The moment our pack-carriage rattled to a halt outside the iron gates of my family's den, my boots cleared the step. Logan trailed my flank immediately, his massive warlord furs bunched in his arms as he tried to block the wind from my frame. I ignored his shadow, marching directly past the threshold and ascending the stone steps toward the western sleeping chambers.Evelyn was seated by the hearth, her long fingers curved around a goblet of warm elderberry wine. The moment her sharp eyes caught the dark fury rolling off my scent, she set the vessel down, her posture locking into immediate focus.“What rogue wind has agitated your beast, Brooke? Your spirit carried a much brighter alignment when your boots cleared the pavilion this sunrise.”Refusing to grant the male behind me a single syllable of validation, I let out a sharp, dismissive snort through my nose. I brush

Evelyn’s claws dragged against the edge of the stone table, her breathing dropping into a dangerous, low vibration that rippled with unspent fury.“A high alpha commanding the sovereign silver-forges will never anchor his spirit to a secondary female of your tier. Even if the high council authorizes the fracture of his existing treaty and grants his name to your lineage, the scent of this illicit coupling will linger on your pelt forever. The moment your boots enter his private stronghold, the rival houses will unearth how your claws secured the placement, and every dominant female in the Citadel will target your flank with absolute disdain. Calculate the trajectory, Madison. If you anchor your life to that bound warlord, the northern packs will hurl the foulest designations at your name.”I maintained an absolute, unbending silence from my position on the low hearth skins, watching the escalation unfold without inserting a single syllable.Interfering with a sacred lunar treaty was a

Evelyn harbored a deep concern that her maternal scent would soften if she remained exposed to this piteous display. She gathered her fur coat tightly around her shoulders and rose to her boots. Leveling a sharp command at a nearby pack servant who was engaged in cleaning the hearth stones, she stated, “Track your boots to Madison’s quarters and secure her property within the travel crates. If the volume of her jewelry and ceremonial garments exceeds our transport limits, engage the clan moving wagons. There is zero requirement to prepare the midday meat in the kitchen pavilion; our forms will be consuming our meal outside the estate.”Hearing the matron’s final arrangements, Madison’s spirit dissolved into an even deeper layer of distress. She scrambled to her feet and rushed Evelyn’s position, throwing her arms around the high female's leg as she cried, “Mother, my wolf cannot endure a separation from your scent! My spirit has never existed outside your shadow since the sunrise my e

“Who approaches the threshold?” a male voice roared irritably from the interior, the hinges letting out a loud, grating shriek as the iron swung open. A heavy-set wolf with thick stubble lining his jaw and a dark growth near his mouth poked his head into the corridor, his breath radiating the foul stench of cheap fermented mash.“What the hell does your presence want here?”Madison recoiled two full steps in absolute terror from his physical presentation. She hesitated, her voice trembling. “I… my form is tracking Glenn and Eva Gillian.”Glenn stared at her from ears to boots, and suddenly, his dull eyes ignited with recognition. He turned back toward the dark room, shouting excitedly to the female within, “Mate, the luxury cub has returned to the den!”A middle-aged, heavy-set female rushed out of the dark kitchen sector immediately, the floorboards groaning beneath her considerable bulk as she moved. Her voice was incredibly coarse, carrying the thick, unrefined accent of the outer

As her heavy frame rushed toward the massive structural pillars supporting the hotel roof, Eva screamed, “My spirit might as well shatter its skull against the stone!”Madison was thoroughly startled by the volatile display. Her experience had never exposed her wolf to a creature of Eva's frantic desperation, forcing her to capitulate to silence the scene.“Cease the execution! My hand will supply the coin! Discontinue this grotesque performance before the guards!” She gritted her teeth until they ground together, drafting an additional draft for another million coins. Now, her private reserves were severely depleted. Furthermore, her occupancy within the presidential suite across the entire moon cycle carried an immense premium. The cost was no longer sustainable; she could no longer maintain her position within the luxury establishment.Her boots were forced to retreat back to the Gillian family’s dilapidated stone apartment. The transition was an incredible victory for Jeff, becaus