All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ALPHA: SECRET HEIRS OF THE KING : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 17Harper’s povI cried alone until my eyes burned and my chest ached. The tears wouldn’t stop, even after Pedro left. Everything I’d buried for so long had clawed its way out, and now the room felt too quiet, too empty. Just me and the bruises forming around my throat.A knock sounded at the door. I ignored it at first, but it came again, louder. Maria’s voice filtered through.“My lady? We’re here for your treatment session.”I wiped my face roughly and shouted back, my voice raw. “Go away! I don’t need your treatments. Leave me alone!”They didn’t listen right away. I heard murmuring outside, footsteps shuffling. I yelled again, sharper this time, until I finally heard them retreating. Good. I didn’t want anyone seeing me like this—broken, exposed, neck marked by another Alpha’s hand.But the anger didn’t fade. It boiled inside me, hot and restless. I paced the small space, fists clenched at my sides. Elec. This was all because of him. He’d dragged me into his mess, thrown

Chapter 33 Pedro’s pov Rage burned through me like wildfire as I stormed toward the old Elder’s hall in the south wing. Martin’s mindlink had lit a fuse I couldn’t ignore. An imposter. Harper Gerald. My wolf clawed at the edges of my control, demanding blood, answers, action. The compound was locked down tight, guards moving like shadows in the corridors, but none of it eased the frustration clawing at my chest. Do not touch her, I snarled through the mindlink to Martin, the command laced with enough Alpha power to make most wolves submit on the spot. That’s an order. I didn’t wait for confirmation. My boots echoed off the ancient stone floors of the Elder’s hall as I shoved the heavy doors open. The room smelled of dust and old wood, dimly lit by a few wall sconces. And there she was—Harper—strapped to one of the old wooden chairs like a prisoner awaiting judgment. Her head lolled forward, dark hair falling across her face. Martin stood beside her, looking far too satisfied fo

Chapter 35 Pedro’s pov Half an hour later, I was seated behind the heavy oak desk in my office, the tension in the room already thick enough to cut with a claw. Martin stood near the window, arms crossed tightly over his chest, while Quinton sat across from me, fingers drumming restlessly on the arm of his chair. We’d barely started going over the search reports when the door slammed open. Memphis dragged Carmen in roughly, shoving her forward into the center of the room. She stumbled but caught herself, breathing hard, her uniform torn and her hair wild. The defiance in her eyes didn’t fool me for a second. I rose slowly from my seat, letting the silence stretch. “Who sent you?” I asked, voice dangerously calm. Carmen lifted her chin and said nothing. I stepped around the desk, eyes locked on her. “You tried to poison Harper with wolfsbane. I smelled it on the tray myself. Don’t stand there pretending you’re innocent. Who gave the order, Carmen?” Still nothing. Her jaw cl

Chapter 20Pedro’s povSadie’s words hit me like a slap. She leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. “Oh, I know my brother betrayed me long ago,” she said, her voice dripping with bitterness. “Xavier won’t be coming for me anytime soon. He made that clear the last time he abandoned me to your mercy. So I’m buying my own freedom, Pedro. One way or another.”I paled with rage, the color draining from my face as my wolf surged forward, clawing to be released. My hands clenched into fists so tight my knuckles cracked. “You’re not getting it,” I snarled, stepping toward her with every word. “Not today. Not ever. You think you can scheme and poison your way out of the debt your family owes? You’re delusional.”By now Sadie had edged closer to us, her movements deceptively casual. Quinton shifted uncomfortably beside me, tension radiating from him. Suddenly, without warning, she whipped out a small glass bottle from the folds of her sleeve and hurled it directly at ou

Chapter 39 Harper’s pov I lay there on the bed, still weak but determined, watching Pedro’s face carefully. He looked torn, his jaw tight and his eyes shadowed with something I couldn’t quite read. The silence between us stretched until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Tell me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Who was it? Who tried to have me killed?” Pedro hesitated, running a hand through his hair. For a moment I thought he might shut down again, but then he exhaled heavily. “It was someone you don’t know.” I pushed myself up a little higher against the pillows, ignoring the ache in my body. “That’s not enough, Pedro. I can’t just stay here in your pack house as your… your breeder, surrounded by enemies I know nothing about. How am I supposed to protect myself—or the child—if I’m blind to all of this? Tell me everything.” He studied me for a long moment, conflict clear in his expression. Finally, he sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating