All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ALPHA: SECRET HEIRS OF THE KING : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41 The dining hall had emptied out faster than I expected after Pedro’s sharp words, but the weight of what had just happened still lingered in the air like smoke. Nightfall pack sat right in the central European region, smack in the middle of everything. They could have accepted shipments and delicacies from every corner of the continent—including the North and Northeast—but they deliberately refused. I knew why. Everyone did. Old feuds ran deeper than rivers here. I mentioned it quietly as we lingered at the table, my voice tentative. “Your pack could pull from anywhere. The North has those rich game meats. Northeast has the forest herbs my old pack swore by. But you choose not to. Because of the feuds, right?” Pedro couldn’t deny it. He leaned back slightly, studying me with a mix of surprise and respect. “You picked up on that quickly. Geopolitical intelligence looks good on you, Harper. Most people don’t see the connections behind the food on their plate.” I felt a

Chapter 43 Harper’s pov I was still curled up on the bed, thighs clenched tight and my core throbbing with unfulfilled need when the door opened softly. Maria stepped inside, her face lined with concern as she sat on the edge of the mattress. “Harper, talk to me,” she said gently, reaching for my hand. “You didn’t touch your lunch. You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world. What happened with Pedro?” Her soft, caring tone grated on my already frayed nerves. I sat up sharply, pulling my hand away. “Why does everyone treat me like some fragile little princess who needs constant saving?” I snapped. “I survived four years completely alone—no family, no pack, no one who actually cared. I don’t need you hovering over me like I’m about to shatter.” Maria blinked, surprised by my sharpness, but she didn’t leave. “We’re only here to help you through the pregnancy. After everything—” I cut her off, voice firm and cold. “What exactly is your role here, Maria? Yours and Alma’s? B

Chapter 45Pedro’s povThe conversation had taken a heavier turn than either of us expected. I leaned back in my chair, the morning coffee now lukewarm in my mug as I studied José across the desk. The sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the faint lines of worry on his face—lines that hadn’t been there when we were younger and more reckless.“Do you still feel it?” I asked quietly, my voice low. “That sting from the day we discovered Xavier had betrayed us?”José didn’t hide it. His jaw tightened, and for a moment the easygoing mask he usually wore slipped completely. “Every damn day, Pedro. I can still remember that night like it was yesterday. The rain pouring down, the way the torches flickered in the meeting hall. Xavier standing there, looking us dead in the eye with no remorse. Just cold, calculated betrayal. We were brothers to him. We fought side by side for years, shared blood, shared women, shared everything. And he sold us out for power like it was nothing. I

Harper’s povThe conversation with Alma and Maria had started light enough, but as the afternoon wore on, a familiar loneliness crept in. I sat there in the suite, surrounded by their company, yet I felt the weight of isolation pressing down on me. Sometimes the south wing felt more like a beautiful cage than a sanctuary. I switched topics quickly, not wanting to dive into my past with them. The ladies didn’t need to hear about the years I spent scraping by after Elec threw me out.We turned back to the history book on the table. I traced a finger along one of the illustrated maps. “What do you think is the probability of several packs successfully attacking and conquering a singular pack? Based on past histories, I mean.”Alma leaned in, flipping through a few pages. “It’s higher than you’d think. Look at the Interpack Wars of the last century. The majority of the packs that were targeted ended up conquered. The numbers weren’t always in their favor, but coordination, surprise, and i

Pedro’s povI couldn’t resist. A slow, knowing smile spread across my face. “Councilman. I see you have excellent taste. The view in here is quite impressive. Very dedicated staff you have.”Ersham’s face flushed a deep red, a mix of embarrassment and irritation flashing in his eyes. “You could have knocked first, Nightfall. Some decorum would be appreciated, even from an Alpha.”The young woman excused herself quickly, slipping past me with her eyes downcast. Once the door closed again, I leaned against the frame, still smiling. “My apologies. I didn’t realize I was interrupting something so… hands-on. Does the Council provide such thorough mentoring these days? She seems very committed to her duties.”Ersham’s jaw tightened, but he remained stoic, refusing to rise to the bait. “What brings you here, Alpha? I assume it’s not to discuss my staff or my personal affairs.”I finally moved, crossing the room and handing over the sealed medical file. “Straight to business, then. These are