All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ALPHA: SECRET HEIRS OF THE KING : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62 Harpers pov My heart pounded so violently I was sure it would give me away as Memphis’s heavy footsteps drew nearer in the corridor. Panic surged through me like wildfire. I had only a split second. I quickly dashed into the bedroom, slipping past the threshold on shaky legs still weak from the earlier power drain. The sudden movement sent a wave of dizziness through me, but I pushed it down, driven by desperation and the burning need for answers that Pedro refused to give. The bedroom hit me like an invisible wall. Heavy, strange smells mixed together in a thick miasma that assaulted my senses—acrid chemicals, cloying herbs, something metallic and sweet like overripe fruit left to decay in the dark. It clung to my throat, made my eyes water, and stirred my wolf into uneasy, restless circles inside me. The air felt heavy, almost sentient, carrying whispers of danger and secrets. Jars and vials lined the shelves and a small table, their contents shimmering faintly under

Chapter 64Harpers povI took my seat at the long oak table, the chair’s carved wood cool beneath me, and immediately felt the shift in the room’s atmosphere. Seraphina, usually quick with a sharp glare that made my skin crawl, simply nodded and handed me the small can of salt as I settled in. Her fingers brushed mine—elegant, controlled—and for once there was no venom in her eyes. It unsettled me more than her usual hostility. What changed? Is this another layer of their family games?I avoided Pedro’s gaze entirely, focusing on the steaming plate before me, but I could feel him across the table. His broad shoulders were tense under that dark shirt, jaw set in a hard line, powerful hands gripping his utensils a little too tightly. He didn’t speak a word to me. The mate bond thrummed with unspoken words, pulling at me even as resentment simmered from our earlier fight. Your silence is louder than any growl. After everything—your hand on my belly, your flat refusal—now nothing?Tension

Chapter 66 Harpers pov) The moment Pedro’s face materialized with that sinister look—eyes narrowing into dangerous slits, jaw locked tight, the air around him seeming to thicken with alpha fury—I froze completely. My body went rigid, the flimsy nightgown suddenly feeling like no protection at all against the storm brewing in his expression. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear and regret. What have I done? The thrill of the trap I’d tried to set evaporated in an instant, replaced by cold dread that seeped into my bones. The mate bond, usually a warm pull, now felt like a noose tightening. “What did you think would happen, Harper?” he asked, his voice a low, menacing growl that vibrated through the room. He towered over me, broad shoulders squared, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. The lamplight cast harsh shadows across his sharp features, making him look every bit the powerful, unforgiving alpha I both craved and feared. I began to

Chapter 68 Haroers pov Pedro’s shirt finally came off in a hurried tug, revealing the sculpted perfection of his torso—broad shoulders tapering to a powerful chest dusted with dark hair, abs carved like stone from years of alpha battles and pack leadership. I admired his body openly, my hands roaming greedily over the warm, firm muscle, tracing every ridge and scar that told stories of strength and survival. God, he’s beautiful, I thought, a rush of raw desire flooding me, mingling with the lingering fear from earlier. The mate bond sang between us, hot and demanding, pushing aside doubts as my fingers explored lower, nails grazing his skin until he groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through my palms and straight to my core. He didn’t give me long to savor. With a possessive growl that sent heat pooling between my thighs, Pedro pulled my flimsy nightgown up and off in one smooth motion, exposing my bra-covered breasts to the cool air of his room. The suite was dimly lit

Chapter 69Pedros povIt was clear then that it was a rocket launcher and not grenades. The twisted metal of the fence and the concentrated impact crater told a different story than the residue alone. I cursed under my breath, the realization hitting like another explosive. High-grade weaponry. This isn’t some rogue scout testing boundaries—this is calculated aggression. My blood boiled with alpha fury, protective instincts surging as I thought of Harper still inside, vulnerable after the intimacy we’d barely begun. The mate bond tugged at me painfully, a conflicting pull between the woman I’d left wanting in my bed and the pack I was sworn to defend.I yelled at Martin, my voice a thunderous command that cut through the chaos of the yard. “Rocket launcher, not grenades! Your misinformation nearly got us killed, Martin. Explain yourself—how did you misread the damage so badly?”Martin flinched but stood his ground, body language tense and apologetic, sweat beading on his forehead unde