All Chapters of Feral Hearts: Pucked By The Alphas: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER 91CALLIEWHAT REMAINSTime stopped meaning anything after that. Not because it truly froze, but because every second dragged itself forward like it was wounded, bleeding out slowly on the stone floor between us. The kind of time that didn’t move in hours or minutes, only in heartbeats and breaths and the ache in my wrists where the restraints rubbed raw.The wards never stopped humming. They pulsed low and steady, like a second heartbeat layered over my own, artificial and cruel. Every time my wolf shifted or stirred too loudly inside me, the sound sharpened, biting down until she whimpered and retreated again. It felt like being watched by the walls themselves, like the room was alert and waiting for weakness.We sat in silence for a long time. Not the peaceful kind. Not the kind that let you rest. This silence was heavy with unspoken fears, with things none of us dared say because saying them would make them real. I could

CHAPTER 93SANTIAGOWHEN THE BODY GIVES WAYPain had its own language. I learned that sometime between the second time my vision went white and the moment my knees finally gave out. Pain didn’t shout. It didn’t rush. It stayed. It layered itself carefully, deliberately, until it rewrote everything else, thought, memory, time, into something smaller and meaner. By the time they dragged me into the room, I wasn’t even sure my legs belonged to me anymore.Stone scraped my knees. Hard. Cold. The sound echoed too loudly in my skull, like the room wanted credit for my collapse. My wolf curled tighter, a sick, wounded thing pressed so deep inside me I barely felt him breathe. That scared me more than the blood loss. More than the way my ribs screamed every time I inhaled.The air here wasn’t neutral. It leaned. It pressed. It reminded you, constantly, that you were allowed to exist only because someone stronger hadn’t decided otherwise yet.

CHAPTER 95 CALLIE THE QUIET REALISATION Time didn’t move normally in that room. It stretched and warped, pulling tight around my ribs until every breath felt borrowed. The wards hummed softly, almost gently, as if they were alive and pleased with themselves. I sat bound in the same chair, muscles aching, wrists raw, but the pain had faded into something dull and distant. My body was still here. My mind kept drifting somewhere darker. Santiago’s breathing was uneven across from me. I focused on it without meaning to, counting the rise and fall of his chest because if I stopped, my thoughts went places I couldn’t survive. He looked worse now. The blood on his face had dried into dark streaks, his head tilting forward slightly as exhaustion dragged him down in waves. His wolf flickered weakly through the bond, a fragile presence that made my chest ache with every pulse. I hated that I couldn’t touch him. I hated

CHAPTER 97SANTIAGO THE EDGE OF SILENCE I don’t know how long it has been. Probably two days, maybe three. Time was somehow different here. It was slow. We were given water, and stale bread. Typical prison lifestyle. But the pain didn’t come in waves anymore. It was constant, a dull, unrelenting weight that pressed against my skull and hollowed me from the inside. Breathing hurts. Thinking hurts. Even staying upright felt impossible. My limbs trembled, heavy and foreign, each one unwilling to obey. The chair beneath me was unyielding, but it didn’t matter, my body had given up on comfort a long time ago.My vision drifted in and out, blurring at the edges. Stone walls seemed to bend and tilt, and the dim light of the room became hazy, uncertain. Every movement triggered pain, sharp and immediate, shooting through my ribs, my arms, my spine. My wolf stirred faintly in the chaos, a soft whine of confusion and exhaustion, curling inward like it had no strength left to resist.I hated f

CHAPTER 99MATTEOFRACTURED VIGILThe hospital wing smelled faintly of antiseptic, sharp and sterile, a scent that did nothing to calm the storm inside me. The room was quiet, the hum of machinery and the soft shuffle of nurses filling the space like a timid heartbeat. Santiago lay on the gurney, pale and slack, eyes closed, chest rising and falling unevenly under the healer’s careful hands.I stayed back, hands flexing, jaw tight, wolf coiled and restless, pacing in my chest. Relief mixed with anger so sharp it made my bones ache. Alessandro, that monster, was gone, captured, contained. And yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this calm was fragile, borrowed, and that at any second, we’d pay for breathing too freely.Travis stood near the doorway, his posture rigid, calm, the kind of calm that always made my wolf bristle. He was too controlled, too measured, but his words were precise and undeniable. Alessandro has been captured. He’d said it before, but now it hit me in the chest,