Todos los capítulos de BOUND TO THE FORBIDDEN ALPHA PRINCE • BOOK II: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

🌿EMERY🌿 Warren walked past me without a single glance, and the air itself seemed to shift in his walk, thick and charged, the way it does right before lightning finds ground. I stood frozen in the corridor, my own pulse hammering hard against my throat, watching his back disappear around the far corner. Twenty years of knowing that particular set of his shoulders, and I had never once seen them carry themselves quite like that. Rigid. Coiled. Like something inside him had already decided violence and was simply searching for where to place it next. What happened. I turned and made my way toward my father's study instead of chasing after him, some old instinct warning me that following Warren right now would earn me nothing but the same cold silence he'd already thrown at me twice today. Cassian and Thane sat across from our father when I pushed the door open, both of them still dressed in their hunting leathers, dust and sweat clinging to their collars. Father's face carrie

💫RAYNE💫 My head snapped toward the doorway. Alpha Warren stood there. His eyes burned crimson, deep and glowing in the low kitchen light, and the expression carved across his face was murderous, absolute, aimed directly at Ronan with a weight that made the air itself feel suddenly thin, pressing hard against my chest. But that was not what made my heart lurch. His fists were bleeding. Both of them, dripping thin trails of red down over split knuckles, staining the cuffs of his sleeves dark, the skin torn open in places I could not fully assess from across the room. The sight of it hit me harder than the crimson in his eyes, harder than the fury radiating off him in slow, deliberate waves. Every other thought in my head vanished at once, replaced entirely by a single, desperate need. Make it stop bleeding. Ronan shot up from his chair instantly, dropping into a low bow. "Alpha." "Get out." Alpha Warren's voice thundered through the kitchen, low, controlled, and yet I felt t

💫RAYNE💫 I gathered the fresh linens against my chest, the fabric still warm from where it had hung near the hearth to dry, and pushed open the door to the resting area with my hip since both hands were full. My footsteps fell quiet against the stone floor, careful, unhurried. Greta had sent me in with strict instructions to change the bedsheets while the Alpha attended his morning meeting with Lord Garrick, and I intended to be finished and gone long before either of them returned. Sound reached me before I had taken three full steps inside. Skin against skin, rhythmic, low, a steady pattern that made my whole body go still where I stood. A soft whimper followed close behind it, then another sound, deeper, a groan that vibrated straight through the walls and settled somewhere uncomfortable in my own chest. My arms tightened around the linens, my knuckles paling against the fabric. He left already. I watched him leave myself. I had stood at the edge of the corridor not an hour

🩸WARREN🩸 I did not care what the priest had just said. The Starborn did not exist. Twenty four years of failed searches, dead ends, and desperate old men chasing a prophecy through blood rituals had already told me everything I needed to know about a woman fate supposedly promised me and had never once delivered. If Aldric turned out to be right, if some miracle actually walked through my gates on the day of this Summit, I intended to kill her myself and end the entire matter permanently. One less thread to manage. One less complication threatening whatever fragile order I had already spent days protecting with my own two hands. I already had a mate. One I was still trying to understand, still failing to explain, still fighting the pull of every single hour I spent anywhere near her. Kian wanted her with a hunger I could not fully account for, could not reason with, could not starve into silence no matter how hard I tried. I had no room left in my life for a second complication

✦────✦✦────✦✦────✦✦────✦ The darkest monsters are not born from darkness. They are born from the blood we thought we had buried. Never fear the son who carries your blood. Fear the one who carries it without your name. —ALPHA QUEEN ISORA ✦────✦✦────✦✦────✦✦────✦ 🩸WARREN🩸 My mother closed the study door behind her, the latch catching soft, and the sound of it settled heavy into the room, sealing the two of us inside something neither of us had spoken aloud in twenty-four years. I remained standing, my hands braced flat against the edge of my own desk. She did not ask why I had brought her here. I watched the understanding already sitting behind her eyes, watched the way her shoulders squared themselves before she had even crossed the threshold fully, her chin lifting a fraction, her spine straightening the way it always did before she braced for a blow she had already anticipated coming. I knew, with the same certainty I knew my own name, that she had been waiting for this exac