All Chapters of BOUND TO THE FORBIDDEN ALPHA PRINCE • BOOK II: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

🩸WARREN🩸 I did not knock. I pushed the door open and crossed the threshold of her small room in three long strides, my whole body already vibrating with something I had spent the entire walk here failing, completely, to talk myself out of. She was just stepping out of the bathroom, a small towel wrapped barely around her body, water still tracking slow down her bare shoulders, her silver hair dark and heavy where it clung wet against her own skin. A drop slid from her collarbone down toward the curve of her chest, and my eyes tracked it without my permission, my own jaw tightening at the sight. She gasped, one hand flying instinctively toward the towel, holding it tighter against herself. "Alpha Warren—" I did not let her finish. Her voice was a spark in a room full of kindling. My name on her lips was the final crack in my already fractured restraint. Every cell in my body was screaming at me, a primal, feral roar to claim, to take, to mark. Seeing her like this, soft, vulner

💫RAYNE💫 I took a warm bath quickly, scrubbing hard at skin still clammy with dried sweat, letting the water carry away whatever it could of the night still clinging to me. It did not carry away nearly enough. I dressed in my other uniform once finished, and let my hair loose the way he had ordered it to stay, though today the choice felt less like obedience and more like something I simply did not have the energy left to fight. I stepped out into the corridor and forced my spine straight, forced my face into something resembling ordinary before anyone caught sight of me. I cleaned Warren's quarters first, moving fast and efficient through every room except one. I did not go anywhere near his bedroom. Not today. Not when I could still feel the ghost of his hands pressed against my thighs if I let my mind wander even slightly in that direction. Once finished, I made my way toward the guards' wing, my stomach knotted tight with nerves the entire walk there, rehearsing and discardin

💛RONAN💛 There's this pull I feel towards him. The words hit harder than anything a man had ever managed to swing at me in a training yard. I felt them land somewhere below my ribs, sharp and unwelcome, and they stayed lodged there the entire walk down this corridor, refusing to loosen no matter how many times I tried shoving them aside. I could still hear her voice saying it. Quiet. Confused. Almost ashamed of her own admission, like she hated those particular words leaving her mouth just as much as I hated hearing them. Why does it feel like I'm about to lose my best friend? I dragged one hand down my face, my jaw locking tight enough to ache. Rayne had been my person since I was eleven years old with a split lip and no regrets about earning it. Not because anyone ordered me to protect her. Not because I owed a single soul in this pack anything at all. Rayne was simply Rayne. The girl who shared her food with me when we were children, even on days she barely had enough to fil

🖤THIRD PERSON’S POV🖤 Her side screamed at her with every stride, and she ignored it. She tore through the corridors with Garrick and Ronan pounding behind her, servants flattening themselves against the walls to clear the way, a tray crashing to the floor somewhere in their wake. She did not slow at the turns. She did not look at the faces they passed. Every heartbeat inside her chest hammered the same word, over and over. Warren. She reached his door first, her hand stretched toward the handle, and she stopped with her fingers hovering just above the wood. Nobody entered that room. Not Garrick. Not the servants. Not even her. Warren had guarded that space as fiercely as he guarded his life for as long as she could remember, and anyone who crossed the threshold without his permission had never lived to describe what they saw. She had always found it strange, and she had respected it anyway, because her son never did anything without a reason behind it. Her hand did not move. G

🩸WARREN🩸 The first thing I became aware of was the heat. It had settled beneath my skin while I lay unconscious, burning through every single vein with an intensity that turned even the simple act of breathing into something that felt like dragging fire straight through my lungs. My body sat too heavy to move and too restless to stay still at once, caught somewhere between total exhaustion and a violent, clawing need to tear myself straight out of my skin. I opened my eyes slowly. The temple ceiling came into focus above me first, then the familiar scent of herbs and old stone, layered thick beneath whatever Aldric had been burning while I lay unconscious on this altar. My head felt heavy, dense, my mouth bone dry, and a strange pressure built behind both eyes that made every single sound in the room register far sharper than it had any right to. Someone was speaking. I could not make out actual words yet, only the shape of voices layered over each other, tense and low. I tri