All Chapters of Alpha’s Masterpiece: Bound by Revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Julian, please!" Elena sobbed out, her forehead pressing against the cold glass as his fingers kept up their merciless, dizzying speed over her core. His hips never stopped their brutal, steady rhythm from behind, driving deep into her tight heat over and over again until the entire window frame vibrated against her palms. "I'm going to break... I swear I'm going to break...""Then break for me, sweetheart," Julian growled into her ear, his breath a scorching furnace against her slick skin. His hand on her throat tightened just enough to make her gasp, cutting off her voice into a breathless, whimper-filled moan that echoed softly off the pane. "I’ll hold every piece of you."He shifted his angle slightly, pulling out until his tip barely hovered at her entrance before slamming back in to the very hilt. The sudden depth hit her swollen sweet spot with such accuracy that Elena’s eyes rolled back. Her nails dragged long, desperate lines down the smudged glass as her knees completely bu

The freezing wind howled through the narrow mountain pass, carrying the bitter taste of fresh blood and wet pine. The dying scout lay cold on the stone floor of the strategic hall, his dark eyes staring blankly at the high ceiling.Julian did not waste a second looking at the corpse. He drew his massive broadsword with a sharp, iron hiss, his eyes glowing in the torchlight like wild fire."I told you," Julian growled, his dark voice vibrating off the thick walls. "The rogues are rabid beasts. They hunt for sport, Elena. Kaelen is already dead, and now those strays are coming for our gates."Elena stood behind the long oak table, her face completely pale, but her eyes were hard as ice. She looked down at the blood spreading across the stone floor, then back at Julian. Her heart hammered against her chest, yet her royal crown gave her no room to panic."Kaelen is not that easy to kill," Elena said, her voice flat and smooth. She picked up her silver dagger from the map, sheathing it at

The air inside the Red Valley tasted like sulfur, wet copper, and burning pine. Rain fell in thick, greasy sheets, turning the dirt roads into a slippery black mud. High above the valley floor, sharp red rock walls trapped the smoke from dozens of iron smelting fires, wrapping the entire Crimson war camp in a choking red haze.Garrick crouched low behind a sharp outcrop of ironstone, his dark leather armor soaked through with rainwater. Beside him, Vanya was a quiet shadow in the dark. Her face was painted with black ash, her dark eyes reflecting the flickering red light of the campsite below.Ten of their most lethal royal shadow-blades lay scattered behind them in the thick brush, silent as corpses, waiting for the signal."Look at the size of those beasts," Garrick whispered, his voice barely audible beneath the steady roar of falling rain.Down in the muddy trench of the valley floor stood three big iron siege weapons. They were terrifying monsters of war, built from thick black o

The night air was freezing, biting through the thick stone walls of the old fortress. Outside, the wind howled like a hungry beast across the snow-covered pine trees. Inside the grand hall, the heavy smell of blood and iron from the morning executions had finally faded, replaced by the bitter scent of burning pine logs and melted tallow wax.Elena stood by the arched stone window in her private chambers. Her hair fell in soft, loose waves down her back, catching the pale moonlight that filtered through the clouds. She held a cup of warm spiced wine between her hands, but she hadn't taken a single sip. Her mind was still stuck in that bloody outpost. She could still see Dennis’s head rolling across the stone floor, his wide, lifeless eyes staring up at her boots. She could still hear the sickening thud of Marcus’s broadsword breaking through flesh and bone.Marcus had executed his own blood brother without stepping back. He had done it because he believed in the code. He had done it be

The heavy fog over the Iron Crossing was cold, thick, and bitter. It smelled like frozen mud, wet pine needles, and old iron. Far below the stone bridge, the river roared over black rocks hundreds of feet down, crashing with a sound like constant thunder.Elena stood hidden in the dark pine trees. Her black leather armor felt tight against her chest, but underneath, the silver war runes Julian had painted across her back burned with a steady, comforting heat. She held her heavy broadsword in a loose, practiced grip, her fingers rested cold on the leather hilt.Beside her, Julian crouched low to the frozen ground, his breath rising in pale clouds. His dark shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing the sharp lines of his chest. His eyes glowed with pure wolf instincts, his long teeth already growing sharper as his inner beast pushed hard against his skin. Behind them, hundreds of rogue werewolf warriors and Royal guards waited in complete silence.BANG! BANG!Two loud rifle shots echoed