All Chapters of Bound By Alpha's Blood: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

KILLIANAs Dominic’s big, innocent eyes remained fixed on me, my features softened.I crouched slightly, offering Dominic a small, apologetic smile.“Sorry for the delay, buddy,” I said softly. “How about that run in the forest I promised you?”Dominic didn’t jump up with his usual enthusiasm.Instead, he watched me intently, his hands resting on his lap among the scattered Lego pieces.“Daddy?” he asked, his little voice laced with hesitation. “Are you going to marry Aunt Catherine?”I pursed my lips, a sudden tightness gripping my chest.I wondered briefly if he had overheard my phone conversation with Dale. But even if he hadn’t, it was a reality he would have to learn about soon enough.Lowering myself into a squat, I brought us to eye level and looked directly into his earnest face.“Yes, Dom,” I said gently. “I am. But I need you to know that this changes nothing between us. You’re still going to stay in the Pack, you’re still my son, and we’re going to spend just as much time to

RILEY“You know I’m not really in the mood for shopping,” I said, adjusting the strap of my purse as we wandered down the bustling downtown shopping street. “I’d honestly rather just stay back at the pack house with Dominic.”Hannah rolled her eyes, scoffing affectionately as she nudged my shoulder. “Riles, you can’t spend every waking second cooped up in that territory. You’re going to grow mold! You need to get out, breathe some normal ‘human’ air, and try something new for once.”I couldn't help but smile faintly, though my heart wasn't truly in it.Hannah was on edge today, mostly because she had nothing to do.Dale was away on some serious, confidential business Killian had assigned to him.When Hannah had tried to pry the details out of him, his unyielding loyalty to his Alpha shone right through—he refused to leak a single detail, claiming it was top secret.Indignant over his silence, Hannah had spent the entire morning complaining about him to me.Suddenly, Hannah gasped, rus

CATHERINEI followed Lorcan up the narrow metal fire escape attached to the side of a two-story boutique, the rusted iron groaning faintly beneath our boots.When we reached the top, he stepped over the low parapet and onto the flat, gravel-covered roof. I followed, glancing back to make sure no one had seen us.The surrounding buildings and their high rooftop ledges shielded us from view, leaving us practically invisible to anyone on the bustling street below.The rooftop was filthy. The black tar sealant, baking under the midday sun, gave off a sour, chemical stench that hung heavy in the warm air. Litter was scattered everywhere—greasy fast-food wrappers, crushed plastic bottles, and other discarded trash, such as used condoms.I immediately covered my nose and mouth, struggling to keep my disgust from showing.The industrial air-conditioning units hummed loudly nearby, their metallic drone vibrating through the rooftop. I had to raise my voice to be heard, even with Lorcan standin

CATHERINEI took the seat opposite my father, folding my hands neatly in my lap.He didn't speak at first. The heavy, suffocating silence stretched between us, making my pulse quicken.I remembered the last time he'd looked at me with that same cold, piercing gaze. It had been a long time ago, back when I'd killed my younger stepbrother's puppy.I'd made sure no one would ever suspect me, carefully staging the scene to look like a tragic, unavoidable accident—the ignorant little creature had drowned in the summer pool.When my stepbrother cried so hysterically that the entire household rallied around him, offering comfort and promising to buy him a new puppy, my father had quietly escorted me to his private study. He'd sat across from me and stared at me just like this.Unable to bear the stifling pressure any longer, I decided to break the silence myself."Where has Rosa been lately?" I asked, forcing my tone to sound casual and pleasant. "Has she returned to Moon Ridge already? Ah,

KILLIANJust as I stepped out of my luxury sedan, my eyes caught a commotion near the main entrance.Sean rushed out of the Pack house, cradling a woman in his arms. An anxious-looking servant trailed close behind, shouting something panicked after him.I frowned.The whole scene was utterly undignified and unsightly. Exactly the kind of scene I didn't have the patience for today.Jason and I had just emerged from a meeting in the city center, where we'd dealt with a human CEO who had left a foul taste in my mouth.Two hours of polite smiles across a polished table, and at the end of it, the man had leaned back in his chair and suggested that "sexual favors" might ensure a productive partnership.He had actually said it. To me. With a smile.Dale usually handled men like that. I'd never understood how he stomached it, but Dale was away, and so the task had fallen to me.I'd shut the man down on the spot, terminated the agreement before he could finish his sentence, and walked out with