All Chapters of Bound By Alpha's Blood: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

RILEY“Earth to Riley!”Lisa’s sharp voice cut through the fog of my thoughts, snapping me out of my daze.I blinked rapidly, staring at her with wide eyes. “What? What’s wrong?”Instinctively, my gaze darted across the courtyard toward the sprawling playground.Dominic was still there, running around with a group of other pack pups, laughing and playing as carefree as ever. Relieved that he was safe, I turned my attention back to Lisa.She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “I should be asking you that. You’ve been completely checked out all morning.”“I’m sorry,” I murmured, offering a weak smile. “I didn’t sleep very well last night.”Lisa’s expression softened with concern. She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Are you feeling unwell again? Do you need to go back to the medical center?”“No, no. I’m fine.” I shook my head quickly, though I knew better than to offer her any real explanation.And physically, that was true. I actually felt fine. Better than fine, in

LORCANMason's face darkened. “Yes,” he murmured. “Why?”“Do you think they might still be alive somewhere out there?” I asked, resting my chin on my laced fingers.Mason frowned. “I don't know. And I don't care.” Hatred and resentment glittered in his blue eyes. “They were the ones who abandoned me to the feral beasts after our parents were slaughtered. They never tried to find me once the dust settled, and I sure as hell never wasted a single breath looking for them. Even if I found them, all I'd want to do is kill them.”I offered him a sympathetic, carefully measured expression, nodding along as though I shared his pain.It wasn't the first time I'd heard such a wretched tale of familial betrayal. This world was crawling with abandoned orphans and broken wretches.But projecting an air of deep, sorrowful understanding was precisely what this simple, emotionally starved man needed from me.And I'd always prided myself on being a master of that craft: giving people exactly what they

RILEYIn the weeks following my conversation with Dale, nothing significant had happened. Life within the pack had settled into a stable rhythm, and the overwhelming joy and logistical madness of the wedding preparations seemed to have swallowed up any dark rumors or lingering suspicions.Catherine hadn't pulled a single suspicious stunt—or at least, none that I'd managed to catch.I'd tried calling Sean once, a week after our late-night encounter in my room, hoping to find out whether he'd uncovered anything new about Lorcan. But he'd sounded distracted and eager to get off the phone. Strangely, with the wedding only a short while away, he still hadn't returned to Iron Cliff. I had no idea what was keeping him so occupied.That didn't mean life was entirely normal, however.For one thing, my unsettling dreams hadn't stopped. They had evolved. The bloody nightmares had vanished, replaced by bizarre, hyper-specific flashes of mundane trivialities.Three nights ago, I dreamt that Domini

RILEYThere weren’t many guests wandering through the rose garden, and Sophia was completely alone by the time I hurried into the small, wrought-iron pavilion.She paced restlessly across the stone floor. The moment she heard my footsteps, she whipped around, her eyes flashing with irritation.“What took you so long?” she demanded, her voice tight.I stopped at the entrance, struggling to catch my breath. I was practically panting; I had sprinted all the way from the pack house after tucking Dominic into his room. But I didn't have the energy to argue with her tone.“I had to make sure Dominic was settled,” I said. “I’m here now. What did you want to talk about, Sophia?”Sophia drew a sharp breath, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. She stepped closer, lowering her voice to a near hiss.“You have to stop the wedding, Riley.”I blinked, genuinely stunned. “What?”For a moment, I wondered if I'd heard her wrong or if she was trying to make some cruel joke at my expense. But So

RILEYA man wearing a low-brimmed hat stood half-hidden among the pack staff and decorators carrying floral arrangements.At first glance, he looked like just another hired hand helping set up the venue. But something about his posture—the rigid line of his shoulders—felt entirely out of place.I squinted, trying to figure out what made him stand out. Then he tilted his head, and the overhead lights caught the side of his face.A jagged, pale scar cut across his skin.Scars.It was Lorcan.My breath caught. I blinked rapidly, desperately trying to convince myself I was hallucinating.But I knew I wasn't.As if sensing my stare, Lorcan's head snapped around. His eyes locked onto mine across the crowded hall.Instead of looking panicked or caught, he let a slow, malicious smirk spread across his scarred lips.Then he turned on his heel, slipped through the double doors, and disappeared into the hallway.Instinct overrode common sense. I sprinted after him.“Mommy? Where are you going?”