Todos los capítulos de Bound in Black Magic: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The next morning, the brutal wake-up call of four in the morning felt like a cruel joke. My alarm clock was the harsh, banging sound of pots and pans clattering in the massive pack kitchens, but my body refused to cooperate. When I tried to sit up on my narrow cot, a wave of violent dizziness hit me so hard the stone room spun in circles. My left shoulder was radiating a fierce, blinding heat, the red lines of infection now crawling dangerously close to my collarbone, pulsing with every beat of my racing heart."Seraphina? Hey, are you awake?" Maria whispered softly, hovering over my bed with a worried frown already etched into her face. When she pulled back my blanket and saw my pale, sweat-soaked skin, she gasped. "Oh, no. El, Christopher, come look at her—she's burning up."Eleanore rushed over, her eyes widening in sheer panic as she pressed the back of her hand against my forehead. "Holy hell, she's practically cooking. She can't work today. If Rita sees her looking like this, she

Chapter Fourteen: Broken TracesThe rest of the weekend dragged on like a slow torture. Every time the heavy oak doors of the kitchen swung open, my shoulders locked up, expecting to see those ash-gray eyes glaring down at me or that arrogant smirk from the cloaked stranger. But neither of them showed up. The alpha was nowhere to be found, and the mysterious visitor seemed to have dissolved back into the mountain mist just as quickly as he had appeared.By Monday morning, the heavy thunderstorm had blown away, leaving behind a crisp, biting frost that coated the castle windows in delicate white ferns.Maria, Eleanore, Christopher, and I were huddled around our small wooden table in the corner of the servants' quarters, quickly finishing our morning bread before Rita started yelling down the hall."Did you hear about the border patrols?" Christopher murmured, leaning in close while keeping his voice low and cautious. He broke a piece of dry bread off, his brow furrowed with worry. "The

The cold stone wall pressed hard against my back, but I barely felt it. The stranger's words hung in the freezing night air between us, heavy and sharp enough to cut.The moment he figures out who you really are, this fortress won't be a cage anymore—it'll be a slaughterhouse.My breath hitched. I stared up into his dark, intense eyes, my mind racing a mile a minute. What was he talking about? My past was completely ordinary. I was just a human girl from a small trading village down the mountain, plucked away from an auction block because my mismatched eyes caught some wealthy monster's fancy. I didn't have a secret bloodline. I didn't come from royalty or ancient pack wolves. I was just Seraphina—a servant scrubbing floors and hauling flour sacks."What are you talking about?" I whispered, my voice trembling slightly despite my best efforts to sound brave. I grabbed the edge of my gray shawl, pulling it tighter around my shoulders. "You have the wrong person. I'm just a human. I don'

The ringing in my ears was so loud it drowned out the crackle of the iron chandeliers overhead. The word hung suspended in the frozen air of the North Gallery, heavy enough to crack stone: Brother.The alpha’s massive frame stopped dead just a few feet away from the cloaked intruder. For a terrifying second, neither of them moved. The alpha’s chest heaved beneath his tailored black jacket, his ash-gray eyes completely swallowed by a ring of blazing, violent gold. The air in the grand hall grew so thick and suffocating that several junior servants near the back dropped to their knees, gasping for breath under the sheer weight of the dominant aura crashing against the walls."You're dead," the alpha finally spoke, his voice dropping into a low, lethal growl that vibrated straight through the floorboards. "We burned the carriage. We saw the wreckage at the river pass ten years ago. There was nothing left."The stranger—the alpha's own flesh and blood—let out a dry, humorless laugh that h

The wind howling off the jagged peaks of the Northern mountains carried a bitter, freezing bite that cut right through the heavy wool of the prince's cloak. I pulled the dark fabric tighter around my shoulders, my boots crunching deeply into the fresh, untrodden snow as we pushed deeper into the dense pine forest. The towering trees stood like silent, watching sentinels against the moonlit sky, casting long, twisting shadows that seemed to dance just out of the corner of my eye.Behind us, towering high above the tree line, the massive stone fortress of the pack stronghold loomed like a dark mountain against the stars. From down here, it looked small, trapped beneath the weight of its own arrogance. But I knew the reality. Inside those walls, an enraged alpha with gold-flecked eyes was currently tearing the lower archives apart, screaming for blood, while Maria, Eleanore, and Christopher slept entirely unaware of the storm breaking over their heads."We need to move faster," the princ