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CHAPTER 12

Author: Spark
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-01 23:59:27

First Person's Perspective

Elena

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my hands. They felt cold, even though the room was warm. I rubbed them together, trying to bring some warmth back, but it didn’t help. My mind was stuck on Salvatore’s words, playing them over and over like a broken record.

"Give me your heart. Submit to me. And in return, I will give you power. Power to make everyone who has wronged you pay."

I swallowed hard. Was it worth it? If I gave in, would I regret it? Would I lose whatever little freedom I still had? And if I did, would I ever be able to escape? Or would I become something worse than a prisoner?

I took a slow breath and looked around the room. It was big. Too big. Everything in it looked expensive. The bed was huge, covered in soft blankets and pillows that smelled like fresh laundry. The wardrobe was filled with clothes I never asked for. A dressing table stood in the corner, with a mirror reflecting my tired face. The rug beneath my bare feet was thic
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  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 13

    First Person's PerspectiveSalvatore's POVThe dim light from the projector flickered across the walls of my study as Ares and I sat in silence, watching the grainy footage on the screen. The video had been sent by one of our spies—an undercover wolf who had managed to infiltrate enemy territory.The camera wobbled slightly, but the voices were clear. A group of men sat around a table, their faces partially hidden by the shadows. At the center of them was Viktor Drakov, the bastard who had been trying to overthrow my pack for years. His thick Russian accent was laced with hatred as he spoke."Salvatore has gotten too comfortable," Viktor sneered, taking a sip from his glass. "He thinks the rogues have disappeared, but we are only waiting for the right moment. When the time comes, his land will be ours, and his pack will kneel before us."One of his men chuckled darkly. "And the girl? The princess?"Viktor smirked. "She is our advantage. We take her, we take his sanity. Alpha or not, e

    Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 14

    First Person PerspectiveElenaThe first day I was allowed to walk around felt strange. After being locked up for so long, I didn’t know what to do. When the guards stepped aside and told me I could move freely, I thought it was a trick. I stared at them, waiting for the catch, but they said nothing. Just stood there, watching. Testing me.I took a hesitant step forward. No one stopped me. Another step. Still nothing. My breath felt uneven, my pulse erratic. My feet moved slowly, cautiously, like I was walking on thin ice. No chains. No locked doors. No one forcing me back inside.I ran my fingers along the cold stone walls as I moved, needing something solid to ground me. The air in the hallway smelled of polished wood and faint traces of the food lingering from the kitchens. My senses felt overwhelmed, but I forced myself to focus. This wasn’t a dream. This was real.Eyes followed me everywhere. The maids stopped mid-step, their whispers hushed yet sharp. Some stared openly, their g

    Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 15

    First Person's PerspectiveSalvatore's POVAres threw Elena onto the cold floor in front of me. She landed hard, her body crumpling on impact. Her cloak was torn, barely hanging from her shoulders, and her tangled hair was filled with dirt and leaves. She looked up at me, her wide eyes filled with fear—and defiance. Even now, after everything, she still dared to challenge me.It only made my anger burn hotter.I kept my eyes on her as I spoke. "Leave us."Ares hesitated for only a second before stepping back. The heavy door closed behind him, sealing us in. Just the two of us. Silence filled the room except for her unsteady breathing.I moved forward slowly. She flinched but stayed in place. At least she knew better than to try and run again."Do you have any idea how angry I am right now?" My voice was calm, but the fury underneath it was unmistakable.She swallowed hard. "I—""Silence."The single word cracked through the air like a whip. She flinched again, curling in on herself, h

    Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 16

    First Person's PerspectiveSalvatore's POVMy knuckles throbbed as I yanked my fist back from the shattered mirror. Pieces of glass rained onto the floor, some bouncing off my shoes, others embedding themselves into the rug, some even piercing my knuckles, but that was the least of my concern. My chest rose and fell with each angry breath, but it still wasn’t enough. The rage inside me boiled hotter, consuming every rational thought I had left. Not even words can describe how..how... betrayed....angry... disrespected, I feltI turned, my eyes scanning the room for something else to destroy, I just needed to vent my anger on something, or even someone. My hands landed on a wooden chair, and before I could think, I grabbed it and hurled it against the wall. The sharp crack of splintering wood echoed through the room, but even that didn’t calm the storm in my head.Through it all, Ares sat by the fireplace, his face unreadable as he watched me vent my frustration. He didn’t flinch. Stupi

    Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 17

    First Person's PerspectiveElenaI curled up under the thin blanket, trying to get comfortable, but it didn’t help. My back ached so badly that every little movement sent sharp pain through me. My body felt sore all over, a painful reminder of what had happened yesterday. Of Salvatore’s anger. Of the belt hitting my skin again and again.The door was locked now. I had lost the small bit of freedom he had given me. Just like I had lost everything else in my life.I clenched my fingers into the mattress, squeezing my eyes shut as I thought about my father.How could he do this to me?I always knew I wasn’t his favorite. He always treated Percy better. Percy got the best clothes, the softest words, the proudest smiles. And me? I was just there. But no matter how unfair it was, I never thought my own father would sell me like I was nothing. Sell me like an object. Like an animal.And Ron.My chest ached at the thought of him.He was supposed to be my mate. He was supposed to be mine. But

    Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 18

    First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe door creaked as it opened, the heavy wood scraping against the stone floor. I didn’t need to look to know who had entered. The air changed, growing heavier, thicker. That familiar scent—leather and crisp winter pine—wrapped around me before I even heard his steady footsteps.Salvatore stood in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space. The dim light from the window cast long shadows over his face, making his sharp features look even more severe. He didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes."Still sulking?" His voice was low, rough, edged with something I couldn’t quite place.I kept my gaze fixed on the cracked stone wall behind him, refusing to look at him. "I’m not sulking."The bed dipped as he sat beside me. My body tensed. His warmth pressed too close. Too overwhelming. A firm hand gripped my chin, forcing me to turn my face toward him."Look at me when I speak to you."Reluctantly, my eyes

    Huling Na-update : 2025-04-05

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 19

    First Person Perspective Elena The heavy door clicked shut behind Salvatore with finality, sealing me once more in suffocating silence. His words coiled through my mind like poisonous vines, their roots digging deep into my consciousness where I couldn't pry them loose. *There is nothing for you beyond these walls.* *I am the only protection you have.* I pulled my knees tighter against my chest, the rough fabric of my thin nightdress scratching against skin still tender from healed lashes. The dying fire cast flickering shadows across the stone walls, making the room feel alive with unseen threats. Maybe he was right. My father had sold me for a handful of silver. My mate had chosen my sister without a second thought. Even if I managed to escape this gilded prison, what awaited me? Empty forests? Hostile towns where no one would shelter a runaway slave? But then I considered the cost of staying. My freedom - gone. My will - broken. My very soul - bartered away to a man who

    Huling Na-update : 2025-04-05

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 20

    First Person Perspective Elena 's POV For days, I watched everything with careful eyes, studying every movement, every habit, every tiny crack in the pack’s security. I listened to conversations, to footsteps, to the way the wind carried voices from one end of the estate to the other. I learned the patterns, the weaknesses—. the small, careless mistakes that could be my way out. The guards were predictable. They changed shifts at the same exact times every single day, never early, never late. The night guards were the laziest, their discipline slipping as soon as the moon rose high. By midnight, most of them were slumped against walls or snoring quietly, their weapons forgotten beside them. The east gate had been broken for weeks, a jagged hole in the metal barely hidden by overgrown vines. They kept saying they would fix it, but no one ever did. The kitchen staff, tired and overworked, always left the back door unlocked when they dragged the heavy trash bags outside, too exhauste

    Huling Na-update : 2025-04-06

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  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 26

    Chapter Twenty SixFirst Person's PerspectiveElenaThe second we walked into the huge wedding hall, every single person stopped talking. It was like someone had pressed a mute button. Two hundred people turned to stare at me like I was a ghost who had come back from the dead. I could feel their shock hitting me like a punch to the stomach. There I was—the daughter they had thrown away, the sister they had forgotten—standing next to the most powerful and terrifying Alpha in the whole territory.Percy looked like a princess in her big white wedding dress with too much lace, laughing at something stupid Ron had said. But the moment she saw me, her smile vanished as if someone had wiped it off her face. Her eyes widened in pure horror, and for a moment, she looked like she had seen a demon instead of her own flesh and blood."What is SHE doing here?" Percy screamed, her voice slicing through the stunned silence like a dagger. Her perfectly manicured finger trembled as she pointed at me,

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 25

    First Person's PerspectiveSalvatoreFour long hours had passed since I gave Elena that cursed wedding invitation. Four hours since I watched her small hands shake while holding the expensive paper. Four hours since I saw her fighting back tears like a soldier refusing to surrender. And yet, even after all this time, I could still feel the weight of that moment pressing down on my chest.The castle halls were completely silent as I walked to her room. I had sent all the guards away earlier. What I needed to say to Elena tonight was private. No one else needed to hear it.I didn't bother knocking.Her room was dark except for one small candle burning on the table next to her bed. The weak flame made shadows dance on the walls, flickering as though they, too, trembled under the weight of what was to come. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, a suffocating stillness that made my pulse slow and heavy.Elena sat curled up in the window seat, her back turned to me, her delicate shape

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 24

    First Person's PerspectiveElena I was sitting on my small bed, carefully sewing a hole in my favorite blue dress when the door suddenly opened. The sharp needle slipped and poked my finger. A tiny drop of red blood appeared on the fabric as I looked up, surprised. One of the maids stood in the doorway, her face blank. "The Alpha wants to see you right now," she said in a flat voice. My stomach twisted into knots. Why did Salvatore want me? Since that terrible dinner with his mother and his future wife Hermione, he had left me alone. Did I do something wrong? Was he angry with me? I wiped my bleeding finger on my old skirt and stood up. The walk to his office felt like it took forever. Each step made my legs feel heavier. When I finally reached the big wooden door with fancy carvings, I didn't wait for permission to enter - I knew better than to make him wait. The study smelled like leather chairs and smoke from the fireplace. Salvatore sat behind his huge desk covered with

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 23

    First Person's PerspectivePercy's POVMy whole body wouldn't stop shaking. Hot tears ran down my face, ruining the expensive makeup that had taken three hours to apply. My beautiful white wedding dress - the one I designed myself with special lace from France - now felt like a stupid costume. Like I was pretending to be happy when my heart was breaking. The door opened quietly behind me. "Percy?" Massy's voice sounded worried. "The wedding starts in twenty minutes. Why aren't you..." Her words stopped when she saw my face. I turned away quickly, wiping my wet cheeks with angry hands. The black makeup smeared on my fingers made me feel sick. "Percy, what happened?" Massy rushed to me, her pretty pink bridesmaid dress making soft noises as she moved. "Are you feeling sick? Should I get you water?" I tried to speak but my throat hurt too much. How could I tell her? How could I say that Ron - the man I stole from my sister Elena, the man I bragged about to everyone - had been

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 22

    Chapter Twenty TwoFirst Person's PerspectivePercyThe wedding preparations were making me crazy. Everything was going wrong and I couldn't stand it. I wanted everything to be perfect for my big day, but no one seemed to understand how important this was. I looked at the flowers on the table and felt my face get hot with anger. "These flowers are completely wrong!" I shouted, hitting the table so hard it shook. The glass vase almost fell over. "I asked for white roses! These look like dirty weeds!" The poor flower lady, a small woman with scared eyes, stepped back. "But Miss Percy, these are white roses..." "Don't lie to me!" I grabbed the ugly flowers and threw them against the wall with all my strength. Petals flew everywhere like snow. "Leave right now! Don't come back until you bring real white roses!" She ran away so fast she almost fell over her own feet. I turned to the baker next. He was sweating like he had run a mile. "What about my cake?" I demanded. He wiped h

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 21

    Chapter Twenty OneFirst Person Perspective Elena The dream still clung to me like a second skin when the door creaked open. My body stiffened before I even saw him, my pulse jumping beneath my throat as if it knew who stood there before my eyes could confirm it. Salvatore filled the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the frame. Moonlight from the hall spilled around his silhouette, casting long shadows across the floor that stretched toward me like grasping fingers. His dark eyes swept over me, taking in my tangled hair, the sheen of sweat on my skin, the way my fingers twisted helplessly in the sheets. "Another bad dream? or still shaken by the one from last night?" he asked again, voice low. I swallowed, my throat dry. "Y-yes." The word came out too small, too weak. He stepped inside, the floorboards groaning under his weight. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing us in together. My back pressed harder against the headboard as he approached, the mattress dip

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 20

    First Person Perspective Elena 's POV For days, I watched everything with careful eyes, studying every movement, every habit, every tiny crack in the pack’s security. I listened to conversations, to footsteps, to the way the wind carried voices from one end of the estate to the other. I learned the patterns, the weaknesses—. the small, careless mistakes that could be my way out. The guards were predictable. They changed shifts at the same exact times every single day, never early, never late. The night guards were the laziest, their discipline slipping as soon as the moon rose high. By midnight, most of them were slumped against walls or snoring quietly, their weapons forgotten beside them. The east gate had been broken for weeks, a jagged hole in the metal barely hidden by overgrown vines. They kept saying they would fix it, but no one ever did. The kitchen staff, tired and overworked, always left the back door unlocked when they dragged the heavy trash bags outside, too exhauste

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 19

    First Person Perspective Elena The heavy door clicked shut behind Salvatore with finality, sealing me once more in suffocating silence. His words coiled through my mind like poisonous vines, their roots digging deep into my consciousness where I couldn't pry them loose. *There is nothing for you beyond these walls.* *I am the only protection you have.* I pulled my knees tighter against my chest, the rough fabric of my thin nightdress scratching against skin still tender from healed lashes. The dying fire cast flickering shadows across the stone walls, making the room feel alive with unseen threats. Maybe he was right. My father had sold me for a handful of silver. My mate had chosen my sister without a second thought. Even if I managed to escape this gilded prison, what awaited me? Empty forests? Hostile towns where no one would shelter a runaway slave? But then I considered the cost of staying. My freedom - gone. My will - broken. My very soul - bartered away to a man who

  • Bound to Alpha Salvatore    CHAPTER 18

    First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe door creaked as it opened, the heavy wood scraping against the stone floor. I didn’t need to look to know who had entered. The air changed, growing heavier, thicker. That familiar scent—leather and crisp winter pine—wrapped around me before I even heard his steady footsteps.Salvatore stood in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space. The dim light from the window cast long shadows over his face, making his sharp features look even more severe. He didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes."Still sulking?" His voice was low, rough, edged with something I couldn’t quite place.I kept my gaze fixed on the cracked stone wall behind him, refusing to look at him. "I’m not sulking."The bed dipped as he sat beside me. My body tensed. His warmth pressed too close. Too overwhelming. A firm hand gripped my chin, forcing me to turn my face toward him."Look at me when I speak to you."Reluctantly, my eyes

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