All Chapters of Bound to The Devilish Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LYNEXIA As Julianne opens the door, her eyes meet mine, and I see the guilt from the other day etched clearly on her face. Her eyes are swollen as if she's been crying. I manage a small smile. "Hey." "Hey." Her voice sounds hoarse probably from all the crying. Her lips tremble as she curves them into a smile. "Can I come in?" I gesture inside. This is awkward. I never need permission to enter Julianne's house because I grew up here but after what happened between us that day, things are meant to be uncomfortable. As I walk into the house, Julianne follows me closely from behind. I take a deep breath and turn to face her. We lock eyes for a moment before she speaks. "I was actually making a meal for you." She says with a light voice, trying to diffuse the tension between us. "I was going to bring it to you as an apology gift. Didn't expect to see you here." She attempts a weak laughter at the end. "I assume it's a feast." My voice edges along the line of sarcasm. "

LYNEXIA Just like Dimitri said yesterday, we left for the Moonstone pack early this morning. The whole drive is tense and neither of us exchanged more than two words throughout. Dimitri seems to be lost in thought as he drives us to Moonstone pack and I don't try to interrupt his thought process. There are some things that he would like to get through with alone and this is one of them. Besides, trying to make him feel better will seem like an almost fruitless effort with everything that is going on. Saying that everything will be fine is a big lie because, at this juncture, I don't think I'm sure of how this dire situation will turn out. Not to talk of him being an Alpha and having to watch things go down the hill. It fills even me with guilt and I'm not the Alpha so I wonder how Dimitri will feel about this. But I show him that he isn't alone in this by intertwining my fingers with his. The way he squeezes onto it as his life depends on it is a good indicator that I did

DIMITRI When Lynexia walks out of the room. Her face is ghostly pale and her knuckles are bruised. Overall, she looks shaken like she's seen a ghost. I rush to her in panic, taking her hands in mine to inspect the wound. "Are you okay?" It seems to be healing slowly but still, something must have happened in the room with Elena. Her face is distant and she doesn't answer me. "Lynexia," I call her softly then more urgently before she jolts out of her trance. Her eyes dart around in confusion before she meets mine. "What is wrong?" I ask. "Huh?" She says, dazed before she shakes her head slightly. "Nothing." She murmurs in a distant voice. "Did Elena hurt you?" I say as my anger simmers to the surface. I swear on goddess if Elena is the reason Lynexia's knuckles are bruised, I will drag her head through the mud without giving a flying fuck that she is a woman. "No." Her lips pull into a forced smile. It looks natural but I know Lynexia too well. I can see thro

LYNEXIA In a span of two days, things do take a turn for the worse. Bodies ply upon bodies. The shadow pack territory becomes a ghost town compared to how vibrant it once was. The number of people tolled into the trainee complex which is now the quarantine camp increases exponentially. The air is thick with despair and the stench of death. The children have been taken away from the town to a safer place leaving behind the healthy werewolves locked up in their houses and the rest of us brave enough to watch over the infected. The drugs that were given to us by Alpha Henry are running out and our healers are hitting the wall about any cure or drug to reduce the symptoms. Reaching out to other packs is useless because word has spread and most of them wouldn't open their gate to us for fear of being infected. I don't blame, I would have done the same if I were in their shoes. As the dreadful moment passes at a slow, tormenting pace, my mind lingers more and more on Elena. The

DIMITRI"What is this about?" I ask, my voice tight with curiosity as Zarek leads me away from the quarantine camp towards a lone building at the edge "I'm afraid you will have to hear it from the person herself." Zarek glances back at me before he focuses front again. "Hear about what? Who?" I press as we slip into the lone building. A woman whose face is obscured by a veil turns towards me. Before I can ask further questions, she pulls the veil down to reveal her face. "Julianne," I say. "What are you doing here?" Her chest rises and falls with deep breaths. "I may have a cure for the black plague." "You have a cure?" I repeat, my mind reeling. This can't be true. Julianne nods. "Yes." This time, she sounds assertive. "How?" I ask, not knowing how to react to this. "I have been thinking hard about why Gavin, I, and Lynexia didn't get infected even though we came in contact with black ink. I have been racking my brain this past—." "Get straight to the point." I cut her of