บททั้งหมดของ NEVERBOND: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

AN UNSETTLING FEELINGBetty's POV: It was getting close to winter from the way the air left a tingle over my skin as I took a quick breath of the cold air. I was seated outside the small hut-like house, wrapped in a small piece of clothing in an attempt to fight against the growing cold in the air. “Are you even listening to me?”, Emelia asked, particularly annoyed that I was gone day-dreaming again, gazing at me like I had something on my face. I offered a sheepy smile. “Yeah,I am.. I was just thinking..,” I told her. “Thinking about what?”,she asked curiously. I heaved a slight sigh, before speaking. “ I'm just worried..winter seems fast approaching and the crops aren't ready for harvest and Maria said..what if we aren't able to harvest the crops before winter.. what if we can't..” she placed one of her fingers on my lips in a shushing manner. I knew I was worrying too much..I was naturally a worry-watt but I had to.. what if we weren't able to give our harvest to the

We were dragged towards the entrance of the omega village, ‘The village square’ where they other omegas had been huddled up.. afraid and cutious…not knowing the reasons they were all gathered together. I spotted Maria among the crowd and Josh too. Emilia had run over to him and gave him a hit on the back after hugging him and checking his wounds with tears in her eyes,it would have been a touching reunion if it wasn't for the atmosphere and the tingling of fear in the air. I heard something and turned towards the direction the sound was coming from.. unconsciously tighting my hold on Jasper. The sound was light but heavy..cold footsteps that seemed to have the ability to trample on people's hearts.. leaving only a chilling feeling behind. I raised my head slightly to look at the form to which the footsteps belonged..and all I could see so clearly were glowing golden beast like eyes.. filled with a chilling frost that seemed like it could never melt..he stared back at me . Under the

Chapter 15: UnbrokenThe room was quiet, unnervingly so. Not the kind of silence that brought peace—but the kind that came before a storm.Betty sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, arms crossed over her chest, watching Lisa pace the floor with too much comfort for someone unwelcome. The she-wolf had been trying to wear her down with soft smiles and thinly veiled advice ever since Alex had handed Betty over to her "care."“He’s your Alpha, Betty,” Lisa said, not for the first time. “You keep resisting like this, you’ll only make it harder on yourself.”Betty stared at her, unmoved.“He hasn’t hurt you,” Lisa continued. “He hasn’t even touched you. You should at least consider what that means. It’s more than most Omegas ever get.”Betty’s jaw clenched. Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her, the fabric twisting beneath the strength of memory.“I shouldn’t have to be grateful,” she said quietly. “Not for scraps of decency. Not for silence instead of screams.”Lisa frowned. “I’m not y

ALEX'S POV He hadn't gone near the room since. He couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face—not in pain, not screaming, but still. Silent. Like he'd stripped life from her. And somehow, that was worse than if she’d fought him. Worse than if she’d begged him to stop. She hadn’t. She’d just… endured. Like she'd done it before. Like she knew this was how the world worked. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing his office. The wolf inside him, Kelvin, hadn’t spoken since that night. Not a growl. Not a whisper. Just silence, thick and damning. He couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. Could barely breathe. Every instinct told him to check on her, to see if she was alright. But he couldn’t face her. He didn’t deserve to. Not after what he’d done. “Fuck,” he muttered, punching the wall. His knuckles split. He didn’t feel it. There was a knock. He didn’t respond. The door creaked open anyway. Luis. “You look like hell,” he said flatly. Alex laughed bitterly. “Is tha

LISA’S POV The silence in the hallway wrapped around her like a noose. She stood outside the infirmary door, unmoving, unable to shake the image of Betty’s face—the bruises, the hollowness in her eyes, the absence of fire that once lit them up. Something inside Lisa cracked. She was Luis’s mate, bound by instinct, love, and the pull of the bond… but right now, she hated herself. For looking away. For excusing too much. For trying to convince a girl like Betty to “submit.” For pretending like submission was survival. But it wasn’t. Not anymore. Not with what she saw. She leaned against the cold stone wall, her arms folded tight across her chest. When Luis finally found her, she didn’t move. Just whispered, “She didn’t cry.” He paused beside her. “I know.” “She didn’t scream, Luis. She just—took it. Like it was expected. Like that was her role.” Luis was quiet for a long time. Then he said, softly, “Because in this pack… it is expected. That’s what needs to change.”