All Chapters of Bewitching the Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

HIS VOICE, a silken caress, insinuated a shared history that sent a prickle of unease down Selene's spine. Every instinct screamed that she had never met this man, yet his words resonated with an unnerving familiarity, a whisper of a past she couldn’t recall.Waldemar's immediate reaction was a guttural growl, a low rumble that vibrated through the Moonbind, flooding Selene with a surge of the Alpha’s raw territorial fury. He moved, a blur of motion, to place himself squarely between Selene and the vampire, his body a formidable wall, his golden eyes blazing with untamed rage, now tinged with a dangerous spark of jealousy."You dare to address her, vampire?" Waldemar snarled, his voice a low, dangerous warning. "She is my mate. Your insolence will not be tolerated.”Cassian merely chuckled, a refined, almost mocking sound that seemed to dance on the edges of Waldemar's fury. He made no move to retract his hand, letting it hang casually in the air. "Temper, temper, Alpha. We are old acq

THE AFTERMATH of Cassian’s visit and Waldemar’s raw display of jealousy left Selene feeling more trapped than ever. The Moonbind, vibrating with Waldemar’s possessive fury, had cemented his claim in a way that stripped away her last vestiges of internal resistance. The memory of his aggressive kiss, of her body’s traitorous response, burned with a humiliating intensity. She was his, he had declared, in every way, and her own magic seemed to echo his terrifying vow. Cassian’s offer felt like a cruel taunt, a glimpse of light quickly extinguished by the overwhelming darkness of Waldemar’s dominance.For days, Waldemar kept her close. He rarely left her side, even when attending to pack matters, bringing his Alpha duties into her chambers. He was a constant, watchful presence, his golden eyes frequently sweeping over her, as if to reaffirm his ownership. The Moonbind was a smothering blanket, his emotions – a relentless possessiveness, a simmering anger at Cassian’s intrusion, and a deep,

THE UNEXPECTED protection Waldemar offered during the rogue skirmish—that raw, unthinking instinct to shield her—had sown a new seed in Selene’s heart: a fragile, tentative trust. It was a dangerous feeling, utterly at odds with her desire for freedom, and it complicated the already volatile mix of fear, resentment, and reluctant fascination she felt for the Alpha. The Moonbind, which had pulsed with his protective surge, now settled into a deeper, more intertwined hum, a resonance that whispered of a connection beyond mere claim.However, the uneasy truce between Selene and Waldemar was about to be shattered—not by an external threat, but from within the very heart of the Nightshade Pack.Days later, the tension within the estate was palpable. Whispers, like dry leaves skittering across stone, followed Selene wherever she went. She could feel the resentment, the fear, and the burgeoning doubt radiating from various pack members through the bond—a collective unease that clawed at her.

THE CHILLING of Adler’s rebellion and Waldemar’s brutal reassertion of dominance left the Nightshade estate in a state of subdued tension. The pack, having witnessed the crushing display of Alpha power, moved with a newfound, rigid obedience. Selene, too, felt the profound shift. Waldemar’s fury, though directed at Adler, had cemented her place by his side, making her undeniable to the pack, but also irrevocably bound to him. The terrifying realization that a part of her no longer wanted to run gnawed at her, a treacherous feeling amidst the lingering resentment of her captivity. The Moonbind, now throbbing with a deeper, more complex resonance, was a constant reminder of their entwined destinies.Waldemar himself was a coiled spring in the days that followed. The public challenge to his authority, though swiftly crushed, had left an indelible mark. His vigilance intensified, his golden eyes constantly scanning, assessing. Yet, amidst his renewed focus on pack security and preparing fo

SELENA FELT a sickening jolt, as if the ground had dropped beneath her. The images from the altar, the pleasure witch’s insidious power, flashed behind her eyes, no longer a haunting vision but a terrifying reality interwoven with her very being.Waldemar’s arms, which moments ago had offered comfort, now felt like a cage around a ticking bomb. He pulled back from Selene, his eyes, those molten pools of gold that usually held such fierce possessiveness, now wide with a dawning horror that mirrored her own. The Moonbind, which had pulsed with a complex symphony of emotions, now screamed with a raw, agonizing discord. It was the sound of a primal instinct clashing violently with a devastating truth."Consume me?" Waldemar whispered, the words barely audible, torn from his throat. His gaze drifted to his marked shoulder, to the faint, yet ever-present sigil of their bond. The mark, once a testament to his dominance and her captivity, now felt like a brand of slow, inevitable death.He cle