All Chapters of SINFUL BOND: MATED TO THE CRUEL ALPHA : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91: Shattered IllusionsJarrel’s heart dropped, the impact of her words hitting him like a tidal wave. He could feel the air leave his lungs, leaving him gasping for something, for anything, to hold onto.“I know,” he whispered, his voice broken. “I know I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve your forgiveness or your love. But I still—”“Jarrel, please.” Her voice trembled with emotion as she cut him off, shaking her head. “You don’t get it. I can’t be with you because I can’t live with what you’ve done. I can’t pretend that everything is fine when it’s not. I can’t stand here and act like I don’t hate what you represent. What you are. Who you are.”Her words sliced through him like a dagger, each one cutting deeper than the last. He wanted to shout, to beg her to understand, but there was no point. He had no right to ask for her forgiveness, no right to demand anything from her.The room was suffocating, the silence between them louder than any words they could exchange. Jarrel

Chapter 93: The Rising Tide The evening breeze blew through the windows in the hallway as Jarrel made his way to the front of the council chamber for yet another meeting. Despite Jarrel’s recent situation with Hana he still had to attend to the needs of his pack. As Alpha he had no right to break down and wallow in self guilt.The council chamber was unusually quiet, with the air thick with tension. Jarrel stood at the head of the room, staring down at the long table where his advisors and elders sat, their eyes filled with anxiety and impatience. The famine had been plaguing the pack for weeks now, and their once-prosperous businesses were crumbling. Even Jarrel, who always maintained his composure, felt the weight of desperation pressing on his shoulders.The elders shifted in their seats, uncomfortable but unwilling to be the first to speak. The silence dragged on until Magnus, who stood just behind Jarrel’s chair, cleared his throat. “We can’t keep going like this,” he said, his

Chapter 95: The Desperate GambitLater that night, Jarrel sat at his desk in his office, staring down at the pile of financial reports in front of him, his mind racing with ideas. The pack was teetering on the brink of financial ruin. The famine had stretched their resources thin, and with every failed venture, it became more apparent that the survival of his people depended on decisive action. But the kind of action that didn’t involve raiding other packs—a solution that the elders seemed to crave, despite the cost to their moral compass.He tapped his fingers on the edge of the desk, the weight of the responsibility pressing heavily on him. The numbers weren’t lying: they were bleeding money, and their pack businesses, which once thrived under his father’s brutal leadership, were now crumbling.There had to be another way. Something the elders weren’t seeing, something more sustainable than war.Magnus had been right—Jarrel had to find his own way out of this mess. He’d made up his

Chapter 97: The Brewing StormLater that night, Jarrel gathered his most trusted allies in his office—Magnus, Elena, and Corvin. The four of them were seated around a small round table, their expressions serious. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting long shadows on the walls. “I’ve made a decision,” Jarrel said, his voice firm. “We’re going to put the pack’s survival first, and that means doing something drastic. But we’re not raising other packs. We’re going to expand our reach—through alliances.”Magnus raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “Alliances? With who?”“The neighboring packs,” Jarrel replied. “The smaller ones. They’re struggling just as much as we are with the famine, and they’re vulnerable. We offer them protection and stability in exchange for resources and mutual trade agreements.”Elena, the pack’s strategist, frowned. “It’s risky. Those packs have been keeping their distance from us for years, and after your father’s reign, they’re not exactly eager to trust anyo

Chapter 99: The Rebellion WithinThe evening sky was painted in shades of purple and gold, but Hana couldn’t appreciate its beauty. She sat on the edge of the small bed in her chamber, staring blankly at the wall. The heavy silence pressed down on her, punctuated only by the occasional creak of the wooden floor beneath her feet. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, her emotions a storm that she couldn’t control. Since walking out on Jarrel, she hadn’t been able to think clearly. The weight of everything—her pack’s destruction, her family’s deaths, her fated bond with the man who had caused it all—was suffocating. And now, she had to face the fact that her heart was betraying her. Every time she tried to think of Jarrel as the monster he was, her mind drifted to the moments where he seemed more than that, moments where he seemed almost… vulnerable. Hana clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought against the rising tide of conflicting emotions. How could she feel