All Chapters of SINFUL BOND: MATED TO THE CRUEL ALPHA : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 102: A Shift in the StormThe room was heavy with silence, broken only by the soft, shallow breathing that echoed from the bed. Hana lay motionless, her pale skin almost translucent in the soft candlelight that flickered from the bedside table. The weight of her defiance had drained her, and now, her unconscious form appeared more fragile than ever. She had fought with all her might, but her body had surrendered to the cruel demands of starvation. Jarrel sat at her bedside, his usually commanding posture softened. His sharp eyes, known for their ruthless glint, were now clouded with a different emotion altogether. His jaw clenched as he watched her chest rise and fall slowly, each breath seemingly a struggle. He reached out, his hand hesitating before brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her face. The stoic, powerful Alpha, feared by all who crossed him, was reduced to quiet contemplation. He hadn’t left her side since the moment she collapsed in his arms. That image

Chapter 104: Hana’s Internal Struggle and First Step Towards Acceptance The remnants of the vision clung to Hana’s mind like a shadow. Even as she woke from the strange, ethereal dream, her body damp with cold sweat, she could still feel the weight of it pressing against her chest. The Moon Goddess had spoken to her—not in cryptic riddles or vague sensations, but in an undeniable, raw truth that made Hana’s heart tighten in her chest. For the first time, she saw Jarrel not as the monster who had shattered her life but as someone imprisoned by his own pain, bound to a destiny he couldn’t control. The Moon Goddess had shown her flashes of his childhood—scenes she couldn’t have imagined on her own. She saw Jarrel as a boy, suffering under the thumb of a tyrant, his father. A man who had stripped him of any softness, forcing him to lead with an iron fist, to abandon any hope of mercy or love.Hana pressed her palms to her temples, squeezing her eyes shut as if doing so could block out t

Chapter 106: A Wolf’s DilemmaHana’s senses were sharper than ever, though her body felt fragile. She lay in bed, her mind buzzing with the intensity of the vision and the raw weight of her realization—Jarrel needed her, and not just because they were bonded as mates. He was caught in a web of betrayal, scheming, and deep-rooted pain that stretched back long before their fates intertwined. The Moon Goddess had shown her all of this, and she could no longer deny her role.Still, accepting her purpose didn’t mean the decision was easy. Hana slowly sat up, her muscles aching with the effort. The room was dimly lit by a single candle, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. The world outside was quiet, but she knew that it was merely the calm before the storm. Her mind wandered back to the vision—Jarrel’s tortured childhood under his ruthless father, the expectations he had failed to meet, and the constant weight of responsibility. It made her heart twist painfully for him.

Chapter 108: Solidifying ControlMagnus paced back and forth in his office, his mind whirling with doubt and uncertainty. The meeting with the elders had shaken him. Hana’s display of power, the ruthless edge in her voice, and the sheer dominance she exuded had left him speechless. He knew she was strong—Jarrel wouldn’t have chosen her otherwise—but this was beyond what he had imagined. She wasn’t just stepping into her role as Luna; she was redefining it. The pack had seen her as Jarrel’s mate, a symbol of his strength. But now? Now she was the strength. The lines between Luna and Alpha blurred in ways that unsettled Magnus. He had always been Jarrel’s right hand, his confidant, and his equal in many decisions. Yet, with Hana stepping into this new role, Magnus felt a shift. His influence over the pack seemed to slip from his grasp as hers grew stronger. There was a knock at his door, and Magnus’ heart quickened. He knew who it was before the door even creaked open.Jarrel stood in

Chapter 110: The Unseen RivalThe air in the meeting room was heavy with the scent of strategy and impending decisions. Jarrel stood at the head of the table, his sleeves rolled up and two buttons at his shirt undone, exposing a glimpse of his broad, muscled chest. The room was alive with the discussion of trade routes and logistical plans for Hana’s idea with the southern territories. Elaina, a tall raven-haired woman with piercing green eyes, sat opposite Jarrel. Her attention, however, was hardly on the charts and figures spread across the table. Her gaze lingered on him—soft at first, but as the minutes ticked by, it turned bolder. Her eyes traced the line of his jaw, down the curve of his neck, and settled on the exposed skin beneath his undone shirt. The lust in her gaze was palpable, burning with sinful intent. She barely blinked, lost in the sight of Jarrel’s figure, while he continued to speak, oblivious to her growing hunger. Magnus, seated beside Elaina, noticed her stare