All Chapters of SINFUL BOND: MATED TO THE CRUEL ALPHA : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 131: Under PressureHana sat on the bench, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she fought the urge to scream over and over again. The cruel words of the lady still echoed in her mind over and over again, the weight of them made it difficult to breathe, let alone think straight.She didn’t want to cry, not here, not now, the pressure was building. Her vision blurred with unshed tears as she tried desperately to regain control.Suddenly, a chorus of high-pitched voices and laughter floated through the air, and Hana stiffened. She quickly swiped at her eyes, forcing herself to sit up straight as a group of women approached her from behind. Their perfumes hit her senses first-expensive, floral, and overwhelmingly strong.She could tell by their attire alone that these women were from prominent packs, their flowing dresses adorned with delicate embroidery and sparkling jewels. Each one of them exuded wealt

Chapter 133: Control and ChaosThe car screeched to a stop in front of the SeaHowl pack mansion, gravel crunching under the tires. Jarrel was out of the car before it fully halted, his arms securely around Hana, who was still writhing against him, her breaths coming in heavy, shallow gasps. He held her tightly, his heart pounding, knowing that time was ticking. She needed to come down from the drug’s effects, but she was becoming more desperate by the second, her body betraying her with every heated touch and whisper. Magnus quickly jumped out of the driver’s seat, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of Jarrel, his usually calm and composed Alpha, rushing past him, carrying Hana like she was made of glass. “Alpha…?” Magnus called after him, confusion laced in his tone. Jarrel didn’t respond. His focus was singular—getting Hana to his chambers before her condition worsened. As he strode through the front entrance, the pack’s servants who had been waiting for them gasped softly, th

Chapter 135: The Morning AfterMorning crept slowly into the room, light streaming through the slightly open curtains and casting soft, warm shadows across the bed. Hana stirred, shifting beneath the covers as her mind drifted through hazy memories of the previous night. She could still feel the faint remnants of the sedative that had overtaken her senses, fogging her mind and leaving her body weak and sluggish. Blinking to adjust her eyes to the light, she looked around the room, her gaze finally settling on Jarrel. Jarrel sat just a few feet away in an old wooden rocking chair by the window, engrossed in a stack of reports. His expression was serious, brow furrowed as his eyes scanned each page, taking in the details with a focus that was both intimidating and comforting. He couldn’t sleep back in bed after taking that cold shower the previous night, he feared that he might lose all ounce of self control. Hana took a moment to observe him—the way his jaw clenched in concentration,

Chapter 137: Unmasking Intentions The Blood Thorn Pack’s grand hall loomed ahead, its towering stone pillars and intricate carvings speaking to the pack’s ancient lineage and formidable power. Outside the towering doors, Hana and Jarrel shared a brief look—silent but certain, a look exchanged by partners who understood the stakes, even if the words remained unspoken. Magnus was at Jarrel’s side, his presence as steadfast as ever, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp, ready to gauge every detail.They strode in, their footsteps echoing against the marble floors, each step solid and measured. Hana, wrapped in a dark cloak that matched Jarrel’s won imposing attire, walked tall and proud, her head held high as she took in her surroundings with the ease of one who knew her own strength. Their arrival commanded attention, whispers stirring among the few onlookers in the hallways.Inside the grand hall, Alpha Darius paced with tension etched across his face, his brow creased as he m

Chapter 139: Whispers by the LakeThe afternoon sun cast a soft glow over the garden, its light filtering through the leaves and casting patterns on the path Hana took, her gaze sweeping over every corner, searching. She paused at the exact spot where she had seen Mariel the night before. Her eyes roamed over the bushes, the small patches of wildflowers, but there was no sign of the little girl. A faint sense of disappointment tugged at her, but she shook it off and continued deeper into the garden.It was then that Hana noticed another figure, a small and alone, standing by the lake’s edge. The little girl’s dress fluttered in the breeze, her back turned as she gazed across the still water. Hana felt her heart lift at the sight, and she made her way over, her steps soft against the grass. As she approached, the girl seemed to sense her presence and turned, her wide eyes lighting up with surprise and admiration. Hana felt a similar shock—a delicate, mutual admiration blooming between