All Chapters of SINFUL BOND: MATED TO THE CRUEL ALPHA : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32: The Gathering StormThe wind whispered through the trees as dawn’s first light began to creep across the pack grounds, casting long shadows on the earth below. Hana stood at the edge of the forest, her eyes scanning the horizon. The morning was quiet, too quiet, as if the world itself held its breath in anticipation of something dark and terrible. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the chill in the air seep into her bones. It wasn’t the cold that made her shiver, though; it was the uncertainty gnawing at her heart. The conversation with Mia’s ghost haunted her, the words echoing in her mind, refusing to let go. The heavy pendant around her neck was a constant reminder of the choices she faced, the weight of a past she couldn’t fully recall pulling her in one direction while the unknown future tugged her in another. Behind her, the forest was alive with the sounds of waking life. Birds sang softly from their perches, unaware of the turmoil brewing within Hana. S

Chapter 34: War Drums The first of the enemy soldiers appeared through the trees, their eyes scanning the forest for any signs of danger. Hana held her breath, waiting until they were fully within the trap. Then, with a sharp whistle, she gave the signal, and the forest erupted into chaos.The ambush was swift and brutal, the element of surprise giving Hana’s team the upper hand. She moved like a shadow through the fray, her sword flashing in the dim light as she cut down her enemies with ruthless efficiency. Around her, the sounds of battle filled the air—shouts of pain, the clash of steel, the heavy thud of bodies and wolfs hitting the ground. But even as she fought, her mind remained clear, focused on the bigger picture. This was only the beginning. The real battle awaited them back at the pack’s stronghold, where Jarrel and the others were preparing for the main attack. They had to hold the line, no matter the cost.As the last of the enemy vanguard fell, Hana surveyed the after

Chapter 36: The Aftermath The minutes stretched into what felt hours, the battle a relentless storm of violence and fury. But slowly, imperceptibly at first, the tide began to turn. The enemy wolves, once so fierce and determined, began to falter. Their attacks grew more desperate, their movements less coordinated as they struggled to keep up with the relentless assault from the Sealhow pack. And then, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the battlefield in deep shadows, the enemy broke. One by one, they began to retreat, their courage faltering as they realized they could not win. Hana watched as they fled back into the forest, their howls of defeat echoing in the distance. The pack didn’t pursue. They had done what they needed to do—held the line, defended their territory, and sent a clear message that they were not to be trifled with. As the last of the enemy disappeared into the trees, a collective sigh of relief seemed to sweep through the pack. Hana stood amidst the

Chapter 38: Preparing for the WorstAfter what felt like an eternity, Jarrel spoke again, his voice quieter but no less powerful. “We all want to protect the pack. But we have to be smart about it. This isn’t just about pride—it’s about survival.”The debate raged on, voices rising and falling like the tide. Arguments were made, counterpoints thrown back. Some argued for the alliance, citing the pack’s weakened state and the northern pack’s overwhelming power. Others, like Hana, pushed for resistance, unwilling to surrender everything they held dear.As the discussion continued, Jarrel found his gaze drifting to Hana more and more. She was a fierce opponent, her passion undeniable. But there was something else in her words, something that resonated with the part of him that still longed to fight, that refused to give up. Despite their differences, despite the pain of their shared past, he couldn’t help but admire her strength. Finally, as the hours dragged on and tempers began to fra

Chapter 40: The Calm Before the Storm The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest as the pack embraced a fleeting moment of peace. The warriors, usually so focused and fierce, were softer now, their faces reflecting the weight of what was to come. They spent time with their families, sharing quiet conversations, lingering touches, and the kind of smiles that held both hope and sorrow. It was a rare tranquility, like the stillness that precedes a storm. Hana walked through the camp, observing the bittersweet scenes. Her heart ached for them, for what they had to lose, and for what she had become a part of. She spotted a young pup, barely old enough to shift, clinging to his mother’s leg, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. The mother met Hana’s gaze, and there was a silent understanding between them—a plea for protection, for survival.As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of orange and purple, Hana found herself drawn to the e