All Chapters of SINFUL BOND: MATED TO THE CRUEL ALPHA : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51: Lines in the SandHana turned to Jarrel, her eyes still glowing fiercely. “As your Luna and your fated mate, I request that you release my people from their bondage and prison. They’ve suffered enough.”Jarrel hesitated, his eyes searching hers, looking for any sign of hesitation. But there was none. She stood before him, resolute, fierce, a true Alpha in her own right. He couldn’t deny the strength she exuded, nor could he ignore the bond that tied them together, a bond that went beyond pack, beyond duty. “As you wish,” he finally said, his voice low, a mix of respect and something more. “Your people will be released.”She turned to her former pack members, who watched her in stunned silence. “You can leave if you want to,” she said, her tone less harsh now, but still firm. “But I won’t be held responsible if something else happens to you.”With that, she turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing in the quiet dungeon. Jarrel watched her go, a strange mix of emotions

Chapter 53: The Party The grand hall of the Sealhow pack’s mansion was alright with the glow of countless chandeliers, their crystal facets casting a soft, golden light over the gathered guests. The air was thick with the mingling scents of fine wines, savory dishes, and the subtle perfumes worn by the elite of the werewolf society. Laughter and conversation flowed freely, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses as the pack’s most influential members gathered to celebrate another victory, another season, or perhaps simply their own status. Hana stood near the edge of the room, her back straight, shoulders tense. The dress Jarrel had chosen for her—deep emerald green that accentuated her dark hair and striking eyes—was elegant, almost regal. Yet, despite its beauty, she couldn’t shake the discomfort that came with wearing it. She felt out of place among the lavishly dressed women, all of whom seemed to have been born into this world of wealth and power, a world she had only r

Chapter 55: Confrontation with the BetaThe ride back to the castle was a silent one. Hana sat across from Jarrel, her mind heavy with the events of the night. She hadn’t expected the party to go smoothly, but the way those girls had openly disrespected her, especially with Jarrel present in that hall but oblivious to it, had unsettled her. What unsettled her more was the undercurrent of something dark—something more than just causal disdain. Beside her, Jarrel was stone-faced, his usual aura of authority radiating off him. His eyes were dark, sharp as he stared out of the window, but every now and then, Hana felt his gaze flicker toward her. The silence between them was thick, but not uncomfortable. It was just Jarrel’s way—calm before the storm.As the car pulled up to the castle gates, a figure stood waiting in the shadows. Jarrel tensed immediately, eyes narrowing as the figure stepped forward. It was a messenger from the council, dressed in dark robes, his face pale and grim.“A

Chapter 57: Moments of SolaceThe night was calm, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions Hana had just endured. Jarrel’s steady presence beside her was both a comfort and a source of confusion. After everything she’d been through—after all the tension with Magnus, the cruelty of the elites, and the endless struggle of trying to find her place in the Sealhow Pack—there was something soothing about simply being alone with him.As they walked down the long hallway of the castle, the stone walls dimly lit by sconces, neither of them said a word. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but rather filled with unspoken understanding. Jarrel had taken her hand at some point, his strong grip a silent promise that he wouldn’t let her go. They reached the door to their private quarters, and Jarrel opened it with ease, stepping aside to allow Hana to enter first. Once inside, she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The room was spacious and warm, lit by a fire cra

Chapter 59: Unspoken TensionsHana stood alone in the castle gardens, her gaze wandering over the trees and flowers she had once admired. The air was still, the birds chirped softly, but inside her, everything felt unsettled. Jarrel had been summoned for a meeting with the Elders in the Council, leaving her with nothing but her own thoughts. Despite the beauty surrounding her, Hana’s mind churned, filled with questions and doubts she couldn’t seem to escape. She had tried to find peace in the stillness, but peace eluded her. It had been days since the tension at the party, and though Jarrel’s presence had soothed her at times, the unease from her people’s disdain remained. She didn’t feel like she belonged, no matter what Jarrel or anyone else said. They still saw her as an outsider—someone to be mistrusted and not to be respected. And she couldn’t entirely blame them. Hana took a deep breath, the crisp morning air filling her lungs as she stepped deeper into the gardens. The solitu