All Chapters of Alpha's Hidden Chains: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*** Third Person POV:Eamon’s hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back with a firm but deliberate grip, exposing the delicate line of her neck. He leans in, his breath hot against her skin, his tongue slides sensuously down the center of her throat, tracing the line between her breasts. The path it makes feels like a slow burn, setting her nerves alight in a way that makes her shudder. Without warning, he captures one of her nipples between his teeth, pulling on it with a roughness that sends a jolt of sharp pain through her.Liliana yelps, the sound escaping her lips before she can stifle it. It’s an honest cry of pain, but it’s mixed with something else—an undercurrent of pleasure that she can’t quite ignore. Eamon seizes the moment, his mouth crashing onto hers, capturing the cry in a kiss that’s all-consuming, swallowing her sounds before they can disappear into the air. The kiss is hot, demanding, a claiming of sorts.With a swift, almost feral movement, he spins her aroun

 *** Third Person POV“Shower?” Eamon's voice is thick with desire, but there’s a tenderness there now, a softness that keeps slipping in.Liliana barely registers the question, her body still humming from the intensity of what they just shared. She gestures vaguely in the air, her limbs heavy and uncooperative, as if still entangled in the remnants of ecstasy. Her legs have uncurled from around him, feet now resting on the floor, but her knees threaten to buckle beneath her.Eamon, ever observant, senses her fragility. He begins to place a trail of soft, lingering kisses up the center of her chest, his lips warm and reassuring against her still-flushed skin. He moves up to her neck, then captures her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. He bites down on her lower lip, just hard enough to send a

**Trigger Warning**(FLASHBACK)*** POV Unknown 1Their voices drift to me, muffled and distant, like echoes through a fog. The pain that once consumed me has dulled, leaving only a numbness that creeps across my body. The only sensation I can still feel is the hair crawling on my skin, a faintprickle of awareness as my subconscious mind registers that they’re talking about me. It's a primal instinct, the last vestige of survival kicking in, though I know it’s futile. This is the end. I should let go, welcome the darkness that’s waiting to swallow me whole, but something inside me clings to the sound of their voices, trying to stay tethered to the world, even if only for a moment longer.I strain to listen, to pull their words from the murky depths of my consciousness, though I’m not sure why. There's nothing they could say that would change the inevitable. Maybe it’s just the stubbornness of life itself, refusing to be snuffed out without a fight, or maybe it's the last flicker of ho

*** Eamon's POVThe room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window, casting a silver sheen over the bed. I lay behind Liliana, my body curved protectively around hers. My arm drapes over her waist, and my lips hover just above the mate-mark on her neck, where the faint, fiery pattern now glows almost imperceptibly. The air is thick with the scent of her, a heady mix of warmth and something uniquely Liliana, something that makes Fenri restless yet content.I press my lips to the mark, feeling a surge of energy as the bond between us pulses with life. This mate-mark is more than just a symbol; it's a connection, a bond forged by the Moon Goddess herself. It signifies that we are destined for each other, our souls intertwined in a way that is both ancient and sacred.My breath is warm against her skin as I whisper, "This mark... it’s the Moon Goddess’s way of binding us, of marking us as mates. Some of us wait lifetimes to find our mates, Liliana. It’s powerful

*** Liliana's POVI awake with a start, sitting up so fast that the room spins slightly, a woozy reminder of last night’s intensity. My head feels light, my throat dry. I make a mental note to start keeping a water bottle next to my bed—I’m clearly dehydrated from the night’s activities. But the dizziness is the least of my concerns as I quickly become aware of the emptiness beside me.Eamon’s scent lingers, but it’s faded, enough to tell me he’s been gone for a while. The light filtering through the blinds is still soft, early morning, but the cold space beside me confirms it’s been at least an hour since he left. A dull ache settles in my chest at his absence, an emptiness that feels oddly profound.At some point last night, Eamon explained how mates can ‘scent’ each other, a concept that seemed abstract at the time but now feels so visceral. His scent reminded me of petrichor, that distinct, earthy smell that comes after a heavy rain, particularly on a cold fall day. I’ve always lov