All Chapters of Alpha's Hidden Chains: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

 *** Eamon’s POV The moment I left Liliana’s bed, the warmth of her body still lingering on my skin, regret hit me like a freight train. The softness of the sheets beneath me, the subtle scent of honeysuckle and lemongrass clinging to the pillow—everything in me screamed to stay. But duty pulled me away, and now, sitting across from my PI, with his BO saturating the air, that regret is magnified tenfold. "We found the store owner," Kirk begins, his voice pulling me back to the present. His tone is serious, laced with the kind of gravity that tells me he's onto something. "They deny any hidden security," he pauses, a faint smirk playing on his lips, "but..." I lean forward, my interest piqued. "But?" Kirk meets my gaze, his expression unreadable. "We may have a new link between yesterday's murder and other crim

*** Eamon's POVThe moment Kirk’s message pings on my phone, I’m not surprised. The warrant came through, just as I expected. We’ve got 72 hours of surveillance on the owner’s house and the three business locations tied to our case files. It’s a solid lead but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re only scratching the surface.My gut tells me the store owner isn’t human. I’ve had my suspicions from the beginning, and the more I dig into the details, the more convinced I become.Despite owning multiple businesses, the owner doesn’t show any signs of being affiliated with human-organized crime. It’s almost too clean, too perfect. There’s something else going on here, something deeper, and I’m determined to find out what.The three businesses in question—a café, a convenience store, and a donation center—don’t fit the usual mold either. They have a certain vibe to them, one that’s hard to pinpoint but impossible to ignore.There’s an unusual mix of Rogues from all species patronizing these

*** Fenri's POVEamon has always been steady, a rock in the storm, but finding Liliana this way has filled him with a tension and fear that I can taste, raw and bitter. An there’s something else… a faint presence Eamon is not aware of yet, yet it’s there all the same, pushing against the edges of my consciousness. I can feel… her wolf, like a caged animal testing the bars, but she’s not fully here yet. Not fully awake.I push forward, closer to the surface, urging Eamon to stay calm, to hold her. We’re all connected now, the mate bond keeping her wolf from slipping away entirely. The mate bond has created room for her within Liliana.“Come forward,” I call out to her, my voice firm but gentle, coaxing. “You’re not alone anymore, Eamon and I are here for you.”There’s a hesitation, a moment of silence, and then I feel her.“You?” I feel the question almost as much as I hear it.“Yes, me.” I coax.“Fenri,” my tail wags at her acknowledgment.I’m bombarded with a myriad of visions that

*** Liliana’s POVI'm flung from the bright light into a pit of physical agony. My whole body is burning, searing pain that feels as though it's tearing me apart. I can’t see anything, I can only feel. I can’t tell if it’s been seconds or minutes, but it feels like an eternity. Then, just as suddenly, the pain subsides, leaving me shaking mentally and physically.I don't know if I'm still dreaming or if I've woken up. My vision is a blur, and when it clears, I'm looking up at Eamon, though it doesn’t feel like Eamon looking back at me. His eyes are black, not the warm, comforting color I'm used to.I try to look around the room and realize I can't sit up—I can't even move. Panic wells up inside me, but my body refuses to obey my commands. I try to scale back my intentions and do something simple, like move my head or even just glance around, but I have no control over my movements. It’s as if I’m a passenger in my own body. I’m moving, and I’m even talking, but it’s not me. It’s not m

*** Liliana's POVI practically lose it when Eamon asks me for a safe word. All thoughts, worries, and questions about what’s led up to this moment tonight vanish. It’s just him and me, and our bond, pulsing with an intensity that makes everything else disappear.As I lay back on the bed, I can’t help but notice how small it feels with Eamon standing at the end of it. His presence is overwhelming, a mix of dominance and something deeper—something that pulls me to him in ways I can’t explain. His eyes are dark, contemplating, filled with a seriousness that sends shivers down my spine.Then I see it—something in his hand. A rope? No, it’s the belt from my bathrobe. When did he get that?“Physical extremes can force our wolves forward, Liliana,” Eamon says, his tone playful yet edged with seriousness. “As much as I would love to simply fuck you straight into tomorrow, or let Fenri do it,” he adds with a smirk, “we both agree that you would benefit from a lesson in… control.”He pauses, l