All Chapters of Bound to the Demon Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Three Years Later~Mel~I stared at myself in the mirror, particularly at the scar that would always be a reminder of a time in my life when I had trusted so blindly. No matter how many times I wished, hoped on the moon goddess that my life would have ended with Hannah’s that night, it never came true.“Hey. Hurry up in there.” I snapped back to reality, blinking away the tears that had become a daily routine for the last three years. Everything went black after that moment the silver bullet went straight into me. It was meant to kill me but instead, it ended up killing my wolf so here I was, half of me lost forever and the other half broken. Nothing was the same after that. My mother sent me away to my father in another country to continue schooling. In her words it was to protect me from going down the road I was on that would end with me getting killed.Well I was almost killed. I should be dead. I wanted to be dead.The loud banging came again making me remember where I was or w

~Mel~In a spiral of what felt like a second, everything changed.Carmine stared at my father with so much ice in his gaze that I shivered. “Count yourself lucky as the only man to ever experience mercy by my hand.” Then, without another glance in my direction, he walked away.My hands were yanked the moment he exited the door, and I was dragged away. There was no time for anything—no goodbyes, not that I had anything genuinely to say to Nathaniel. No time to take any of my personal belongings.Time seemed to blur after that. The numbness took over as the car sped through the city. My heart pounded as we drove through iron gates, revealing a mansion that looked like something out of a gothic fairytale. Tall, imposing, with dark, ivy-covered walls—it was less a house and more a fortress.My eyes widened in awe, but there was hardly any time to process just how magnificent the place was. The man who had threatened me yanked me out of the car, dragging me up the stone steps and through t

~Carmine~“Is she alive?”The question sliced through the room, pulling me from the documents in front of me. I knew who it was without looking up. Santos, my most trusted man. Still, I ignored him, keeping my eyes on the papers. I knew his game. He wanted to get under my skin, to push me and fortunately for him, being the closest man I trusted, he was the only one allowed to try to get a rise out of me without consequences.And then he spoke again. “I think the better question would be, how long does she have to stay alive?”That got my attention. I lifted my head slowly, eyes narrowing as they locked onto him. “Do you have anything actually important to say?”Santos didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer until he was right next to the chair opposite me. His gaze was steady, probing, before he finally asked, “Why are you keeping the girl?”His persistent questioning started to irritate me. I snapped. “Why are all your questions centered around her? Don’t you have anyth

~Mel~The plan was simple enough. Sneak out of the mansion, go to the party, try to have fun—or at least pretend to—sneak back in before Carmine returned, and act like none of it ever happened.After convincing me to go, Ellie dragged me to her room. The moment I stepped inside, I was overwhelmed by its vibrancy. Her space was a kaleidoscope of colors, a stark contrast to the dark, oppressive mansion. It was impossible not to feel at least a tiny bit of happiness here. The room practically radiated with Ellie’s infectious energy, the kind that made you feel like anything was possible, even if just for a little while.As I stood there, momentarily lost in the joyful atmosphere, Ellie was already rummaging through her closet, pulling out clothes and tossing them at me with an enthusiasm that was hard to resist. She seemed to have endless outfits, and though part of me was tempted to resist this little game of dress-up, I found myself giving in. Maybe it was because I’d forgotten what it

~Mel~My entire body was trembling with fear, and I had cried so much that I couldn’t even muster more tears. I had been walking for what felt like forever, but it had only been about fifteen minutes. Three cars had already stopped, offering me a ride. I was tempted—so tempted to just get in one of those cars and let them take me away. Deep down, I knew Carmine wouldn’t know if I accepted, but at the same time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that his eyes were still on me. His words echoed in my mind like a curse. The sting on my butt from where he’d hit me throbbed with every step, a cruel reminder of what had just happened.I was scared—so scared—but I just kept walking. That’s when I heard her. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was her. The sound of her voice had become a part of my nightmares. “I know you heard me, Mel.” Her voice was soft but cold, cutting through the silent night. I turned around, and there she was—Hannah. Covered in blood, just like the first time she’