Semua Bab Bound to the Alpha’s will: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Katrina's POVEmotions ran high in the days after my pregnancy was made public. As he showered me with love and attention, Davos was ecstatic and his joy was infectious. But I couldn't get rid of the uneasy sensation that persisted in the back of my mind even after he reassured me. The news was all across the castle, and although the majority of the pack members appeared to be sincerely delighted for us, I couldn't help but notice the faint looks and the hushed chatter that ceased as soon as I entered a room. Everyone seemed to be observing me and waiting for something to occur. "You're acting paranoid," Marie stated in a composed yet strong tone. "Not everybody is trying to harm you." "I know," I said, my thoughts racing. But I'm powerless to stop it. Something doesn't feel right. I knew Marie was as concerned as I was, but she didn't answer. In actuality, we were both aware that my pregnancy would not be welcomed by everyone in the kingdom. I was still viewed by some as an outcas

Katrina's POVThe days following the poisoning attempt were tense. Davos had increased security around the castle, and I was rarely left alone. Guards followed me everywhere, their presence a constant reminder of the danger lurking within the walls of what was supposed to be my safe haven. Despite Davos's reassurances, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. The castle, once a place of comfort, now felt like a prison.I sat in the garden, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun, but even the bright rays couldn’t dispel the shadows in my mind. Marie’s voice echoed in my head, her tone calm but firm. 'Katrina, you need to stay alert. The threat is still out there.''I know,' I replied, my voice trembling in my mind. 'But how do I fight an enemy I can’t see?'Marie didn’t respond, and I knew she was just as worried as I was. The truth was, we both knew that the danger was closer than we thought. Someone within the castle walls wanted me and my child gone,

Katrina's POV The hooded figure’s grip strengthened like a vise, pulling me deeper into the dark. I thrashed, but their power was amazing. My breath caught as fear clawed at my chest. “Fight, Katrina!” Marie’s voice snapped in my thinking. “Use your instincts!” I spun violently, slamming my heel into their shin. The figure hissed, grip loosening—just enough. I broke free, stumbling back, but they lunged again, putting an arm around my throat. Cold breath hissed against my ear. “You’re coming with me.” Black spots blurred my eyes as I grasped at their arm. Then, a roar pierced the air. “Let. Her. Go.” Davos rushed down the hall, eyes burning. Relief rushed over me at the sight of him, but it was quickly replaced by fear when the figure shoved me aside. I slumped to the floor, gasping. Davos swung, his fist striking with the figure’s jaw. They staggered but recovered unusually quickly, ducking his next hit with strange ease. “Davos, be careful!” I rushed to my feet, pulse poundin

Katrina’s POVThe veiled figure stood at the middle of the burning courtyard, flames reflected in their masked eyes like twin stars of evil. The air reeked of smoke and blood, the castle walls moaning as fire consumed them. Davos tightened his grip on my hand, his breath ragged. Shaun changed back into human form beside us, his face mysterious but his stance coiled for action. “Who is that?” I whispered, my voice raw. Davos’s jaw clenched. “The puppeteer.” The figure raised a hand, and the rogues still crawling through the rubble froze, their snarls dying mid-throat. Silence fell, broken only by the crackle of fire. “You’ve made this tedious,” the figure said, their voice twisted, booming as if three people spoke at once. “But predictable. Always defending weakness.” Shaun stepped forward, his voice a blade. “Show your face.” The figure laughed—a sound that scraped my bones. “You first, traitor. How does it feel to kneel at her feet?” Shaun’s hands clenched, but Davos cut in. “

Katrina’s POVThe woman on the cliff disappeared as the river roared back into place, the bone path swallowed by the churning waters. My heart pounded, the Relic’s icy burn spreading up my arm. The visions lingered—her voice, her eyes, the chair of bones.‘Katrina,’ Marie’s voice was faint, strained. ‘The Relic… it’s changing you.’“I know,” I whispered, clutching my scarred hand. The runes pulsed with a faint red light, matching the rhythm of my heartbeat.The forest around me was strangely silent, the air thick with tension. I needed to move, to find Davos, to warn him. But where could I go? The castle was in ruins, the pack scattering. And now, this woman—this thing—was hunting me.I stumbled to my feet, my wet dress clinging to my skin. The Relic’s glow gave just enough light to see the rocky shore. I followed it downstream, thinking it would lead me to safety.But the forest had other plans.The trees seemed to close in around me, their branches turning into clawed hands. Shadows