All Chapters of The Healer's Bond : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

There it was again—the way he spoke to her, the cadence of his voice when he said her name. His words had a way of affecting her, slipping past her defenses when she least expected it. You're very valuable, Emma. The phrase echoed in her mind, stirring something deep within her chest. Did he even mean it, or was it just another manipulation, another way to control her? She had been burned before, trusted the wrong people, and paid dearly for it. Yet something about Steve's earnestness made her want to believe him.Emma was startled out of her thoughts by a sudden cracking sound. She looked up to see Steve crushing the phone with his large, powerful hand, the device splintering under the pressure of his grip. With a casual flick of his wrist, he slid down the window of the car and tossed the broken remnants out into the passing landscape. The gesture was so nonchalant, yet so deliberate, a stark reminder of the physical strength he possessed."What's

Steve crossed his arms, his weathered face betraying nothing as he stared down the werewolf biker leader. The stench of beer, sweat, and something far more primal hung in the air of the dilapidated warehouse. Though his expression remained impassive, his mind raced with calculations and contingencies. He knew exactly where this confrontation was headed, but he would play along with Sleazy's game—for now.Beside him, Emma's tension was palpable. He could sense her disgust without needing to look at her, the way her shoulders had stiffened, the barely controlled rhythm of her breathing. This was precisely why he'd insisted she stay behind. The Sterling Creek pack handled their business with dignity and respect. The Diablos... operated differently."What is your price?" Steve asked, his voice deceptively casual as he locked eyes with Sleazy.The werewolf biker leader's face split into a grin that revealed yellowed teeth. His leather vest, emblazoned with the

Emma's heart pounded against her ribcage as she surveyed the chaotic scene before her. Men—no, werewolves—writhed on the dusty concrete floor, their bodies contorting in agony. Guttural moans and agonized groans filled the warehouse, echoing off the metal walls like a macabre symphony. The stench of fear and sweat hung heavy in the air, making Emma's nose wrinkle in disgust. She could almost taste the metallic tang of their suffering on her tongue. Sleazy stood frozen in place, his amber eyes wide with disbelief. Emma didn't need to be a mind reader to sense his confusion; it radiated from him in waves so strong she could practically feel them crashing against her skin. His gaze darted frantically between Steve, who stood with an unsettling calm, and Marcus, whose steady hand held the gun now pointed toward the floor, though Emma noticed his finger remained dangerously close to the trigger."What is it going to be, Sleazy?" Steve asked, his voice carrying a casual tone that seemed gr

The air around them smelled of exhaust and tension as Marcus, Emma, and Steve climbed into the sleek black G-wagon. Emma slid into the backseat, her fingers digging into the plush leather as Marcus started the engine and pulled out to follow Sleazy's motorcycle.The moment the doors closed, Emma could no longer contain her fury. "I cannot believe that was your plan!" she thundered, her voice bouncing off the confined space of the luxury vehicle. "You just increased the number of the infected! What were you thinking?!" Her cheeks flushed with anger, eyes blazing with indignation as she stared at the back of Steve's head.Steve turned slightly in his seat, his expression maddeningly calm. "I was thinking about getting what we need to save my Pack," he replied, his voice level in a way that only stoked Emma's anger further."And the only way to do that was to infect another pack?!" Emma demanded, her voice rising in pitch. She could feel her nails digging crescents

"It will take more than a gold bar to get you a truck full of Mercury," The Lady replied, her voice silky smooth despite the hardness of her words. Emma caught the flicker of surprise that crossed the woman's face—a brief widening of those eyes before her features settled back into practiced neutrality. The Lady's perfectly manicured fingers tapped once, twice against the polished table, betraying her interest despite her cool demeanor.Steve leaned forward, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. His jawline, usually set with stubborn determination, looked even more pronounced under the dim lighting of the high-end restaurant. "I am willing to pay whatever it takes," he replied, his voice low but carrying the unmistakable authority of an Alpha. The desperation in his eyes belied his confident tone—Emma had never seen him this vulnerable, this willing to negotiate.The chandelier light caught on The Lady's diamond earrings as she tilted her head, studyin