All Chapters of Bound To My Alpha Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Craig's POV The weight of my father’s words hung in the air like a thick fog, heavy and suffocating. The mention of Cady’s father, George, sent a jolt through me, reminding me of what we were facing. With Cady clinging to my side, I fiercely desired to protect her at all costs. And then there was Carolina, her presence a persistent reminder that we weren't alone. She stood close, her eyes filled with fear and determined understanding as she tried to process everything unfolding. “Terrance,” I said, forcing the name through clenched teeth, “you can’t manipulate us with your lies. We don't want to hear whatever you want to say to Cady, whatever truths you think you can reveal.” My father leaned forward slightly, the predatory gleam in his dark eyes intensifying, a twisted smile stretching his lips. “Oh, it's Terrance now, is it? Craig. You don’t know how deep this rabbit hole goes, do you? Do you think you can walk away from this? Deny your connection to your family? Carolina sh

Craig’s POV My heart dropped, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. It was someone I thought I’d never see again—a relic of my past that threatened to unravel everything I’d fought to leave behind. “Its me.” I said. She stepped closer and gasped in disbelief. “I can't believe its you. Where have you been?” I stared at the girl in front of me. “I can't talk about it right now. Does anyone know you are here?” I prayed she was alone. She shook her head. “Nobody is with me, but I'm sure they will soon. They will know about your secret, before long they will. Believe me, Craig.” Delilah. She was an old friend from the pack. She had disappeared out of the blue and nobody had mentioned her since. I thought she was dead! “They are coming.” she whispered. A chill ran down my spine at her words. “What do you mean? Who’s coming?” I searched her face for answers, but all I found was a mixture of concern and urgency. “There are rogues within the pack borders. They haven't gone in on Alpha Zan

Avery's POV“I understand more than you think,” I said, matching his intensity with my own. “But I refuse to let that weight crush my spirit—or my ability to fight for it.”“For once, can’t you just trust that I know what’s best?” he demanded, his voice thick with emotion. “Trust goes both ways, Zane,” I countered, my heart pounding in my chest. “If I can’t trust you to hear me out, if I can’t have a say in our direction, then I might as well be standing alone in this fight.”“Fine then!” Zane thundered, his frustration spilling over as he turned away from me, fuming under the pressure of our conversation. “If you want to defy me, I will take actions necessary to ensure you’re safe, even if it means locking you in here.”My breath hitched in my throat, anger flaring once again. “Are you really willing to go that far? To actually isolate me from everything and everyone?”“Maybe I need to!” he snapped, but his voice faltered as he saw my expression. “Avery, I don’t want to—but you leav

Zane’s grip on my hand tightened as he considered my question, his brow furrowing under the weight of uncertainty. “Then we take it one step at a time, just like Kendra said,” he replied softly, his voice steady despite the turmoil in the air. “We’ll talk about it. We’ll figure it out together. No matter what.”His confidence was both comforting and terrifying. I opened my eyes and met his gaze, searching for reassurance amidst the chaos of my thoughts. “But what if I’m not ready for this, Zane?” My voice trembled as I spoke, fear and vulnerability tumbling forth like a flood. “What if I can’t be the person that a baby needs?”Zane’s expression softened, compassion radiating from him. “Avery, none of us are ever fully ready for things like this. Life throws us challenges, and we just adapt. You’re strong; I've seen you face things that would break others. Plus, you wouldn’t be doing this alone.” I felt a spark of warmth at his words, but doubt still lingered. “And what about you? Are

Avery’s POV A heavy silence settled around us, punctuated only by the ticking clock on the wall and the soft rustle of packaging as Kendra set up the pregnancy test. Time felt suspended, each second stretching into eternity. My heart raced, caught between fear and anticipation, while my mind churned with unanswered questions. Zane’s presence was a steadying force beside me. His hand remained entwined with mine, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my palm. I wanted to focus on the comfort of his touch, but the enormity of what was about to happen loomed large in my thoughts. “What if I’m not ready for this?” I repeated, more to myself than to him, the thought echoing like a haunting melody. “Avery, nobody is ever fully ready,” Zane replied, his voice a low rumble of support. “But we’ll figure it out together. Whatever this result is, we’ll tackle it as a team." His unwavering confidence was soothing, yet my own doubts antagonized me. I didn’t want to let fear dictate my life, bu