All Chapters of BOUND BY BLOOD AND REVANGE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The scent of blood drowns the air. It’s everywhere—seeping into the dirt, painting the broken bodies strewn across the ground, soaking into Rose’s torn dress. The metallic tang clings to her skin, mixing with the bitter taste of fear that sits heavy on her tongue. Her heart hammers in her chest, but it’s the pounding in her ears that drowns out everything else—the shouts, the screams, the sickening crunch of bones breaking under the force of violence. She’s eight years old. Too young for this, too innocent for this madness. But no one seems to care. Her father kneels before the beast who destroyed their world. Alderon Kane. The Alpha of Mooncrest. The monster who came without warning and left nothing but carnage in his wake. His men have already taken everything—her home, her pack, her people. And now… her father. Her protector. Rose watches as the blade presses against her father’s throat. The cold steel gleams in the moonlight, but it’s the terror in her father’s eyes that freez

The darkness is heavy, suffocating. It presses in from all sides, dragging me under, pulling me deeper. I can’t move, can’t breathe. It’s as if the weight of the world is crushing me, pressing down on my chest until I feel like I might shatter. Then, the pain comes. A sharp, searing ache that pulses through every inch of my body. My limbs feel like lead, my head throbbing with every weak beat of my heart. I try to move, to claw my way out of the abyss, but my body refuses to obey. Somewhere in the distance, a voice calls my name. Low. Rough. Familiar. I don’t want it to be familiar. The darkness begins to crack. Light seeps through the fractures, burning at the edges of my vision. The pain sharpens, dragging me further into consciousness. I blink. Once. Twice. The world comes into focus in slow, aching increments. A fire flickers somewhere nearby, casting a dim glow over rough stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of pine, smoke, and something darker. Something that ma

I step outside, my bare feet pressing into the cold stone floor. My breath catches. The grand hall is alive with movement. Servants rush back and forth, their arms filled with silk, silverware, and flowers. The scent of roses and freshly baked bread lingers in the air, mingling with the ever-present musk of wolves. eyes drifted sharply toward me. Preparations for a wedding are in full swing. White banners with golden embroidery hang from the railings, cascading down like waterfalls. Long tables, draped in pristine cloth, stretch across the courtyard, each set meticulously with delicate china and polished silverware. My stomach twists. Whose wedding is this? I don’t get a chance to dwell on it. Caleb’s firm grip clamps onto my wrist, pulling me forward. "Move," he grunts, dragging me down the steps. I dig my heels in, but he barely notices my resistance. "Whose wedding is this?" I demand, my voice sharper than I intend. He doesn’t answer. I’m forced past a line of omegas decor

The scent of alcohol lingers in the air. Laughter and music echo through the grand hall, a celebration of a wedding that feels more like a funeral. The Mooncrest Pack dines and drinks as if this is the happiest night of their lives, as if they don’t see the bride sitting stiffly at the head of the table, drowning in her silence. As if they don’t hear the rapid beating of my heart, caged in my chest like a war drum. Alderon Kane sits beside me, his presence as overwhelming as ever. His golden eyes gleam under the soft candlelight, watching me like a predator. Like he’s waiting for something. I clench my fists under the table. My wrist still burns from where he held me earlier, dragging me into this nightmare. The mark he left during the ceremony throbs against my skin—a fresh reminder that I belong to him now. At least, that’s what he thinks. I force my gaze to the hall. It’s grand, draped in silk and gold, filled with warriors and pack members drinking to my suffering. Their voi

Rose’s POVAlderon walks behind me as we return to the room, his presence pressing against me like a looming shadow. My back aches from where the feral had grabbed me, and my legs tremble beneath me, ready to give way at any moment.But they do.I stumble, but before I hit the ground, strong arms catch me.Alderon.His touch sears into me, burning hotter than my wounds. My breath stutters as I look up—straight into golden eyes that gleam like liquid fire. My wolf stirs, restless, drawn to him despite my every attempt to fight it.For the first time, I really see him .The sharp lines of his face, carved like something out of myth. The scar slashes down from his brow to his cheek, a cruel mark that should make him look less perfect but only adds to the danger he carries.""That looks painful," my wolf murmurs.I want to touch it.The realization shakes me, but before I can pull away, his lips twist into a smirk."You must like this position."His voice drips with amusement, low and dar