All Chapters of Bound To The Fearful Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Diva Crest, the weakest wolf in her pack, was used to being overlooked. No one expected anything from her—not strength, not leadership, and certainly not a future worth talking about.Tonight would be no different.The annual werewolf gathering was in full preparation, the grand hall was alive with chatter, but to Diva, it felt empty. She lingered at the edge of the crowd, her eyes sweeping over the alphas, betas, and omegas, all dining and conversing as if this event actually mattered."It's always the same. Never lively. Always boring," she muttered under her breath.Still, she forced a smile and approached her pack’s section, the Silverfangs."Hi, everyone," she greeted, her voice bright with a forced cheerfulness.No one responded.A few glanced at her, unimpressed, before returning to their conversations.She sighed. “Why do I even try?”The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted. A chilling stillness settled over the crowd. Murmurs died. Conversations halted.The Soothsayer had

Late in the night, Diva roamed the halls of the mansion, unable to sleep. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the creaks of the old floors. She stopped abruptly when a soft, haunting melody reached her ears. It was faint, as if coming from a distance, yet it sent shivers down her spine. She looked around her. Following the sound, she found herself standing in front of a door she hadn’t noticed before. The air around it felt colder, and unease settled in her chest. Slowly, she pushed the door open, revealing a room cloaked in dust and memories. The room was dimly lit by moonlight shining through the window. It was richly furnished, but everything seemed untouched, as though time itself had forgotten the room. On the far wall, a large painting caught her attention. It was a portrait of a strikingly beautiful woman with soft golden hair and piercing blue eyes. Her gaze was both serene and sorrowful, and Diva felt a pang of sadness. “Her name was Lillian,” a voice came fr

“Who was Lillian really?" Diva asked herself. “Could it really be Lillian, or who is the person calling my name?"She barely slept, her mind filled with questions she had no answers to. Who was Lillian? And why did it feel like she was still here?By morning, the mansion felt cold, heavier, and isolated. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like a baby’s cry, and every flicker of shadow in the corners made her skin pale.“This morning feels unusual. I hope it goes well," Diva said as she walked toward the hallway. She was about to take the left path when she spotted Derek from a distance. Quickly, she squatted and tried to leap away like a frog, but she suddenly bumped into a muscular pillar—Derek’s leg.“Oh—fuck!!” she cussed.“Tiny thing, where are you leaping off to?” Derek asked with an unreadable expression.“What do you want this time?"“Nothing much." He squatted to her level and locked eyes with her. Then the mate bond started pulling, making both of them forget their differ

Diva ran.Branches clawed at her skin, the cold night air biting at her as she pushed forward. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her pulse pounding so hard it drowned out everything else.But nothing could silence the truth burning inside her.The mate bond was a lie. A curse. A trick played by Ronan to bind her to Derek.It wasn’t real.None of it was.Tears blurred her vision, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Stopping meant facing the unbearable truth.Derek knew something was wrong.He hadn’t denied it. He hadn’t fought for her.That hurt worse than anything.Her foot caught on a root, and she stumbled, hitting the ground hard. Pain flared in her knees, but she barely registered it. Pressing her forehead against the damp earth, she swallowed a sob.She had been so foolish.For a fleeting moment, she had believed fate had given her something good. That even as the weakest wolf in the pack, she had been chosen.But she was just another pawn in someone else’s game.A sound shattered

I stepped toward Ronan.The air between us was electric, crackling with something dark and dangerous. My pulse pounded against my ribs, but I kept my chin high.Behind me, I could feel Derek’s stare. Burning. Unyielding.I didn’t look back.I couldn’t.This was my choice.Freedom.That’s what Ronan promised.So why did it feel like something inside me was unraveling?Ronan’s smirk widened, golden eyes gleaming. “Smart girl.”A low, deadly growl rumbled from behind me.“Diva.”I stopped.Derek rarely said my name like that—like a plea, like a warning, like he was grasping at something fragile.I turned slightly, meeting his gaze.His silver eyes weren’t cold now.They were stormy. Desperate.“I won’t stop you,” Derek said, voice rough. “If this is what you truly want.”A sharp ache bloomed in my chest.I had expected a fight. A struggle.But instead—He was letting me go.Because he knew.He knew if he forced me to stay, I would never forgive him.I swallowed hard. “I have to do this.”