Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To The Fearful Alpha : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Diva’s POVA chilling silence spread like poison through the battlefield.Smoke thickened the air, mixing with the copper tang of blood.The Second Princess stood above us, silhouetted by the raging fire behind her.Her once-pristine dress was torn, her skin marked with bruises and scratches—but her eyes…Cold. Calculating. Unshaken.She hadn’t barely survived this war.She had orchestrated it.And behind her, an army of rogue wolves waited, their eyes glowing like embers in the darkness.Ronan coughed, blood slipping between his teeth, but his smirk never faded.“You thought you had me, didn’t you?” His voice was hoarse, laced with amusement. “I never fight a battle I don’t plan to win.”Derek’s fingers tightened around Ronan’s throat, his breath ragged. “You think she’s your ally?” His voice was pure steel, dangerously low. “She’s using you just as much as you’re using her.”The princess let out a soft, amused laugh.“That may be true.” She stepped forward, her gaze sliding to me.M

Diva's POVPain screamed through me, a wildfire in my veins.I recoiled, gasping, the smell of blood heavy in the air.Derek's enormous wolf form stormed forward, his claws tearing through flesh, his growls trembling the very earth beneath us.The Second Princess remained untouched.Unfazed. Waiting. Calculating.Her wolves surrounded Derek, advancing in silent, measured steps.They were waiting for him to slow. To weaken. To fall.I gritted my teeth.I would not let that happen.My hand closed around the dagger concealed beneath my tattered dress. The silver blade was cold, earthy.I had one chance.A wolf sprang at Derek's open flank.Too quick.Derek turned too late.No.I sprang forward, colliding with the wolf in mid-air.The force dazed me, and the air was driven from my lungs as we rolled through the wreckage, crashing to the floor.The wolf snarled, jaws snapping inches from my throat.I didn't blink.I thrust the dagger upward—It sank deep into its ribs.A howl tore through

Diva’s POVThe cavern still trembled, dust and debris swirling in the dim torchlight.My breath came fast, uneven, my heart pounding like war drums.Ronan was gone.He ran.Like a coward.But this wasn’t over.Not even close.Derek stood beside me, bare-chested, streaked with blood, his golden eyes sharp, scanning the shadows. His body was coiled tight, still prepared for battle.For Ronan’s return.I exhaled, my fingers tingling with lingering energy.Something inside me had shifted.I felt it, burning beneath my skin, a power I didn’t recognize—didn’t understand.Derek turned to me, his breath still ragged. “Diva, what the hell was that?”I swallowed hard. My body still buzzed, my veins alive with something more than just adrenaline.“I don’t know.” My voice was hoarse, uncertain. “But it was mine.”Derek’s eyes darkened, his fingers clenching into fists. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”Neither had I.Because I wasn’t just a wolf anymore.I was something else.And for the first

Diva’s POVAlec’s words hung in the air like a death sentence.Kill Ronan.The three syllables crashed through me, heavy and inescapable.I swallowed, my throat dry. “How?”Alec’s golden eyes flickered. “He’s not just a wolf anymore. His power is old. Twisted. He didn’t just curse you—he tied himself to the curse.”I clenched my fists. “What does that mean?”“It means,” Alec said, stepping closer, “as long as Ronan lives, the curse does too. The only way to break it is to kill him.”A shiver raced down my spine.No other way.I wanted to fight it. To believe there was another path. But deep down, in the part of me that had been screaming for answers since the day this nightmare began…I already knew he was right.The ruins around us pulsed, ancient magic crackling in the air. I glanced at the altar—the place where my fate had been stolen from me.Alec’s voice was quiet. “This is where it started.” He met my gaze. “And this is where it has to end.”I exhaled sharply. “Where is he?”Ale

Diva’s POVThe ruins were too quiet.The remnants of Ronan’s dark magic had faded, leaving behind nothing but cold stone and the thick scent of blood.But something was wrong.I could feel it.The fight should have been over. The mate bond was gone. The curse had been burned away.But a weight still clung to the air—thick, oppressive.And inside me… something had changed.---A New ThreatAlec’s voice broke the silence. “Diva, we need to move.”I turned. His sharp gaze scanned the ruins, his posture tense, like he expected something—or someone—to rise from the ashes.Derek was still recovering. But he wasn’t the same either.His dark eyes locked onto mine, searching. Uncertain.There was no mate bond now. No forced connection.But I could still feel him.Not through fate. Not through magic.Through something real.He pushed himself up with a groan. Alec yanked him up roughly. “We don’t have time for this.”Derek staggered but stood firm, rolling his shoulders. “I’m fine.”Alec scoffed