Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To The Fearful Alpha : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Diva’s heart pounded against her ribs as she watched Derek tear into Ronan with pure, unrelenting fury.The air around them crackled with energy, the ground trembling beneath the weight of their battle.Derek was lost in it—completely consumed.His movements were brutal, precise.Every strike, every snarl, was laced with years of pent-up rage.Ronan barely had time to react before Derek’s claws slashed across his chest, sending a dark spray of blood into the air.He staggered back, gasping.But Derek didn’t stop.Didn’t hesitate.Didn’t see anything but vengeance.Diva’s breath caught in her throat.This wasn’t just about defeating Ronan.This was destruction.And if Derek kept going—If he gave in to this darkness—He wouldn’t come back from it.Panic clawed at her chest.She had to stop him.Before it was too late.She darted forward, ignoring the danger, ignoring the sharp sting of her own injuries.“Derek!” she called out, her voice desperate, pleading.He didn’t hear her.Didn’t

Derek ran.He didn’t think—couldn’t think.Diva’s body was limp in his arms, her skin ice-cold. Each shallow breath she took was a reminder of how little time he had left.His heartbeat pounded in his ears, a frantic drum against his ribs. His legs burned, his wounds screamed, but he didn’t stop.Wouldn’t stop.Not when she was slipping away.Behind him, the battlefield was a mess of torn bodies, blood-soaked earth, and dying groans. But Derek didn’t care.Not about Ronan.Not about the war.Nothing mattered except the fragile weight in his arms.He pushed forward, his vision blurring with the sting of sweat and exhaustion. His wolf roared inside him, demanding he do something—anything—to save her.“Stay with me, Diva,” he whispered, barely recognizing his own voice. “Just hold on.”No response.Her head rolled against his chest, her breathing weaker than before.A sharp stab of fear plunged into Derek’s gut.He had faced death a hundred times before—laughed in its face, even.But thi

The air was thick with silence, heavy and oppressive.Derek's fists were balled at his sides, his knuckles white from the tightness of his grip. His wolf stirred, restless beneath his skin. Ronan was not dead.The thought seared him like a knife to the heart.Diva sat stiffly on the bed, her breathing shaky, her hands curled into fists in the blanket as if anchoring herself. The flush of her cheeks had receded, leaving her pale and tawny-looking, her lips compressed together.Kieran drew a hard breath, breaking the silence. "If Ronan's alive, he's not coming back as a ghost." His voice was low, controlled. But there was tension in his shoulders, a nervousness in his stance that Derek resented.Diva's voice, gentle but authoritative, interrupted the moment. "Then how?"Derek gazed at the dead body of the rogue on the ground. The son of a bitch had died with a smile on his face. That alone made Derek's rage boil."We should have burned him," he snarled, the words venomous.Diva flinched

The world was transformed.When Ronan was transformed, the world was reformed.The field of battle, where wolves once ran crimson with blood, was now smaller, stifled by his mere presence. Dark energy tendrils encircled his monstrous form, his colossal frame no longer wolf, but something much more terrifying. His eyes, red-rimmed with an unnatural light, held Derek's gaze.Derek felt it—the strangely power radiating from him, thick as smoke, filling his lungs, clawing at his skin. His instincts screamed at him to flee, to strike, but for the first time in years a flicker of doubt intruded.Diva receded, breathing in harsh spasms. Something was wrong near Ronan, the very fabric of reality seeming to distort.But Derek had no time to hesitate.Ever. Now.With a snarl, he burst forward, claws raking against Ronan's throat.Faster. Leathal. Precise.But Ronan was faster.Much faster.A dark smear—then pain.A brutal blow to the ribs sent Derek crashing.He slammed into the trunk of a tree

A shiver ran down Diva’s spine.Soren inhaled sharply, his body going rigid.Isolde’s gaze flickered to him, amused. “You smell it too, don’t you? That power in her blood?”Soren said nothing.Diva’s pulse thundered in her ears.Isolde took a slow step forward. “Ronan was right.” Her voice was almost reverent. “You’re something else.”Derek growled. “Back off.”Isolde barely spared him a glance. “And you,” she said, voice laced with mock pity. “Poor Alpha. Always fighting. Always protecting.” Her eyes gleamed. “Always losing.”Derek’s growl deepened.Diva forced herself to breathe. “What do you want?”Isolde’s lips curved.“Your blood.”The words were soft. Deadly.The wolves behind Soren tensed.Diva’s blood ran cold. “Why?”Isolde sighed, almost bored. “Because, darling, your blood is the key.” Her smile sharpened. “To everything.”Derek moved in an instant.A blur of motion.Claws slashing—But Isolde was faster.She dodged, spinning with unnatural grace, her cloak billowing as she