All Chapters of Bound To The Fearful Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The night air felt heavier than before, thick with something unnatural.Diva’s mind raced."You are not meant to exist."The creature’s words echoed in her skull, rattling her bones.What did it mean?What was she?She shook her head, forcing herself to focus. Now wasn’t the time to break.They had three days before Isolde came for her.Three days to find answers.Three days to survive.Derek exhaled sharply, his hand tight on her wrist. “We need to move.”Soren was already ahead, his expression unreadable, but there was no hostility anymore. Whatever doubts he had about Diva, the creature’s sudden arrival had shaken him too.Diva’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as they ran through the trees.She tried to keep up, but something inside her felt wrong.Like something inside her was stirring.Like something inside her was waking up.Then—A howl split the silence.Not a wolf’s.Something worse.Derek stopped abruptly, throwing his arm in front of her. Soren unsheathed his dagger, his sho

Diva ran. The field was a charnel house of corpses and shattered weapons, air thick with the stench of blood and burning earth. Her lungs burned, muscles shrieking for respite, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. Not as long as Derek fought on. Not as long as Ronan lived. Her feet were barely touching the ground as she wove through the carnage, leaping over fallen warriors, sidestepping puddles of crimson. The air above spun in a demented whirl of dark skies, charged with something not natural. Then— A glint of motion. Diva hardly had time to respond when something slammed into her, driving her to the earth. The impact rattled her bones, stole her breath. Pain flared, but she fought through it, scrambling up to hands and knees, already preparing to shift if necessary. Then she saw him. A tall, unmoving figure towered over her, his face hidden under a deep hood. Shadows clung to him like living things, as if they knew him as their own. Diva's instincts screamed danger. She sc

His eyes burned with madness, his lips curled back in a feral snarl.Diva struggled, fear running through her. She kicked and scratched, but he was too strong, too heavy. His claws buried in her arms, pinning her to the ground."Mine," he snarled.Ice covered over fear.Not again.She would not be defenseless.With a snarl of fury, Diva summoned all of the last remaining strength within her and brought her knee into his belly.The rogue snarled, easing his grip enough for her to squirm loose. She rolled, crawling to her feet.But there are too many shadows among the trees.Three. Four. Too numerous for her to defeat on her own.Her heart pounded in her ears. She backed away, her tense body coiled.Then—A silver streak shot past her.The initial rogue had no chance to react before massive jaws closed around his throat.Sickening crunch.The rogue went limp.Diva's breath was taken.Caelan.He glided a ghost in blackness, death-dealing and silent. A second rogue charged him, but he did

Then—The loathsome crunch of bone.Caelan's fist clipped Derek's jaw, and Derek staggered against the cave wall.Diva's breath stalled."No—"Derek dropped to his knees, stunned, blood spilling from his lips.Caelan stood, rolling his shoulders as if the attack had been nothing to him. His silver eyes were cold. "Stay down, Derek."Ronan chuckled. "Good boy."Diva's heart shattered.She struggled to move, to scream, but the curse held her down. Her body betrayed her, her limbs refusing to obey.Caelan had made a decision.And it wasn't hers.Ronan leaned in, his fingers tracing her cheek, his touch repulsively gentle."Shh," he whispered. "It’ll pass soon. Then you’ll be mine."Diva wanted to tear his throat out.But she couldn’t move.Her body was slipping away from her, her mind unraveling.No.No.She wouldn’t let him win.Summoning every ounce of strength left in her, she forced her lips to move."You," she rasped. "Will never… own me."Ronan's smirk didn’t falter. "That’s what t

Diva's hands closed around Derek's blood-soaked shirt as she held him to her breast. His body was limp, his breathing shallow—too shallow."No, no, no," she whispered, her trembling hands applied to his wound. "Stay with me, Derek. Please."But his golden eyes remained shut. His skin was growing cold.Horror clutched at her chest.The battlefield was quiet, wolves still in the aftermath of Ronan's fall. Blackfang warriors hoped cautiously, but the survivors of Ronan's army had already surrendered, their commander nothing but ash.It did not matter.Not if she lost him.Diva clenched her teeth, attempting to disregard the burning of her own wounds. "Someone get the healer!" she shouted, voice raspy.No one moved.They were still in shock, still waiting for her command.Then—A person pushed through the crowd.Jorah, Derek's beta. His eyes were wide with fear, his actions quick. "We have to move him," he said urgently. "Now."Diva nodded, but when she went to lift Derek, a rough hand pu