All Chapters of Bound to Alpha Salvatore : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena’s POVHe looked me in my eyes and gave me a small smile before turning away. Panic swelled in my chest. My father stood by the side of the door, watching it all. With teary eyes, I looked at him, the man whose blood rushed hot and brimming in my veins. Didn’t he care what this monster of a man was going to do to me? The heads of women hung from different walls of the Brimstone palace, alpha Salvatore's home. Did my father hate me so much that he was willing to condemn me to such a fate?“Father, please!” I cried, but my pleas fell on deaf ears, and soon, I was dragged out of the palace, thrown into a carriage and locked away on my way to Brimstone Castle.The guards didn’t seem to care that I was trembling, or that my wrists still bore the marks from the chains that had dragged me. Once the carriage stopped, I was hurled down to the ground.“Careful, Xandax.” One of the guards snapped at the man who held me.“She is the alpha’s property now. He’ll kill you if he sees so much as

First Person's Perspective ElenaThe guards held my arms tight as they dragged me down the cold hallway. Their grip was painful, their fingers digging into my skin like iron shackles. I didn’t fight them. There was no use. Fighting would only make things worse. My body ached from exhaustion, and my mind was too drained to resist. They shoved me into the small, dark room, and I stumbled forward, barely catching myself before I hit the cold stone floor. The heavy metal door slammed shut behind me, and the sharp sound of the key turning in the lock sent a shiver down my spine.I was alone again.I stood there for a moment, staring at the door, my breathing ragged. The silence in the room felt thick, pressing down on me like an invisible weight. My legs trembled as I sank to the floor, pressing my back against the freezing wall. A lump formed in my throat, and before I could stop it, hot tears streamed down my cheeks.I cried hard, my sobs shaking my whole body. My shoulders trembled as

First Person's PerspectiveElenaAfter Salvatore punished the maids because of me, everything changed.Before, they were quiet, careful, doing their jobs without looking at me too much. Now, their eyes were filled with hate. They didn’t say anything, but I could feel it. Every time they walked past me, I felt their stares burn into my skin. Every time they handed me food, their fingers would brush mine a little too roughly. Every time they cleaned the room, they would “accidentally” knock something over, making me clean it up myself.They couldn’t hit me. They couldn’t yell at me. But they found other ways to make me suffer.Small ways.Ways that looked like mistakes.The first time it happened, I was exhausted. My body ached from days without sleep, and all I wanted was a warm bath to wash away the sweat and fear. My muscles felt sore, my head heavy, and my thoughts slow. I just wanted a moment of peace.Lina, one of the maids, came in and ran the bath without saying a word. I didn’t

First Person's PerspectiveElenaThe next morning, the door creaked open andAres was there.He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes flicked toward me, cold and calculating, but he didn’t say a word.I swallowed hard. My hands trembled as I took a hesitant step forward. My instincts screamed at me to turn around, to retreat back into my room, but I forced myself to stay put. I had to face him.I had seen enough of Ares to know that he wasn’t the kind of man who appreciated people talking back to him. He wasn’t the kind of man who gave second chances.And yet, I had to try.“I... I wanted to thank you,” I said softly, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “For helping me with the maids.”Ares didn’t move. He simply stared, his gaze piercing through me like a blade.For a moment, I thought he might ignore me completely. Then, with a small scoff, he pushed off the wall and started walking down the hall.“Hmph.” That was all he said.Heat rose

First Person's PerspectiveAresFrom the moment Salvatore brought that human girl into the mansion, I knew she was going to cause trouble.I didn’t say anything at first. What was the point? When Salvatore makes a decision, no one—not even me—can change his mind.But that didn’t mean I had to like it.Every time I saw her—Elena—walking through the halls with her big, frightened eyes, something inside me burned. She hadn’t done anything to me personally, but her existence here felt wrong. Like a thorn buried deep under my skin, irritating me more and more with every passing day.And then, things got worse.Two Weeks AgoI found Salvatore in the library, sitting in his usual chair near the fireplace. The flames cast shadows across his face, making his sharp features look even harsher. He wasn’t reading. He wasn’t drinking. He was just sitting there, staring at the fire like he expected it to speak.I leaned against the doorway and crossed my arms. “Are we going hunting tonight?”Salvato