All Chapters of Bound To The Cruel Alphas (SPICY): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ZANA’S POVI was late to Werewolf History….again.I'd gotten turned around in the east wing. This wasn’t my fault. The hallways all looked the same and they all had identical doors. By the time I found the right classroom, everyone was already seated and Professor Blackwood had started his lecture.I tried to walk in quietly through the back door, but the hinges creaked loudly. Every head turned to me.Professor Blackwood stopped mid-sentence. His eyes narrowed when he saw me."Miss Zana," he said flatly. My name came out like an insult. "How kind of you to grace us with your presence.""I'm sorry, Professor. I got lost-""Silence." He pointed to the front of the classroom. "Since punctuality seems beyond your capabilities, you can stand at the front for the remainder of the hour. Perhaps the embarrassment will teach you to be on time."My face burned hot. Stand at the front? Like a child being punished?But I had no choice. I walked to the front of the classroom. Every step I took fe

ZANA’S POV I was trapped, completely trapped with nowhere to go and no way to escape. My back was against the cold tile wall as Darren's body caged me in. He placed his between my legs and the contact sent heat through me that I couldn't control.The worst part? Underneath the thin towel wrapped around my body, I was completely naked.I could feel him against me…..All of him. I could feel his chest close to mine, his breath on my neck, and lower….pressed against my butt - I could feel how hard he was. His hard on was obvious through his pants.I had the urge to grind against him, to feel his cock between my ass cheeks.Oh goddess.What the hell was wrong with me?My body responded without my permission. I felt my cunt getting heated. My breathing got faster. Between my legs I was getting wet. It seemed like my body was preparing itself for something my mind refused to want."I hate you," I breathed."Liar," Darren murmured against my ear. His voice was rough in a way that made my stom

ZANA’S POVI was halfway through my pathetic lunch - a sandwich I couldn't really taste and water I didn't want - when the servant arrived. It was the same man who'd delivered messages before. He didn't say anything this time. He just handed me a folded piece of heavy paper and walked away.My hands shook as I opened it.Your presence is requested in the East Tower immediately.There was no signature. There were just three wax seals at the bottom - one for each brother.The conversations around me died. Students at nearby tables had seen the servant approach, had watched me open the message. Now they stared. Their eyes were all hungry for gossip."East Tower again," someone whispered, loud enough for me to hear."Third time this week.""Wonder what they're doing to her up there."I heard more whispers, more speculation. Everyone knew what summons to the East Tower meant. It meant more entertainment, more humiliation, more of me being used as a toy for the princes' amusement.I stood,

ZANA’S POVI couldn't stop thinking about last night, about Percy's mouth on me, his hands holding my thighs apart, the way he'd made me come apart on that table while his brothers watched.I kept thinking of that night as I walked through the hallway. My wolf purred in approval. She was just as turned on as I was.I kept thinking about Darren caging me against the sofa, his voice promising things that made me wet just remembering them. I couldn’t forget about Ken's hand on my throat, the dominance in his eyes, the way he'd said he wanted to break me.My body still felt hot. My body still buzzed with desire. I was wet between my legs again just from the memories. I walked through the hallway in a daze, barely aware of where I was going or who was around me.Which is why I didn't see Erica until I'd already crashed into her.Books flew everywhere and fell to the floor. Erica stumbled backward, catching herself against the wall."What the hell?!" she screamed.Her friends surrounded her

ZANA’S POVLunch was the same as always - me sitting alone at my corner table, trying to ignore the stares and whispers. I'd gotten used to it by now, or at least I told myself I had. The loneliness still hurt, but I'd learned to swallow it down with my food and pretend it didn't matter.I was halfway through my sandwich when Vivienne approached. She was one of Erica's friends. She was a tall girl with perfect blonde curls and a smile that never reached her eyes. That smile was plastered on her face now as she stopped next to my table."Zana," she said sweetly but I could tell her tone was fake. "How nice to see you."I didn't respond. I just kept eating and waited for whatever she'd come to say."The princes are having a party tonight," she continued, like we were friends having a casual conversation. "it’s private, very exclusive. Only the most important students are invited."She dropped a cream envelope onto my tray. It landed right on top of my food, getting sauce on the expensive