All Chapters of TWO ALPHAS ONE BOND : Chapter 101 - Chapter 109

ZEVIARThree days. That’s how long it had been. Three days of absolute silence where her presence used to be. No bond, no warmth, just a hollow ache in my chest that had been a constant companion since she was isolated. It was a clean, cold emptiness, like a room where something vital had been removed, and the air hadn't yet learned how to fill the void.Zayn had been on edge since the second day of her isolation. This wasn't his usual controlled restlessness, the kind he brought to council meetings or battle plans. This was something rawer. He was pacing the confines of my chest in the dead of night, pressing against the walls with an urgency I hadn't felt since we were young and still struggling to contain ourselves. I hadn't shifted in four days. I was afraid of what might happen if I did, with him so unsettled and the bond so quiet. There was nothing to anchor us except pack duty and the rigid discipline I'd spent thirty years forging into my very bones.Pack duty had been the onl

ORIONThe silence from the bond had been a gaping hole for days, and I’d been doing my best to patch it up, stitch by stitch. It was the one thing no one seemed to notice, or at least, no one bothered to ask about. Not Zeviar, not Jaxon, not any of the council members who’d been circling this whole mess for weeks, drowning us all in reports and legal jargon and their carefully phrased anxieties. Nobody ever asked how Orion was holding up. Because Orion? Orion was always holding up. He was the one who’d shown up at Lyra’s chamber door, breathless, at midnight, having driven through the night the second he’d heard. He was the one who’d laughed in the face of isolation protocols, pack law, and every other barrier that stood between him and the people he loved.Orion was fine. Orion was always fine.Except I hadn't shifted in six days.Rhys had gone quiet the same morning the bond did. Not gone, but withdrawn in a way I'd never felt from him before. It was like he was sitting very still

LYRAThe officiator's voice hadn't even finished before Morgana was moving.No pause. No circling. Not the careful, patient woman who had watched Morvaine work from the stands with her arms folded, and her face arranged into something unreadable. That woman had died the moment Morvaine turned to stone, and what had crossed the arena floor to stand opposite me now was something rawer and more dangerous than anything the trial's terms had prepared me for.Grief, wearing Morgana's face, with all of Morgana's training behind it.I moved left, lateral, the way Darius had drilled into me a hundred times in that courtyard, and felt the fractured ribs register every step with a specificity that was almost impressive. The first aid wrapping helped. Marginally. Enough to breathe through. Not enough to pretend two bones weren't sitting somewhere they weren't supposed to be.Morgana adjusted instantly, reading the movement before I'd finished making it, and the strike that came caught my shoulder

ORIONThe arena hummed with a different kind of energy at 7pm. It wasn't louder, not exactly. If anything, the crowd had hushed, settling into that particular quiet that comes when everyone knows they're about to witness the culmination of everything. Torches, lit as the sun dipped below the horizon, cast a warm glow across the stone floor. Above, the sky bled from grey to the deep, velvety blue of early evening, pricked by the first hesitant stars.The moon was ascending.I felt its presence, a tangible pull that resonated through every wolf in the stands, an ancient instinct that predated pack law, that spoke to the very core of our being. Rhys stirred within me, more keenly aware than he had been all day, drawn to the surface by the same primal force that had always called to us.I gripped the barrier, forcing myself to breathe. Beside me, Zeviar mirrored my stance, hands pressed flat against the cool stone, jaw tight, his gaze locked on the imposing iron doors at opposite ends of