All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ALPHA I SWORE TO KILL: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

🪷ISORA🪷The bonfire night was here and everyone was moving around the compound like busy ants, setting up torches and arranging seating and carrying trays of food and drink, without even questioning the absence of their Alpha.I had to give it to Garrick. He really did know how to keep everything together, how to smile and nod and deflect questions with the ease of someone who had been doing it for years. No one looked at him twice. No one wondered why Adrian was not there to light the first fire or welcome the guests or stand at the head of the celebration like he had every year before this one.Adrian was still unconscious. The healer had come the night Garrick shot him, had removed the arrows with steady hands and a grim face, had cleaned the wounds and stitched them closed and wrapped fresh bandages around his chest. He had said Adrian would wake up soon, that the medicine needed time to work, that the curse needed time to settle.But it had been two days, and he was still uncon

🗡️ASHER🗡️This was my only chance to get what belonged to me rightfully. My chance to claim and mark Isora as mine. I had been waiting for years, watching her from the shadows, loving her from a distance, hoping that one day she would see me the way I saw her. And now, finally, I was going to take what should have been mine from the beginning.She might not love me now, but she would grow to love me. She would appreciate what I did for her, the sacrifices I made, the years I spent protecting her when she did not even know she needed protecting. Adrian was not good for her, and she did not understand that. He was a monster, a beast, a man who would destroy her without any form of hesitation. I was the one who had been there for her. I was the one who had held her when she cried and trained with her when she was tired and followed her into enemy territory without asking questions.Nora had helped me. She had slipped the aphrodisiac into Isora's drink and passed it to the omega servant

🐺ADRIAN🐺I pushed the door to my room open and laid her down on the bed, her body limp and trembling, her skin still burning with a heat that should have cooled by now. The drug was still in her system, still making her whimper and squirm, still making her reach for me with hands that did not know what they wanted.I left her there and went to my desk, pulling open the drawer where I kept the medicines, my hand closing around the bottle I needed. The one that'd counter back the aphrodisiac.I carried it to the bed and tipped it to her lips. She coughed and sputtered, the liquid dripping down her chin, but she swallowed. I could have touched her. I could have fingered her to release, given her body what it craved, made the heat break the easy way. But she had just been almost violated. Asher's hands had been on her, his body pressed against hers, his intentions clear. I would not be like him. I would not take advantage of her when she could not think clearly, even though the heat was

🪷ISORA🪷The harsh light from the window woke me, and I opened my eyes slowly to find myself in Adrian's room. The curtains were pulled back, sunlight streaming through the glass and flooding the space with a brightness that felt almost aggressive after the darkness of the night before.Since when had he started allowing this much light in his room? He had always preferred the dark, the shadows, the dim glow of candles over the harshness of the sun.Then the fragments of everything that went down came back with a violent force, slamming into my chest and making me clench my fists in the bedsheets. The bonfire. The drink. The heat that had come out of nowhere, burning through my veins and making me desperate and weak. Asher carrying me to his room, his hands on me, his body pressing mine down. The sound of my dress tearing. The feel of his mouth trying to claim mine.I sat up and pressed my palms against my eyes until I saw stars, trying to push the images away, trying to forget the w

🪷ISORA🪷 Adrian set me down on the kitchen counter gently, his hands lingering on my waist for a moment longer than necessary before he stepped back. The stone was cool beneath my thighs through the shorts I was wearing, and I watched as he moved around the kitchen with a purpose I had never seen in him before. The morning light streamed through the windows, bright and golden, and the dust motes danced in the air around him. "Do not move." He said, and I nodded. "What are you doing?" I asked as he pulled a frying pan from the hook on the wall and set it on the stove with a clatter that echoed through the quiet room. "Making you something to eat." He said it simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like he had not just spent the morning torturing a man and getting his hands covered in blood. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and I could see the bandages on his chest through the open collar of his shirt, the white fabric stark against his tan skin. "An Alpha