All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ALPHA I SWORE TO KILL: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

🪷ISORA🪷"Leaving?" I asked, utterly confused by the urgency in his voice. The word hung in the air between us, and I searched his face for an explanation, for a hint of what was happening, for something that would make sense of why he was pulling me away from the pack when we had just dealt with Asher and Nora and everything else that had happened in the past twenty four hours. My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to, and I hated how weak I sounded. "Why are we leaving?"He took in a deep breath and passed his hand through his thick black hair, the strands falling back into place as soon as his fingers moved through them. I watched watched the way his jaw tightened and his shoulders tensed and his eyes darkened with something I had not seen before. He was not looking at me. He was looking past me, through the window, at something I could not see, something that was not there yet but was coming."The full moon is coming." He said, and his voice was low and careful, like he was

🪷ISORA🪷I stopped on my track.Right in front of me was a very big dark wolf, its fur black as the space between stars, its body massive and powerful, its muscles coiled under its skin like it was ready to spring. I should have been terrified. I should have turned and run in the other direction, should have screamed, should have done anything other than stand there frozen with my heart pounding in my chest and my breath caught in my throat.But I was not terrified.The wolf had blue eyes. Sea blue eyes, the same shade as the man I had left behind at the river, the same shade that had haunted my dreams since the first time I looked into them and felt the bond snap into place. Those eyes were looking at me now, and they were not the red of the beast I had shot at Winterfell. They were blue. Clear and bright and so familiar that my chest ached.The wolf took a step toward me. My body wanted to move backward, I wanted to run, I wanted to put distance between us, but my feet stayed plant

🪷ISORA🪷The drizzling was cold and relentless, soaking into the stone beneath my back, dripping from the ends of my hair, running in rivulets down my neck and between my breasts. Adrian's thumb continued its slow, torturous circles on my clit, and I could feel myself trembling, shaking, falling apart beneath his hands, but it was not enough. His finger was still inside me, just one, and I could feel the emptiness around it, the ache of wanting more, needing more, needing to be stretched and filled and claimed."Put it in," I had said, but he had not listened. He had not given me what I asked for. His thumb kept moving, pressing and circling, and his finger curled inside me, brushing against a spot that made my vision blur at the edges, but it was still not enough.He lowered his head to my breast again, his mouth closing around my nipple, and the heat of his tongue against the cold rain on my skin made me gasp. He sucked hard, pulling at me, drawing the sensation up from somewhere d

😈AZRIAN😈The rain had not stopped. It fell in sheets, soaking through my cloak, dripping from my hood, turning the ground beneath our feet into a river of mud and blood waiting to be spilled. The moon hung overhead, full and silver, too bright for a night that should have been dark, casting long shadows across the pack lands that stretched out before us like a wound waiting to be opened. The water ran in rivulets down my face, down my neck, down my arms, and I welcomed the cold because it kept me focused, kept me sharp, kept me from thinking about what my brother might be doing to her at this very moment.We marched into the pack in silence. No war cries, no pounding drums, no warning of any kind. My army moved like shadows through the trees, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight, their eyes fixed on the buildings ahead. I had instructed them to surround every corner, to leave no path of escape, to cut down anyone who stood between me and what I had come for. They fanned out throu

🐺ADRIAN🐺The moon was burning through my veins and Killian was clawing at the inside of my skull, demanding blood, demanding violence, demanding that I tear apart the warm body beneath me before it could hurt me.My bones had already shifted and my body had already transformed and my fur was matted with rain and my claws were extended and my teeth were aching for flesh. I was the beast, fully and completely, and the man I had been was drowning somewhere beneath the red haze of hunger and rage.She was beneath me on the cold rock at the top of the mountain, her hair spread out like dark silk, her chest heaving, her legs wrapped around my massive body. The rain was still falling, soaking both of us, and her skin was warm despite the cold, and her heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it through her chest, through the bond that was straining between us like a rope about to snap.Her hazel eyes were looking up at me, and there was no fear in them, only a desperate kind of hope th