All Chapters of Bound to the Alpha Twins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

48 Chapters

Not Even Me

Gertha was waiting inside the entrance, her hands folded and her face as neutral as ever."My lady," she greeted and took my bag without asking, hefting it over her shoulder.Then she turned and walked down the corridor, her footsteps soft on the stone, I followed closely behind.The palace was so quiet, that my mere breath felt too loud."The Queen has requested your presence," Gertha said."After you have settled.""Settled where?""In your room, it's the same one as before."We turned a corner. The only sounds that reached filled the air were our footsteps and the distant crackle of torches."Ophelia." My feet stilled. The voice was female, low, unhurried, a voice that did not need to rise to be heard. It came from somewhere to my left. Gertha stopped too, her back still to me.I turned my head in the direction the voice has come from.A woman stood a few paces away, her gaze focused on me. She was taller than I was, her posture loose and easy, one shoulder leaning against the wal

Hell Would Break Loose

It was dark and the moon was high in the sky when Kaelan returned. Silver Fang was asleep.He had been at the northern border since midday, inspecting the watchtowers and listening to reports of rogues testing the perimeter. Nothing had happened, nothing ever happened, however, his father insisted on regular patrols, and Kaelan had stopped arguing over such matters years ago.His boots were damp from wet roads, his coat smelled of earth and rain.He craved a fire's warmth, a hot drink and sleep. But as he turned the route toward his chambers, he saw a light coming from the small sitting room at the end of the hall.Elara was inside, stretched across the sofa with a book in her hand. She did not look up from its pages when he entered."What are you still doing up, Buggy?""Stop it," her lips thinned as her gaze lifted to her brother's face."What?" He said, stifling a laugh."Buggy, it's been years and you still choose to torment me with it."Buggy was a nickname which was born from Ela

Where She Belongs

The tray held a bowl of porridge that had steam rising from it, a cup of water and a spoon, exactly as I had requested.The steam rose into my nostrils. Porridge was my comfort food, especially the way my mother prepared it.I tasted a spoonful, and a moan slipped from my mouth."Are you just going to stand there watching me?""I'm to be at your beck and call, my lady," Gertha said, standing by the door, her hands folded."I do not look helpless to you, do I?""No, but it is my duty. I'm paid to.""Leave. I want to be on my own," I said, finality in my tone."As you wish, my lady." She bowed her head slightly. "When you are finished, I will come back for the tray.""I can take it.""The kitchens are not for guests.""I am not a guest."She looked at me. "You are not staff either."I ate another spoonful. The silence was not uncomfortable, but it was not easy."I will take the tray," I said again.Gertha walked to the door and opened it. "Leave it. I will collect it," she said, closing

One Day Can Feel Like a Lifetime

Kaelan held the door open and stepped inside, his broad frame filling the room with a heavy presence that made the air feel thicker. He left the door open behind him, as if he wanted the rest of the palace to know he was here with me.I backed up slowly until the edge of the bed pressed against the back of my legs, my pulse hammering in my throat. The bond between us stirred immediately, a hum that urged me to move closer even as caution kept me rooted in place.“Welcome to the palace, Ophelia,” he said, his voice carefully controlled, though I could see the restless movement of his wolf just beneath the surface, simmering with jealousy.“Thank you,” I replied softly.He studied me for a moment before his gaze swept briefly around the room and then returned to me. “I wanted to come see you last night after I was back from pack business when I heard of your return, but the hour was quite late. There are always expectations pulling at us here.”I nodded, unsure what to say. The bond tugg

A Girl Whose Hands Glow

The evening light came through the high window, slanted and gold, catching the dust that floated in the air. A figure sat in a high-backed chair near the wall, face hidden by the angle of the light and the shadow of a dark hood. Their hands rested on the arms of the chair patiently.Across from them, a man in plain clothes stood with his hands behind his back. His posture was straight and professional, but a thin line of sweat traced his temple.“She arrived at sundown yesterday,” the man said. “Gertha met her by the entrance, and the Queen summoned her within the hour.”The figure remained still. “What did they discuss?”“The guards were posted outside. The servants were cleared from the corridor. I could not get close enough to hear.”The air in the room felt heavier.“I pay you to get close enough.”“Yes, you do, but the Queen’s personal guards are not easy to bypass. If I had tried, I would have been caught.”“And yet you stand here. Alive. Proudly telling me you failed.”The man

Choose You

"You should be in bed," Selene said as she entered the room."I am not tired." Aldric watched her cross the room, her night robe whispering against the stone floor. The Queen's hair hung loose over one shoulder, silver threading through the dark strands that caught the dying firelight. She stopped beside his chair and rested a hand on his shoulder.He loved seeing her like this, with the muscles of her face calm."You say that every night before something important," she said softly. "Come lie down, at least pretend to rest."He covered her hand with his own, his fingers warm against hers, and turned his head to press a brief kiss to her palm. "The trials begin tomorrow at first light, I keep going over it all; the challenges, the omega, our sons."Selene pulled up the low stool beside him and sat, their knees brushing. She kept her hand in his. "Then talk it through with me instead of staring into the blue like it holds answers. What is weighing on you most?"The King let out a long b

The First

The morning came too quickly.I stood in the grand hall of the palace, dressed in the pale blue gown Gertha had laid out for me. The fabric was soft, the sleeves long, the hem brushing the floor.My hair had been pinned with care, a few loose strands left to soften the severity. I kept my hands clasped in front of me so no one would see them tremble.The hall was already full. Nobles filled the benches on either side. At the far end, the high table stood draped in white cloth, set with silver and glass.The Council sat behind it. Darkholme at the center, elder Zakira to his left and elder Torben, elder Obelix. The others whose names I had memorized but never spoken aloud.The King was there and the Queen sat to his right.No one was looking at me yet.I stood near the doors, a steward beside me. He had been assigned to announce me and had not spoken since we arrived."Wait for your name," he had said. I waited.The murmuring continued; a nobleman laughed somewhere to my left, a woman

"Enough," He Said

The recess ended quicker than I had expected and I walked back to the center of the floor while the nobles had resumed their seats.Darkholme remained standing at the high table. “We proceed. Ophelia Tyme will now field questions from the assembly. You will address each with the decorum expected of your position.”I inclined my head slightly. “I am prepared, Councilor.”A stout man from the eastern delegation rose first. His robes carried subtle embroidery of interlocking rivers. “In the matter of receiving a delegation bearing formal gifts, how would one balance acknowledgment of the offering with the dignity of the crown?”I kept my hands relaxed at my sides. “One expresses measured appreciation for the gesture while affirming the longstanding ties between the packs. A brief acknowledgment of the gift’s symbolism, followed by assurance that such contributions strengthen the realm as a whole.”He tilted his head. “And if the delegation seeks greater recognition than protocol allows?”

Distant Cousins

The hall held its breath after Lucian’s interruption, but Darkholme recovered quickly and nodded to a new speaker.The woman returned to her seat and an older nobleman rose from the northern benches, his reputation for knowing ancient law well established.Lord Veylan sized me up before speaking.“Ophelia Tyme,” he began, his voice formal, “consider this scenario. A lord dies without a clear heir. Two distant cousins both claim the title, each producing ancient documents that support their case. One has the backing of the northern packs, who are powerful but easily offended. The other has served the crown loyally for decades but lacks strong allies. How would you advise the King to proceed without alienating either faction?”The question was not in the book. I had read about succession, about the weight of documents and the importance of loyalty, but this was layered with politics, perception, and the delicate balance of power.My mind raced through various possibilities: a public hear

Four Thanks Too Many

Lucian pushed off the wall and stepped fully into the corridor, his posture still relaxed, almost casual.Riven had already disappeared down the hall.The firelight caught the sharp edges of his face as he looked at me, and there was something in the way he watched me, something soft.“You handled yourself quite well in there,” he said. His voice was soothing, making Swift purr somewhere deep in my chest.“You think so?” I asked, shocked.“I think it was pretty clear, wasn’t it? Even a blind man would have seen it.”I blinked, caught off guard by the near-kindness. “Thank you.”“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, “not right after the hall emptied. It invites talk.”My hands folded in front of the pale blue dress, the fabric suddenly feeling stiff again. “I was heading back to my room when I overheard you talking, and I decided to come say thank you.”A hint of confusion crossed his face. “For what?”“Really?” I laughed lightly, the sound surprising even me. “For helping me out with t

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