All Chapters of TIDEBOUND: THE ALPHA'S PRISONER : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

BIANCA'S POV"Why would a lovely damsel like you be heading to a hellhole like Dartmoor Island?"The captain's voice pulled me from my trance. I stood at the edge of the railing, watching the dark waves crash against the hull.The sharp wind struck my ankles. I shivered."I simply have no other way to go," I whispered. "I don't have options."I tried to keep my voice steady, but the dread was overwhelming. Tears threatened to spill, hot and stinging against the cold sea spray.The captain, an old-school human with a thick white beard, studied me.His eyes dropped lower. He wasn't looking at my curves. He was staring at the jagged scar that ran from my neck down to my chin.I pulled my coat tighter."You seem like the sort that is running from something," he said, his voice rough but not unkind. "Everything about you screams fear.""Fear is all I have left," I replied.He turned his gaze toward the horizon, where a dark landmass was rising from the mist."Dartmoor Island is pure heave

BIANCA'S POVI froze immediately, for a second I couldn't move an inch, I was being surrounded on all.I was panicking the whole time. It wasn't just that they were shifters. It was the look in their eyes which screamed hunger and lust.I took a step back, feeling a sudden weakness in my feet."She's a nice catch," one of them sneered again, licking his lips.His tongue dragged across his bottom lip slowly. The others chuckled, a sound like gravel scraping against bone. They weren't just threatening me; they were enjoying it.I realized my mistake too late. Dartmoor was a prison island. Most of the convicts were male. A woman—even a scarred, rejected one like me—was a prize.I'd been on Dartmoor for less than twenty minutes.I tried to retreat, but the hedges behind me rustled. Two more men stepped out, blocking my path to the port.Trapped.My wolf snarled, urging me to shift, to fight. But I was outnumbered and exhausted from the journey. Even at full strength, I'd never faced odds

FLETCHER'S POVSnap....My bones crunched back into place, a symphony of agony.Each joints realigned with a loud crack that echoed through the empty road. A burning sensation raced down my spine, and I bit back with a scream. After decades of shifting, you'd think I'd get used to the pain. I never did.I gasped, clutching my side. The skin knit together, sealing the deep wound Logan's men had left, but the phantom pain remained.My fingers came away sticky with blood—some mine, some theirs. The silver traces in the wound made my skin itch and burn as my body fought to expel the foreign substance.I stood up, naked and covered in dirt.I didn't care about the nudity. Carlos and I had shifted in front of each other a thousand times.My clothes were scattered across the road in shredded pieces, soaked in blood. I'll probably need new ones before we reached Centro Villa, but that was a problem for later."I don't know whether to be happy or offended," I rasped, spitting blood onto the