Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers

Evaline:

For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer.

He just watched me with that same smirk resting on his lips. His eyes looked sharp, observant... almost entertained by the way my entire world had just tilted off its axis.

My question hung in the air between us as silence stretched to an uncomfortable length.

And in that silence, my mind began to race.

Think, Eva.

There had to be a way to turn this.

To make him speak without giving anything away.

To pull information from him-

But before I could even begin to form a plan...

He spoke.

His tone was casual, like he was talking about something insignificant.

"I met that ancient soul during summer vacation," he said, almost lazily. "Last year."

I listened silently, only now finding out for just how long he had been planning all this.

"Rogue Alphas’ men were chasing me ever since I escaped from the exile." He revealed, his tone sour as he talked about his so-called hardships. "Even joining the rogue groups didn’t help as they too were recklessly fighting against the Alphas all the time."

The smile returned to his lips as he continued, "But then I finally located you... more specifically... your scent. At that house behind the academy."

I stopped breathing for a moment. So that’s when and how he found me.

"I soon realized you were hiding at Silver Moon. So I planned to enter that place too. And during the summer vacation, I just thought about taking a look around the academy."

Considering his personality, it wasn’t weird that he went sneaking around the academy before getting into that place as a student.

"Honestly, that place always intrigued me," he said. "The best Werewolf academy."

His smirk deepened. "Besides, I wanted to find out where you lived in that academy."

A cold shiver ran down my spine, but I forced myself to keep a straight face.

"So I snuck in." He continued, "I wasn’t expecting to find anything interesting," he added. "But then..."

His eyes darkened slightly.

"I found it."

The air left my lungs. I knew exactly what he found - the Great Evil.

My fingers curled weakly against my lap as dread began to coil inside me.

"And for a moment," he went on, his voice lowering just slightly, "I really thought that was the end of me."

His lips curled into something darker, something... wrong. "But it didn’t kill me."

My brows furrowed faintly, confusion flickering through the fear.

Why-

"It let me go," he said.

What?

"That thing had just fed a few days earlier," he explained, his tone disturbingly calm. "It couldn’t handle another wolf so soon."

My heart began to pound as I saw his smile spread further into something cruel, something twisted as he added, "Draven Thorne’s wolf."

Everything inside me stopped.

No.

No-

The words echoed in my head, repeating over and over like something I couldn’t escape.

Draven.

My chest tightened so violently it hurt to breathe.

"...was already too much for it to handle," Damian continued, completely unaware - or perhaps completely uncaring - about the way my entire world had just shattered again.

Or maybe he was aware. Maybe that was the point.

"No..." The word slipped out of me, broken and barely audible.

I shook my head weakly, trying to shake off the images of Draven’s unconscious body.

My vision blurred as the weight of it crashed over me all at once. It wasn’t just the tragedy, or the memory of that day, but hearing it like this - so casually, so coldly - like it meant nothing.

Like he meant nothing.

My throat tightened painfully and a tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.

Then another.

And another.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The pain was too sharp, too fresh, too real.

While my mate still lingered somewhere between life and death, my worst enemy stood in front of me unscathed, talking about it like it was just a step in his plan.

A detail.

A convenience.

My chest ached as if something inside me was being torn apart all over again.

"I thought I would be its next meal," Damian continued, his tone almost amused. "But instead... I became something far more useful."

My gaze snapped to him, my vision still blurred with tears. "Useful?" I whispered.

He tilted his head slightly. "It didn’t need to consume me," he said. "So instead," he went on, his eyes gleaming with something dark, "it let me live."

He paused for a moment and then added, "And then we talked."

My breath caught.

"You..." I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

"You are surprised?" he asked, almost mocking.

I stared at him, horror slowly settling into every part of me. "You became... its friend?" I whispered.

The word felt wrong. But he didn’t deny it. If anything, he looked pleased.

"It’s quite intelligent," he said. "Ancient. Powerful. Curious."

My pulse roared in my ears.

"And very willing to share," he added.

So that’s how he found out about Draven being one of the soul death victims.

"The Rogue Alphas," Damian continued, "are one of their kind. And Draven being one of them, his wolf was really powerful... powerful enough to ease the almost never-ending hunger of the ancient soul."

His smile turned evil as he fixed his gaze in mine. "It did tell me just how much he liked the taste of your mate’s wolf."

My chest tightened again, pain flaring fresh and raw. If not for the fact that my hands were bound, I would have already slapped him. But since I couldn’t do that, my pain decided to come out in form of more tears.

And that... that finally frustrated Damian. The shift was immediate. His expression darkened, the calm vanished, replaced by something far more volatile.

"Are you crying for him?"

Before I could react... the slap came. Sharp and violent.

My head snapped to the side as pain exploded across my cheek, the force of it sending a ringing through my ears.

A gasp tore from my lips. And before I could recover, his hand was in my hair again - gripping, yanking, forcing my head back.

"Look at me." His voice was low, dangerous.

I struggled to focus, my vision swimming as tears continued to blur everything.

"I said - look at me."

I forced my eyes up, and what I saw made my breath catch - anger, jealousy, possession - all twisted together into something terrifying.

"You are crying for another man?" he demanded. His grip tightened, making pain shot through my scalp.

"You would better hold those tears back," he continued, his voice dropping into something colder. "You are going to need them."

A chill ran through me.

"What...?" My voice shook. "What do you mean?"

For a second, he just stared at me. Then, slowly, that smile returned. And it looked worse than before, more sinister, more certain.

"I told you... I’m going to take care of the rest of your mates," he said.

My heart skipped.

"No-"

"I’m going to lead them straight to the ancient soul," he added, "And then, I’ll let the soul take care of them."

Everything inside me froze.

"No." The word came out stronger this time, desperate. "You can’t-"

"I can," he said simply, and the certainty in his voice made my blood run cold.

"I have always known I couldn’t kill them myself," he admitted, his grip loosening slightly... but didn’t release me. "They are Rogue Alphas," he went on. "Stronger than most."

A faint shrug.

"So I found something that could do it for me."

My stomach dropped.

The Great Evil.

"Once their wolves are gone..." he continued, almost thoughtfully, "they’ll be as good as dead." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

My breath came out in uneven bursts.

"With no cure," he added. "There would be no recovery."

Tears blurred my vision again.

"After that," he said, his voice softening slightly as his gaze locked onto mine again, "there’ll be nothing left in my way."

My chest tightened painfully.

"Just you and me."

The words felt like chains wrapping around my throat.

"And the soul?" I managed to ask, my voice barely steady. "Why would it help you?"

His smile widened as he answered, "Because it wants more."

My pulse roared.

"After Draven," he said, his tone almost reverent, "it realized something."

I felt sick.

"That kind of power..." he continued. "It’s rare... and addictive."

My hands trembled faintly against my restraints.

"It broke through its seals after consuming him," he added. "Do you know what that means?"

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.

"It’s free," he said softly. "Or close enough."

A chill ran down my spine.

"And once it consumes the rest of them..." his eyes gleamed, "it won’t just break through the academy’s wards... It’ll become unstoppable."

Silence fell. Heavy. Suffocating.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All I could feel... was fear - for my mates, for what was coming, for what Damian had planned.

He leaned closer, his gaze sharp and focused as he spoke quietly. "Now, tell me little sister, where is it?"

My breath stilled.

"I went back to the academy," he continued. "But the soul wasn’t there." A flicker of something darker passed through his eyes. "Instead..."

His lips curved slightly.

"I smelled you... and the rogue Alphas. It was strong enough to let me know you all went there recently. And I know, it’s you all who did something to the ancient soul."

My pulse pounded violently.

"And I want to know what."

His gaze locked onto mine - unrelenting, demanding, terrifying.

"Where is the ancient soul now, Eva?"