Bound By The Moon: The Eternal Bond - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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Alpha King Damon’s POV
Power.
It is the foundation upon which everything is built. The air I breathe, the blood I spill, the throne I rule. Without it, a man is nothing. Without it, a King is dust.
I learned this truth the hard way—through betrayal, through fire, through the taste of my own blood. The scar on my face is a reminder, a mark left by the only person who ever dared to challenge my rule. My brother. My own flesh and blood.
He thought himself strong enough to overthrow me. Thought he could strike me down and take what was mine. But he was weak, and the weak have no place in this world. So I cut him down. I watched the light fade from his eyes as he realized—too late—that I was the monster he could never defeat.
That was the day I claimed my throne.
And that was the day I became what I was always meant to be.
The people of my kingdom see me as their savior. Their protector. The Alpha King who brought them stability, strength, and power. They kneel, they bow, they whisper my name with reverence and fear. But they do not know the truth.
They do not know the bodies buried beneath my rule.
They do not know the blood that stains my hands.
And they do not know the war I wage in the shadows.
Alpha Valen. The so-called ruler of the Southern Pack. My greatest enemy.
I had always known that the South could not be trusted. Their pack, their bloodline—they were all tainted with treachery. And I had proof.
Because Alpha Valen’s father killed mine.
The night my father died, I saw the signs. The way his body was left, the marks of a struggle, the scent of another Alpha lingering in the air. My rage was less. My grief was a wildfire, burning through everything.
So I did what needed to be done.
I avenged my father.
I killed Alpha Valen’s father with my own hands. Quietly. Silently. No one knew. No one could ever know.
Because power is not about brute strength. It is about control. And I control everything.
But my revenge did not end there.
One death was not enough. A life for a life was not enough.
I wanted to break them. I wanted the Southern Pack to suffer, to crumble beneath the weight of my fury.
So I did not attack in open battle. That would be too easy, too merciful.
Instead, I dismantled them piece by piece, territory by territory.
And by the time Valen realizes the full extent of my plan, it will already be too late.
But my ambitions do not end with him.
One kingdom is not enough.
I crave more.
The world will kneel before me, or it will bleed beneath my feet.
That is why I sought out the witches.
Their kind is feared, reviled, cast into the shadows by weak men who do not understand true power. But I do. I know the cost of strength, and I am willing to pay it.
So I did.
I let them carve their runes into my skin. I let them whisper their incantations into my bones. I let them take from me what they needed, and in return, they gave me what I desired.
Magic. Dark, ancient, and absolute.
With it, I am unstoppable. No blade can pierce me unless I allow it. No enemy can strike me down. I am more than just an Alpha—I am something greater, something beyond mortal comprehension.
And yet, even with all my power, I was not prepared for her.
Lily.
My mate.
The one thing I had never wanted.
The bond means nothing to me. I have never believed in love, in soulmates, in the idea that some goddess in the sky chooses who we belong to. I choose my own fate. I carve my own path.
And yet...
She stands before me, and bruised, and still, she does not kneel.
She does not tremble.
She does not break.
Her eyes meet mine, full of defiance, daring me to end her.
She is different.
Most crumble beneath my presence, crushed by the sheer weight of my power. Even my most loyal men hesitate to meet my gaze for too long. But not her.
Even now, as my fingers press against her chin, as I tilt her face up to mine, she does not flinch.
I should kill her for her insolence. I should rip out her throat for daring to challenge me.
But I don’t.
Because she is mine.
And maybe, just maybe, she could be useful.
A Queen in name, a weapon in the making.
If she proves herself worthy, she could be more than just a mate. She could be a partner. A shadow in my war. A force beside me as I carve my path to domination.
But if she fails...
Then she will be nothing more than another corpse at my feet.
I watch as she smiles—a small, knowing curve of her lips, as if she sees something in me no one else does.
As if she knows the monster behind my mask.
Good.
Let her see. Let her understand the depths of what I am.
Because one day, she will either stand beside me...
Or she will fall beneath me.
🌕🌕🌕
Hellow wonderfull readers😚, thanks for reading my book. let's meet in the next chapter ⭐⭐
Power.
It is the foundation upon which everything is built. The air I breathe, the blood I spill, the throne I rule. Without it, a man is nothing. Without it, a King is dust.
I learned this truth the hard way—through betrayal, through fire, through the taste of my own blood. The scar on my face is a reminder, a mark left by the only person who ever dared to challenge my rule. My brother. My own flesh and blood.
He thought himself strong enough to overthrow me. Thought he could strike me down and take what was mine. But he was weak, and the weak have no place in this world. So I cut him down. I watched the light fade from his eyes as he realized—too late—that I was the monster he could never defeat.
That was the day I claimed my throne.
And that was the day I became what I was always meant to be.
The people of my kingdom see me as their savior. Their protector. The Alpha King who brought them stability, strength, and power. They kneel, they bow, they whisper my name with reverence and fear. But they do not know the truth.
They do not know the bodies buried beneath my rule.
They do not know the blood that stains my hands.
And they do not know the war I wage in the shadows.
Alpha Valen. The so-called ruler of the Southern Pack. My greatest enemy.
I had always known that the South could not be trusted. Their pack, their bloodline—they were all tainted with treachery. And I had proof.
Because Alpha Valen’s father killed mine.
The night my father died, I saw the signs. The way his body was left, the marks of a struggle, the scent of another Alpha lingering in the air. My rage was less. My grief was a wildfire, burning through everything.
So I did what needed to be done.
I avenged my father.
I killed Alpha Valen’s father with my own hands. Quietly. Silently. No one knew. No one could ever know.
Because power is not about brute strength. It is about control. And I control everything.
But my revenge did not end there.
One death was not enough. A life for a life was not enough.
I wanted to break them. I wanted the Southern Pack to suffer, to crumble beneath the weight of my fury.
So I did not attack in open battle. That would be too easy, too merciful.
Instead, I dismantled them piece by piece, territory by territory.
And by the time Valen realizes the full extent of my plan, it will already be too late.
But my ambitions do not end with him.
One kingdom is not enough.
I crave more.
The world will kneel before me, or it will bleed beneath my feet.
That is why I sought out the witches.
Their kind is feared, reviled, cast into the shadows by weak men who do not understand true power. But I do. I know the cost of strength, and I am willing to pay it.
So I did.
I let them carve their runes into my skin. I let them whisper their incantations into my bones. I let them take from me what they needed, and in return, they gave me what I desired.
Magic. Dark, ancient, and absolute.
With it, I am unstoppable. No blade can pierce me unless I allow it. No enemy can strike me down. I am more than just an Alpha—I am something greater, something beyond mortal comprehension.
And yet, even with all my power, I was not prepared for her.
Lily.
My mate.
The one thing I had never wanted.
The bond means nothing to me. I have never believed in love, in soulmates, in the idea that some goddess in the sky chooses who we belong to. I choose my own fate. I carve my own path.
And yet...
She stands before me, and bruised, and still, she does not kneel.
She does not tremble.
She does not break.
Her eyes meet mine, full of defiance, daring me to end her.
She is different.
Most crumble beneath my presence, crushed by the sheer weight of my power. Even my most loyal men hesitate to meet my gaze for too long. But not her.
Even now, as my fingers press against her chin, as I tilt her face up to mine, she does not flinch.
I should kill her for her insolence. I should rip out her throat for daring to challenge me.
But I don’t.
Because she is mine.
And maybe, just maybe, she could be useful.
A Queen in name, a weapon in the making.
If she proves herself worthy, she could be more than just a mate. She could be a partner. A shadow in my war. A force beside me as I carve my path to domination.
But if she fails...
Then she will be nothing more than another corpse at my feet.
I watch as she smiles—a small, knowing curve of her lips, as if she sees something in me no one else does.
As if she knows the monster behind my mask.
Good.
Let her see. Let her understand the depths of what I am.
Because one day, she will either stand beside me...
Or she will fall beneath me.
🌕🌕🌕
Hellow wonderfull readers😚, thanks for reading my book. let's meet in the next chapter ⭐⭐
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