Page 8 of Bound to Four Alphas

Selena shrank away, something growing in her, not fear anymore, butanger.

“—ever since The Breaking, I knew it wasn’t over—”

“—want a war, then we’ll give them one!”

“Enough!” she shouted, and something inside deep below, deep in the earth beneath her, snapped.

The effect was instant.

A blast of silver light exploded from the tree, racing through the clearing, encompassing them all, bathing them in starlight.

Selena could only watch as silver threads, tiny chains, wove their way between the four alphas, binding them together.She shrank back as each of them howled in shock and outrage, wrenching this way and that, trying to escape the tendrils.

She sucked in a breath, huddling back into the tree, heart racing.

And then, just like that, it was over.

The alphas staggered to their feet, clutching their chests, looking wildly between each other. Elian had fallen from the tree, landing as gracefully as a cat, and Ronan turned to him. Lightning sparked from all their skin.

“You! What did you do?” he roared, descending on him.

“I didn’t do anything!” Elian replied, shoving past him. As they made contact, the lightning cracked between them, and they fell away from each other, bellowing in pain.

“Fuck,” growled Ronan, staggering back to his feet, rubbing his arm. “What the fuck was that?”

Elian whipped around, eyes narrowing on Selena. The other three alphas paused too, their brows furrowed, expressions grim.

They seemed to reach some conclusion at the same time.

“Is it possible?” asked Kaelen.

Elian’s jaw was tight, “Only in the ancient tomes. But yes, it’s technically possible.”

He turned to the other alphas, running a hand through his hair. “The forest has bound the four of us into a pack.”

Chapter 4 - Ronan

A pack.

The words reverberated through him, shock and anger coalescing into a deep rumbling within his chest. A pack.

Afuckingpack.

Elian’s face, normally smug enough that Ronan wanted to break his jaw, was set in grim determination. The serious expression on the normally so mischievous Fae was enough to send a small tendril of fear through his stomach.

The magic, fizzing and crackling down his skin, was burning itself off, the silver glow sparking before fading away. The other alphas, the dragon king and the monster bastard, were staring in disbelief at their hands.

Let them. He would be getting answers one way or another.

“I already have a fucking pack,” he growled, stalking towards Elian, the slippery alpha jumping out of range of his fists, “so why don’t you tell me what the hell we’re supposed to do about this before I break yourfucking—”

The fresh scent of fear, thick and choking, stopped him dead in his tracks.

He turned back to her. To the omega bound to the tree, eyes wide and limbs trembling as she tried to back as far away from him as her bonds would allow.

Well, fuck.

Ronan’s desire to pummel Elian into the ground faded, a sharp spike of anxiety replacing it at the distress of the little omega. She was hurt, cold, terrified of all of them. And thatbothered him more than he liked for one who wasn’t a member of his clan.

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