Bonded to My Ex's Alpha Brother Chapter 210

Erin’s POV

"Yes, Alpha," Tom and Mark replied together, shock visible on their faces before they hid it.

I stared at Derek, my face blank though my insides were churning. I noticed how he rolled his shoulders slightly, as if working out tension. His wound didn't seem to bother him at all now, and I wondered if he'd already healed – Alpha wolves healed faster than others, especially ones as powerful as Derek.

Derek stalked toward me. He leaned close to me, his breath warm against my ear. "I'll give you everything you want. But you'll never get the one thing my wolf wanted to give you, and that's my love."

The words hurt more than they should have. I didn't want his love—did I? No. I hated him. But something in me responded to his closeness, to the heat radiating from his body.

"I will never forgive you," I whispered back, noticing how his jaw tightened at my words. "You made me give up my binding ceremony with Alexander, forced me to marry you."

"You're right. That's exactly what I did," Derek admitted, his voice low and rough. One corner of his mouth lifted in a triumphant half-smile. "What now? Will you go crying to your ex-fiancé?"

He tried to touch my head, his hand hovering near my hair, but I pushed his hand away. He smiled fully then, a sharp, dangerous smile that didn't reach his eyes. His fingers flexed at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to grab me.

"Tell your ex-fiancé that Alpha Derek is back," he said, tapping his chest with one finger for emphasis, his stance wide and dominating. "And if he dares to come for me, he better be ready to die."

Outside the Stone Group building, I walked with heavy steps. Derek had won. He had forced me to become his wife to save my mother.

A black sedan stopped in front of me, and the driver stepped out to open the door.

"Miss Blackwood, please get in," the driver said. "Alpha has ordered me to take you to the Darkwood Pack hospital."

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Third POV

In a lavish apartment across town, a young girl, barely eighteen, lay trembling on a king-sized bed, her wrists bound by cold steel handcuffs that bit into her skin, leaving raw, red welts.

Her frail body was a canvas of cruelty—bite marks, some deep enough to ooze blood, marred her pale shoulders and thighs, staining the silk sheets beneath her. Bruises bloomed across her arms and ribs, purple and blue splotches that told a story of relentless torment. Her eyes, swollen from hours of crying, were dull with exhaustion, yet fear still flickered in their depths as she tugged weakly against her restraints, each movement sending a jolt of pain through her aching limbs. Her breath hitched, a soft sob escaping her lips as she tried to shrink away from the man looming over her.

Alpha Alexander stood at the edge of the bed, his imposing frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the dim light of the room. His eyes gleamed with a perverse delight, drinking in her fear as if it were fine wine.

A cruel smirk played on his lips as he leaned down, his fingers trailing along her bruised jaw with a mocking tenderness that made her flinch. He savored the way her body tensed, the way her breath caught in her throat, anticipating the next wave of pain.

"You’re so fragile," he murmured, his voice low and taunting, "but that’s what makes this fun." He pressed his thumb against a fresh bruise on her cheek, relishing her sharp gasp, his smirk widening as her eyes squeezed shut in agony.

"Please... please let me go," the girl whispered, her voice barely audible, cracked from hours of pleading. Her lips trembled, her body shaking as she tried to curl in on herself, but the cuffs held her in place, exposed and vulnerable.

Alexander chuckled, a guttural sound that echoed with malice. "How could I let you go, darling?" he said, his tone dripping with false sweetness. "I paid for you for the entire night, and I’m far from finished." He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear as he gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His fingers dug into her bruised skin, and she whimpered, a sound that only fueled his sadistic pleasure. Slowly, deliberately, he trailed his hand down her neck, pausing to press against a fresh bite mark, watching her squirm as pain flared across her features. He reveled in her helplessness, in the power he held over every shudder, every tear.

With a sudden motion, he sank his teeth into her collarbone, not hard enough to draw blood this time, but enough to elicit a choked cry. Her body jerked against the restraints, and he pulled back, admiring the new mark with a satisfied glint in his eyes.

A sharp knock at the door interrupted his cruel game. "Alpha."

Alexander’s expression twisted into a scowl, his mood souring instantly. He lingered a moment, his hand still gripping the girl’s arm, as if reluctant to abandon his sadistic play. With a growl of frustration, he released her, letting her collapse against the pillows, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. He rose from the bed, his movements fluid and predatory, pulling on a pair of pants as he stalked toward the door, his irritation palpable.

In the apartment’s opulent living room, Alexander checked his phone, noting several missed calls he’d ignored. His Delta stood waiting, eyes averted from his Alpha’s half-dressed state, sensing the dangerous tension in the air.

"If you don’t have a better reason for interrupting my pleasure, I swear you’ll pay for it today," Alexander warned, his voice low and menacing, his earlier enjoyment replaced by a simmering rage.

The Delta glanced toward the bedroom, where the girl’s faint whimpers still echoed. "Is she still alive?" he asked cautiously.

Alexander’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "Yes. You really ruined my mood! I’m done with her. You can have her if you want," he said callously, waving a hand as if discarding a broken toy.

"She doesn’t look good," the Delta observed, his voice hesitant.

"Then send her back," Alexander snapped, his patience fraying. He turned away, already dismissing the conversation.

The Delta shifted uncomfortably. "If Alpha Derek knew you ordered girls like this for the night..." He trailed off under Alexander’s murderous glare.

"Alpha, about Erin’s mother..." the Delta began, changing the subject.

"Her mother’s condition has worsened?" Alexander cut in, a calculating look crossing his face. "Now I need to go comfort my fiancée properly."

The Delta swallowed hard. "I’m not sure about the details, but... Alpha Derek changed the doctors at the last minute. He sent his own personal doctor to treat Erin’s mother."

Alexander’s face contorted with rage. He grabbed his Delta by the collar, yanking him forward. "What did you say?" he demanded, his voice a deadly whisper.

His phone rang, cutting through the tension. Alexander glanced at the screen, still gripping the Delta’s collar, before answering with a snarl. "A-Alpha Alexander," came a trembling voice.

"You betrayed me?" Alexander growled.