Chapter 4
Hellbound By Two Alphas
Nora~
Killian's grip was firm yet surprisingly gentle as he carried me to the bed. My body stiffened as he laid me down, and I turned my head sharply, refusing to meet his eyes. My breath caught when I saw Keal seated silently on the other side of the room. He avoided looking at me, staring off into the distance as though I wasn't even there.
I couldn't tell if his silence was a mercy or another form of cruelty.
Killian's movement drew my attention back to him as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. The fabric slipped off his broad shoulders and onto the floor, revealing a muscled chest that bore scars of past battles. Despite my resentment, I found myself staring longer than I should have.
"Can't stop staring, can you?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.
Heat flushed my cheeks as I quickly looked away, cursing myself for giving him any satisfaction. He chuckled, stepping closer to me until his presence loomed over me like a shadow.
"I want the chains off," I blurted, my voice shaky but steady enough to mask my fear.
Killian tilted his head, studying me with a sly smile. "Do you now?" he said, as if weighing my request. Then, with a dismissive shrug, he stepped back.
"Keal, take them off," he said, surprising me. "I think our little princess has learned her lesson."
The nickname sent a spike of anger through me, but I bit my tongue. Now wasn't the time to lash out.
Keal stood and walked toward me, his movements deliberate and restrained. He knelt in front of me and unlocked the chains around my wrists and ankles. The heavy metal clattered to the floor, leaving my skin red and raw.
For a moment, Keal's icy blue eyes met mine. Something unspoken passed between us—an apology, maybe, or regret—but he said nothing. Instead, he stood and returned to his place without a single word.
I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, anything. To apologize for stabbing him, for the chaos I had caused. But the words wouldn't come.
A hand on my shoulder made me flinch. Killian had moved behind me, his presence as oppressive as ever. I felt his breath on my neck, and every muscle in my body tensed.
"Is little princess sad?" he murmured mockingly, his lips brushing close to my ear. "Don't worry. Daddy's here."
The term made my stomach churn, yet I hated how his voice sent shivers down my spine. I tried to move away, but the bond kept me rooted in place. No matter how much I fought it, my body refused to obey me.
I heard the sound of my zipper sliding down, and panic surged through me. "Don't," I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to push his hands away.
Killian pulled me closer, his hands firm but not forceful. "Relax," he said, his tone softer now, almost coaxing. "You're ours now, Nora. Stop fighting it."
I felt tears welling in my eyes as I struggled to hold on to the last fragments of my resistance.
"Stop," I pleaded again, but my voice was barely above a whisper.
Just then, I felt another presence behind me. Keal's hand rested lightly on my arm, and I turned to see him standing close. His touch was hesitant, almost hesitant to interfere, but his expression gave nothing away.
Unlike Killian, Keal didn't exude dominance or arrogance. Instead, his gaze was steady, calculating, and quietly intense. Yet, his silence unsettled me even more.
I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the weight of their attention. I felt trapped between them, with nowhere to run.
"Don't fight it," Killian said again, his voice breaking through the storm of thoughts in my mind. "This is how it's meant to be. You belong to us."
The words cut deep, and I shook my head, desperate to deny them. But no matter how hard I fought, the bond between us was stronger. It was suffocating, inescapable, and cruel.
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Time passed in a haze of tension and emotions I didn't want to name. At some point, I found myself lying in the bed, my body limp from exhaustion. Keal was beside me, his chest rising and falling steadily as he slept. His arm rested protectively around me, his hold surprisingly gentle.
I tried to move, to shift away, but Killian's arm tightened around me from behind, trapping me between them.
My breathing hitched as I stared at the ceiling. The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, but my mind was a storm.
How had I ended up here? How had I let the bond pull me into their world, into this moment where escape felt more impossible than ever?
My chest ached as tears began to form, but I refused to let them fall. I had cried too much already.
Killian shifted slightly behind me, his breath warm against the back of my neck. "Still trying to run in your head, little one?" he murmured sleepily.
I didn't answer.
His chuckle was soft, almost amused. "You'll learn soon enough. You're ours now. There's no escaping that."
His words sank deep into my mind, and for the first time, I truly felt the weight of the bond. It wasn't just a connection—it was a cage.
As my eyes began to close, I clung to one thought: I wasn't done fighting. Not yet.
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