Bonded With Archfiend

Chapter Eleven: Survivor

Varian had always been an enigmatic alpha, someone who commanded respect without needing to demand it. Yet, when it came to Hailey, his emotions were a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty. After finally uncovering the layers of her past, Varian had been left with a complicated tangle of emotions—admiration, sorrow, and doubt all intertwining within him.

Hailey had come from a lineage of strength. Her sister, Hannah, had been mated to a Beta , and her father held the formidable position of Gamma. The Poldark Pack was notorious, their influence stretching far and wide. But that same pack had forced Hailey into a destiny she had not chosen, shackling her to a shameless and corrupt alpha. Rather than submit to a fate she could not bear, Hailey had run. In her defiance, she had not only rejected a life of submission but had also thrown herself into a dangerous journey.

Varian learned that Hailey had faced unimaginable trials after leaving the Poldark Pack. She had been captured by the brutal Bosroq Pack, a group known for their cruelty, especially toward women they viewed as prizes rather than people. Hailey had endured their captivity, her resilience keeping her alive when most would have broken. But she didn’t stay captive for long—her cleverness and strength allowed her to escape their clutches. From there, she wandered through unfamiliar territories until fate led her to the Crescent Pack—his pack—where she was ultimately sold like an object.

But Hailey’s story didn’t end with her as a victim. Varian discovered that behind her innocent exterior was a capable and fierce warrior. Hailey had honed her skills as a hunter, training with relentless dedication. She was far from the broken woman her tragic past would suggest. In fact, she was strong, resourceful, and someone who had fought for her own survival, even when all the odds were stacked against her.

For Varian, these revelations were both astonishing and intimidating. He saw the strength in Hailey that mirrored his own. But as an alpha who had already lost one mate, his heart trembled with fear. What if he wasn’t enough for her? What if the scars from her past ran too deep for her to ever trust him? His greatest fear, however, was losing her—another mate slipping through his fingers, leaving him to endure the pain of loss once again.

Tonight, he had decided. He would approach her, share with her what he had learned, and try to bridge the gap between them. He had to show her that he was worthy of her trust, even if doubt gnawed at him. But the thought of failing terrified him.

Meanwhile, Hailey had spent the day in a way that surprised even her. Though her time in the Crescent Pack had been difficult, she had found an unexpected connection with the maid, Lina. In the kitchen, amidst the warmth of cooking food and the quiet comfort of domesticity, Hailey had opened up in a way she hadn’t since her escape. Lina’s kind nature had made it easy for Hailey to lower her guard, and the two of them had spent hours talking.

Hailey had shared stories of her younger sister, Hannah, who she missed deeply. Hannah had always been the light in Hailey’s life, a reminder of family and love in a world that had grown increasingly harsh. Speaking of her family, Hailey also reminisced about the maids back in her home pack—Amirah and Tehila, two women who had been like sisters to her. The bond she had with them was something she sorely missed, and as she spoke about them, a wave of homesickness washed over her.

For the first time since her escape, Hailey allowed herself to feel vulnerable. The kitchen, filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and warm tea, became a safe haven. Lina’s presence, gentle and supportive, reminded Hailey of the simpler, happier moments in her life before everything had spiraled into chaos.

Yet, as the evening grew darker and the time for Varian's arrival approached, Hailey felt a knot forming in her stomach. Despite her budding friendship with Lina, Hailey couldn’t ignore the tension that existed between her and the alpha. She knew that eventually, she would have to face him—face whatever it was that tied their fates together.

Varian, preparing to confront Hailey, felt the weight of the night pressing upon him. He had to be careful. Hailey wasn’t the delicate flower he had first thought, nor was she simply a victim. She was a survivor, and to win her trust, he would have to be more than just an alpha. He would have to be the man worthy of standing beside a woman like her.

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