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BOUND TO HER WILL 🌟ASHES BENEATH HER SKIN🌟
🩷Talia🩷 The firelight painted warm gold across the stone walls, flickering shadows dancing like ghosts of old. Talia sat on the edge of the bed Ronan had insisted she take, wrapped in a heavy wool blanket that still didn’t stop the chill in her blood. It wasn’t the cold. It was what she remembered—the Beast’s breath against her neck, the weight of its claw, the sensation of being watched by something ancient and hungry even before it attacked. She pressed trembling fingers to the base of her throat, half expecting to find blood still drying. But there was none. Only a faint soreness and bruising. A mark. A claim? She pulled the collar of her sweater higher. Footsteps echoed softly in the hall, and her body tensed before she recognized the gait—heavy, purposeful. Ronan. He stopped outside her door. She waited, expecting a knock, expecting something… but he didn’t enter. Just silence. Then: “Talia?” His voice, rougher than usual, carried something restrained in it. “I’m awake,
BOUND TO HER WILL 🌟THE HOLLOWED ONE🌟
🪄Seraphina🪄The ritual chamber was alive with heat, with hunger. Black runes pulsed beneath her bare feet as smoke coiled along the stone floor like living fingers. Above her, the great bloodstone glowed a dark crimson, suspended in the air by raw magic. Cracks had begun to form along its facets—fractures of power. It was almost ready.Seraphina stood before the altar, her robes damp with sweat, hair clinging to her back. The summoning circle pulsed in rhythm with her heart, steady and sure.She had waited lifetimes for this.Behind her, her younger sister watched from the shadows—Sylara. Wide-eyed, tense, her hands clutched the obsidian doorway like it might keep her anchored.“This isn’t what we agreed to,” Sylara said quietly.Seraphina didn’t look back. “It’s exactly what we agreed to. You just didn’t understand the price.”“You said we’d reclaim the bloodline. That we’d be strong again. You didn’t say we’d wake... that thing.”Seraphina smiled. “Power never rises quietly, littl
BOUND TO HER WILL 🌟AFTERSHOCKS🌟
🩵RONAN🩵Ronan paced outside the healer’s quarters, his boots crunching against the gravel path as he rubbed the tension from his jaw. Inside, Cael lay unconscious, his body trembling from the remnants of Seraphina’s magic still bleeding from his veins. The scent of old blood and fire lingered in the air—proof of just how close they’d come to losing everything.His pack was shaken.And Talia…He turned toward the balcony above the west wing where her shadow passed behind a curtain. She hadn’t come down since they returned. Elia said she needed rest. That she was processing.Ronan knew better. She was afraid—of her power, of what it meant, of what it was turning her into.He understood that fear too well.“Ronan.” Elia’s voice called him back from the edge. She approached with her usual bluntness, but her eyes were softer than usual. “The council’s demanding a report. They want to know if the creature was a one-off, or the beginning of something worse.”“It’s both,” he said simply.Sh
BOUND TO HER WILL 🌟CAEL🌟
🩵Ronan🩵The wind shifted—cold and electric—raking across Ronan’s skin like a warning. Trees groaned under the strain of a force that had no name, and birds fell silent as if the forest itself was holding its breath.He walked beside Talia as they descended into the hidden valley, Elia and two sentinels at their heels. The place Seraphina had once used for ancient rites lay ahead, just past the bloodrock ridge. The scouts hadn’t returned since reporting the corrupted energy in the southern woods, and that silence ate at his gut like acid.“We’re close,” Elia murmured. “Can you feel that?”Ronan nodded grimly. “Something old lingers here. And angry.”Talia clutched her staff, but her expression was focused, not afraid. She’d changed over the last few days—grown sharper, quicker. And stronger. Even her magic moved differently now, threading through the air around her like a protective veil.“She’s watching us,” Talia whispered, her eyes narrowing toward the treeline. “I can feel her ga
BOUND TO HER WILL 🌟BLOODLINE🌟
🩵Ronan🩵The forest breathed around him—each leaf, each gust of wind laced with tension that buzzed beneath his skin. Ronan’s boots hit the muddy trail with practiced silence, his wolf senses stretched razor-thin. Behind him, Elia kept pace, her daggers strapped across her back, eyes sharper than usual.“She’s glowing again,” Elia said quietly.“I know,” Ronan muttered. “I felt it before she even opened her eyes.”“She’s changing, Ronan. And we both know what happens to people who carry that kind of magic without control.”He stopped at the crest of a ridge, eyes narrowing at the horizon where the mountain’s shadow loomed like a living thing. “She’s not like the others.”“Because you care about her?” Elia challenged.“Because she’s fighting it,” he said. “Every damn day. She doesn’t even know the full extent of what’s inside her, and she’s still trying to protect people.”Elia went quiet, jaw working as she looked toward the darkened sky. “Then we better make sure she has a reason to
BOUND TO HER WILL 🌟WHAT A MIX🌟
🐲The Beast🐲 The scent of her clung to the edges of his mind—faint but maddening. Even now, in the silence of the cave, he tasted her fear like sweet ash on his tongue. Not the same as before. It had changed. Grown sharper, more layered. Beneath it, something else stirred—resistance. Curiosity. Desire. He paced the perimeter of his den, claws scratching shallow grooves into stone. The firelight flickered, casting shadows across the low ceiling and wall carvings older than even his first memory. Magic lived in the stone here. Dark magic. His. Hers. Intertwined. He snarled, snapping at the void. That wasn’t right. It wasn’t hers. Not yet. But the link was forming. He'd felt it when she’d screamed beneath the trees, felt it claw through the tether Seraphina had knotted into his spine. The witch had summoned him to act—to track, to taste, to bind. But it was Talia’s cry that pierced the veil and woke something even deeper inside him. Something ancient. Something that knew her
BOUND TO HER WILL 🌟 CONFRONTATION🌟
🩵Ronan🩵 The scent of her was everywhere jasmine and ash, sweet and ruined. It clung to the pine needles, seeped into the wind, and stirred something wild beneath Ronan’s skin. He didn’t need a tracker to know where she’d gone. He could feel her like a pulse, like a whisper threading into his bones. “She left the wards,” Elia growled beside him, brows drawn tight. “Again.” Ronan didn’t answer. He was already moving. The woods parted for him, familiar and restless. The moon was fat and pale above, casting silver through the canopy, but there was nothing calming about its light tonight. It felt like a warning. Like the calm before a hunt. He found her sitting at the base of an ancient cedar, staring at nothing with haunted eyes. The air around her thrummed with power. Raw. Untamed. His wolf growled in response not in threat, but in want. She looked up when he approached, and for a moment, she didn’t flinch. That scared him more than if she had. “You’re not safe out here,”
BOUND TO HER WILL 🌟THE HUNTER BENEATH🌟
Chapter Twenty-Three 🩵Ronan🩵 The taste of ash hadn’t left Ronan’s mouth since the last vision. It clung to the back of his throat, a constant reminder that something was coming, something ancient, feral, and laced with vengeance. And it had Talia’s name written all over it. He stood at the ridge above Puya, overlooking the dark swell of forest that blanketed the mountains below. His breath steamed in the early morning chill, but the cold couldn’t anchor the heat writhing under his skin. Every cell in his body screamed in anticipation of a hunt, of a threat, of a choice he wasn’t ready to make. Behind him, branches crunched. He didn’t need to look. Elia’s steps were lighter than most, but he’d memorized the rhythm of her gait long ago. “She’s worried about you,” Elia said quietly. “Talia.” “I know,” he said. His voice was rough, too sharp around the edges. “I can’t shield her from this much longer.” “You’re not meant to,” she said, stepping up beside him. “She’s stronger than
BOUND TO HER WILL 🌟FIRE BENEATH THE SKIN🌟
Chapter Twenty-Two 🩵Ronan🩵 The morning sun hadn’t yet broken through the thick cloud cover blanketing Puya Ridge, but the clearing buzzed with energy. Dew clung to the high grass, and the scent of damp earth stirred something primal in Ronan’s blood. Talia stood across from him, her posture poised but hesitant, shoulders squared like she was determined to ignore the tension simmering between them. She wore snug black leggings and a fitted workout tank, and though she tried to look calm, he could hear the slight uptick of her heartbeat. She was nervous. Maybe not of him—but definitely of something. “Again,” he said, voice cool, commanding. She hesitated. Then lunged. He blocked easily, countering with a smooth sweep of his arm that sent her stumbling. She caught herself. Righted. Met his eyes. “You’re still leading with your left,” he said, circling her. “You're telegraphing every move.” “I’m trying,” she muttered. “This isn’t exactly second nature.” “You want to survive a w
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