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Chapter twenty-nine:The bond that burns

Author: Lady min
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-29 21:29:33
The bond did not settle the way stories said it would.

It did not hum softly and fade into the background like a gentle lullaby. It did not bring peace or clarity or warmth that wrapped neatly around the heart.

Instead, it burned.

Alex woke with a sharp gasp, fingers clutching the sheets as if they could anchor him to the bed. His body felt too warm, skin hypersensitive, every nerve awake and restless. The room was dim, early morning light barely slipping through the curtains, yet his senses were painfully alert.

💭 This is wrong…

His scent had changed. He knew it before he even lifted his wrist to his nose. It was richer, deeper—sweet in a way that made his stomach twist with fear. A bonded omega’s scent.

“No,” he whispered hoarsely. “No, no, no…”

Across the hall, Brian froze mid-step.

The moment Alex woke, Brian felt it.

The pull hit him like a punch to the chest—sharp, undeniable, possessive. His alpha instincts surged, blood roaring in his ears as his senses locke
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