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Bound and Questioned
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2025-09-15 21:24:09Bound and Questioned
Evandra
The ropes dug deeper into her wrists when the door opened again. Her heart lurched, and her wolf, Sage, pressed forward in her chest with a tremor of recognition.
He’s here, Sage whispered, equal parts longing and rage. Our mate.
Evandra swallowed hard as Tristan stepped into the room. His presence filled it instantly, a shadow stretching across the walls. The air seemed to thicken, and though she hated it—hated him—her body reacted to the mate bond’s magnetic pull.
He closed the door behind him with deliberate calm and came closer. His scent rolled over her, stronger now: moss, smoke, and the faint tang of iron. She tried not to breathe it in, but her lungs betrayed her.
His gaze pinned her. “You say you were not running with the rogues.”
“I wasn’t.” Her voice cracked, but she forced steel into it. “They were hunting me. I killed three of them on my own.”
A flicker of something passed across his expression—surprise, maybe—but it was gone in a second. He folded his tattooed arms over his broad chest, looming like judgment itself. “And why would rogues be hunting you?”
Evandra let out a bitter laugh that sounded too much like a sob. “Because I was alone. Weak. Prey. Isn’t that what everyone sees when they look at a discarded Luna?”
Tristan’s eyes narrowed. “You expect me to believe that the Alpha of the Pearl Pack would cast away his Luna? You?” His voice cut sharp as a blade. “No Alpha worth his rank would be so careless. Unless you betrayed him.”
The words sliced her open, deeper than he knew. She sucked in a ragged breath, shaking her head. “I never betrayed Jalen. I loved him. I gave everything to that pack. But it wasn’t enough.” Her chest heaved, tears spilling hot down her cheeks. “He wanted an heir, and I couldn’t give him one. So he found someone who could. And the moment she got pregnant, he divorced me, rejected me, broke our bond and banished me from the pack. I had nothing but a night gown and a thin cover up on. I walked through the woods in house slippers for miles until I lost my sense of direction and the soles wore on my slippers. Nothing to help me stay warm except the embrace of my own arms.”
For the first time, Tristan faltered. His posture shifted, his arms lowering just slightly. The green fire in his eyes dimmed, softened by something like shock—or pity.
“I told you already,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “If you don’t believe me, send your Beta to Pearl Pack. You’ll see I was replaced. Ask your scouts to search the woods—you’ll find the hut I built with my own hands, and the rogues I killed to survive.” She lifted her bound wrists. “But stop keeping me tied up like I’m a liar.”
Sage surged forward, fierce and raw. Show him we are not weak. Show him our truth.
Tristan stared at her for a long moment, jaw tight, chest rising with heavy breaths. He could feel her anguish—he knew it was real. The bond didn’t lie. And yet, his duty clawed at him like bound ties of his own.
Finally, his voice came low and rough. “If your story proves true… then you are not my prisoner.” His green eyes burned into hers, softer now but still guarded. “But you are not free either. Not yet.”
Then he turned and left her alone again, her tears glistening in the faint torchlight.
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