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Irabella's twin sister Isabella stole the one thing that should have been sacred: her fated mate. Forced by her parents to hide her bond and watch as Alpha Daemon married Isabella, Irabella was exiled for five years after Isabella framed her for attempted murder. Now she's back, and the mate bond she thought would fade has only grown stronger. Daemon feels an inexplicable pull to his wife's sister but doesn't understand why. As forbidden attraction ignites between them, secrets begin to unravel. When the truth comes to light, Daemon must choose between the wife he thought was his mate and the woman who actually is. But can Irabella forgive the man who believed the lies and cast her out? And can their bond survive the betrayal that tore them apart?
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bound by deception COUNTING DAYS"
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX — "COUNTING DAYS"Isabella's POVI didn't sleep.I hadn't slept in three nights, not since the clinic, not since the mirror, not since I'd watched my own face come apart for ten seconds and understood, with a clarity that still sat in my chest like a swallowed stone, exactly how close I had come to losing everything in a single unguarded moment. I lay in the dark beside a husband who believed, or claimed to believe, that I was carrying his child, and I stared at the ceiling and did math until the numbers blurred into something almost like prayer.Gestational dating.I'd learned more about it in seventy-two hours than most physicians learned in a year of residency — every method, every margin of error, every small technical loophole a compromised doctor could exploit if he understood exactly what was being asked of him and was frightened enough, or paid enough, to comply without asking why. Crown-rump length. Last recorded cycle. The specific, forgiving imprecision of
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-08-14bound by deception two lines
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE — "TWO LINES"Isabella's POVThe clinic was the kind that didn't ask questions, which was exactly why I'd chosen it.Three towns over, tucked behind a strip of shuttered storefronts nobody bothered to revive after the old textile mill closed, the kind of place that existed for women who needed something handled quietly and had the money to guarantee it stayed that way. I'd registered under a name that wasn't mine — Grace Whitfield, the same alias I kept ready for exactly this kind of occasion, a woman who existed on paper only, who had no husband, no title, no sister sitting at home decorating her own upcoming wedding with a ring my careful architecture had bought her.The receptionist hadn't looked at me twice.I'd worn a plain coat. No jewelry. My hair pulled back instead of styled, my face bare of the careful attention I usually gave it, because a woman who wanted to disappear into a waiting room didn't dress like Luna Isabella. She dressed like nobody. I had got
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-08-14bound by deception RING
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR — "RING"Irabella's POV"Ira." Isabella crossed the street toward me with her bag still clutched in one hand, her voice pitched warm and easy, as though we'd simply run into each other on an ordinary afternoon. "What are you doing all the way out here?""Dress fitting." I nodded toward the boutique behind me, my heart still hammering from the sight of that unmarked door. "You?""Errands." Her eyes didn't waver. "Boring ones. You know how it is." She glanced once, briefly, back toward the building she'd come from — a flicker, gone almost before I caught it, and then her smile widened, bright and untroubled. "I should get going. Big day tomorrow, remember? Can't have bags under my eyes for the ring ceremony."She kissed my cheek, warm and public even here, on an empty street with no audience to perform for, and I understood, watching her walk away with that same unhurried confidence, that the performance had simply become permanent. There was no version of Isabella le
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-08-14bound by deception the fitting
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE — "THE FITTING"Irabella's POVThe east corridor had been empty.I'd stood there for eleven minutes after the message arrived, my heart going hard against my ribs, watching every shadow along that long marble hallway resolve into nothing — a curtain moving in a draft, a serving cart abandoned near the kitchen doors, the distant sound of the orchestra still playing behind me in the ballroom I'd slipped out of. No one came. No second message arrived. When I finally gave up and turned back, Roman was leaning against the wall near the corridor's entrance, arms crossed, watching me with an expression that told me, before he said a single word, that he already knew exactly what had drawn me out there."That was me," he'd said quietly. "The message. I needed to see whether you'd come alone, and whether anyone followed you when you did.""Why.""Because Daemon isn't the only one being watched right now." His eyes had moved once down the corridor behind me, checking, always
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-08-14bound by deception bonds
Chapter FiveI woke up to sunlight burning through my curtains.My body ached. My lips still tingled from where he'd almost kissed me.Almost.I pressed my fingers to my mouth. Remembered the way he'd looked at me. The way his hands felt on my waist.The way he'd pulled away like I was poison.I sa
bound by deception feels different
Chapter FourI couldn't stay at the ball.Not with him looking at me like that. Not with the bond screaming in my chest every time our eyes met across the room.I told my parents I needed air. Didn't wait for permission.I slipped out of the ballroom. Walked down a hallway. Then another.The pack h
bound by deception five years changed nothing
Chapter ThreeFive years later.The car stopped in front of the house I'd been exiled from.Nothing had changed.Same white columns. Same perfectly trimmed hedges. Same cold, lifeless mansion that never felt like home.I stepped out.My hair was longer now. Wine red. I'd dyed it the day after I lef
bound by deception stolen
Chapter OneI watched my twin sister try on my wedding dress.White lace. Delicate beading. The dress I'd dreamed about since I was twelve, back when I still believed in fairy tales and happy endings.Isabella twirled in front of the mirror, her pale face glowing with something I hadn't seen in yea
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