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bound by deception NEVER YOUR DAUGHTER"
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX — "NEVER YOUR DAUGHTER"Irabella's POVDaemon walked out first.The door closed behind him and the room changed immediately — the air shifting, the last buffer between me and my parents gone, the specific quality of a space that had just lost the only person in it with the power to make anyone behave.My mother's hand closed around my arm before the click of the latch had finished.Hard. Immediate. The grip that didn't ask, that had never once in twenty-six years asked — that simply took, because taking had always been the language she used with me and she saw no reason to learn another."Did you tell him."Not a question. An accusation wearing the shape of one, her voice low and furious, the fury of a woman who had already decided on the verdict and was simply going through the procedural motion of asking."You ungrateful child." Her grip tightened. I felt the bones of my arm compress and said nothing. "How could you do this to your sister. After everything we've —
bound by deception the test
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE — "THE TEST"Irabella's POVDaemon's face gave nothing away.That was the first thing I noticed — standing two steps behind him in the hospital corridor, watching him push Isabella's door open without knocking, without softening his posture, without any of the small adjustments people made when they were entering a room they were uncertain of. He walked in the way he walked into every room he'd already decided to own.His jaw was set. His eyes were flat. Whatever was moving behind them had been put somewhere unreachable before he'd crossed the threshold.Isabella was already watching the door.She'd been watching it — I understood that immediately, from the angle of her head, from the way she was positioned against the pillows with the IV line visible and her hands folded just so. She sat up the moment he entered, and the sitting-up was its own performance — slow, careful, the specific stiffness of a woman whose body was still recovering. Her shoulders curved in. He
bound by deception TRUMP CARD"
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR — "TRUMP CARD"Isabella's POVThe smirk came before the phone was fully down.I felt it arrive — slow, satisfied, the kind that didn't perform for anyone because there was no one in the room to perform for. Just me, and the phone, and the specific warmth of a plan clicking into its final position."Daemon, baby."I said it to the empty room. To the ceiling. To the photo still faintly glowing on my screen — his face, composed and certain, the face he wore in every room and had worn beside mine on the day I had made him mine."You're mine." My voice came out low and absolute. "Only mine." I looked at the photo for one more second. "I won't let anyone take you from me. Not even fate itself."I hummed.A small sound. Private. The specific contentment of a woman who had spent twenty-six years learning that the only thing standing between her and what she wanted was the willingness to reach for it.I started counting.Five.My thumb moved to the recording app. Opened it.
bound by deception mum
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE — "MUM"Isabella's POVThe phone rang twice.I had the tears ready before anyone answered.Not produced — constructed. Built from the inside out, the specific architecture of grief that I had refined over twenty-six years into something I could deploy in under three seconds. The breath catching at the right interval. The slight thickening of the throat. The quality of sound that made people on the other end of a phone reach for something to hold onto before they'd processed a single word.The line opened."Mum." My voice cracked on cue — not too much, never too much, just enough to land in the chest of whoever was listening and stay there. "Dad. I'm going to die. My life is ruined. It's over, Mum."A sharp intake of breath. My mother's voice, immediately stripped of everything except alarm."Isabella. What happened — what's wrong—""Ira." I let the name arrive alone. Let it sit on the line like an accusation before I added anything to it. Then the sob — full, break
bound by deception verification
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO — "VERIFICATION"Daemon's POVThe pack doctor's office smelled like antiseptic and old paper.Daemon had been here twice in twenty years. Once when he was nineteen and had taken a silver blade to the shoulder in a border dispute that he'd won and not told his father about. Once the night his first Beta died, when the grief had expressed itself physically in the way pack bonds sometimes did — as something that had to be verified and not just felt.He hadn't been here since.He set the bottle on the desk without sitting down. Without preamble. Just placed it in the center of the desk lamp's light and stepped back and watched Dr. Whitmore's face.The doctor looked at it.At him.Back at the bottle — his hand reaching for it slowly, the careful, unhurried movement of a man approaching something he already recognized and was taking his time confirming. He turned it once under the light. The liquid inside caught the glow and held it.His expression changed.Not dramaticall
bound by deception doubt
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE — "DOUBT"Irabella's POV"Scent-hiding potion."He said it quietly. The specific quiet that had no heat in it — no anger, nothing as readable as anger. Just low and measured and absolutely still, the voice of a man who had already organized his thoughts and was now simply waiting to see what I did with mine."Why do you have more than one bottle."My brain stopped.Not slowed. Stopped. Every rehearsed answer, every exit route, every version of a lie I might have constructed in advance — gone. Cleared out by the single fact of him standing there with that bottle in his hand and those eyes on my face, reading it the way he read everything, with the unhurried certainty of someone who was very rarely wrong.His gaze didn't move.Full weight. The kind that didn't blink, didn't shift, didn't give an inch — it pinned me to the spot as effectively as a hand would have, and my body registered it the same way. My pulse had gone somewhere frantic. My hands, at my sides, had cur
bound by deception wrong name
CHAPTER THREE — "Wrong Name"He came home and the room was perfect.I'd made sure of it.Two hours. Every detail. The petals spread across white sheets, the lamp turned low, the perfume I knew he'd smell the moment he stepped through the door. The red lingerie that cost more than most people's rent
bound by deception his fingers deep inside me why they watch
His hand found my thigh under the table.I didn't flinch. Didn't blink. Kept my eyes on Derek across the table, kept the polite curve on my lips, kept breathing through my nose like my whole body hadn't just caught fire from the inside out.His palm slid higher.Slow. Deliberate. Like he had all ni
bound by deception his fingers deep inside me
His hands gripped my waist harder.No warning. No hesitation.He yanked me sideways—one sharp, brutal motion—and the world tilted. My shoulder hit the doorframe of the guest suite at the end of the hall. He shoved me inside. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in darkness so thick I could f
bound by deception intende darkness
Chapter ElevenIrabella's POVI heard Daemon leave.Didn't see it. Didn't need to. I felt it — that pull in my chest snapping tight and then stretching as he moved toward the door, his energy filling the hallway and then cutting off completely when the front door shut behind him.My wolf whined.Go
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