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bound by deception Blood"
CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN — "Blood"Irabella's POVThe doctor's office smelled the same as it always did.Antiseptic. Paper. The specific quiet of a room built to hold difficult things and say nothing about them afterward.We sat in a row — Daemon to my left, Isabella to my right, the space between all three of us carrying five years of weight that no chair arrangement could make comfortable. Dr. Whitmore moved around his desk with the composed efficiency of a man who had prepared for this appointment and was determined to give nothing away.Whatever Isabella had on him sat in the room like a fourth presence.I felt it without being able to name it — something off in the set of his shoulders, the way his hands were slightly too deliberate, the specific quality of a man performing neutrality rather than inhabiting it.My wolf noticed it before I consciously did.Something is wrong."The process is straightforward." Whitmore set two vials on the desk, a small tray, a reagent he uncapped with
bound by deception Blood
Chapter 47: BloodThe room smelled like antiseptic trying to cover something older, something copper and patient, the kind of smell that lives in walls no matter how many times you scrub them. I sat with my hands folded so no one would see them shake, and across from me Isabella sat like a queen already crowned, spine straight, chin tilted, a woman arriving at a destination rather than waiting for one.Dr. Whitmore's hands didn't shake. That was the first wrong thing. A man about to deliver the truth of a mate bond should carry some tremor of human uncertainty. His were steady as scalpel work, and he would not look at Isabella — not once, not even by accident.That was the second wrong thing."Isabella first," he said, and the needle slid into her arm without so much as a flinch from her, because pain has never touched Isabella the way it touches the rest of us. She watched Daemon while her blood filled the vial, dark and unhurried, and I watched her watch him — memorizing the shape o
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 recording
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX — "Recording"Isabella's POVThe mirror knew all my secrets.I had sat in front of this particular one for five years — watched myself become a wife in it, a Luna, a woman who had built an entire architecture of self around a man who was currently sleeping four doors down and had
bound by deception the sneak
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN — "The Snake"Isabella's POVI saw everything.Daemon's arm. Her back against his chest. His mouth on her neck like she was something that belonged to him — like five years of my life, my position, my carefully constructed world meant nothing the moment Irabella walked into a room
bound by deception testing the big wolf
CHAPTER TEN — "Testing The Wolf"Call it selfish.Call it exactly what it was — a woman who had been cornered in a hallway, threatened, almost kissed, and left standing there with her pulse in her throat and something that felt dangerously close to excitement where fear was supposed to be.I sent t
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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