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sleep was a joke
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2026-04-01 16:59:45
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bound by deception a suitor
Chapter NineIrabella's POVNobody moved for three full seconds after my mother's invitation landed.Then Daemon stepped into the living room and the whole atmosphere shifted the way it always did when he walked into a space. Like the room rearranged itself around him without being asked.He sat.My father straightened in his armchair. My mother smoothed her skirt and reached for the bell to call for fresh tea. Isabella unfolded herself from the far wall and crossed the room and sat beside him — close, her hand finding his forearm, fingers curling around it like she was staking a flag in the ground.I sat in the chair furthest from him.Back straight. Phone face down in my lap. Smile in place.Fine. I could do this. Twenty minutes. Thirty at most. Polite conversation, family performance, get through it and leave.My wolf had a different opinion.She was pressed up against the inside of my chest like she wanted to break through it. That pull — that constant low dragging pull — was ten
bound by deception dark desire
Chapter EightIrabella's POVIsabella's threat still hung in the air after the door clicked shut.I sat there.Let it settle.Then something shifted in my chest. Something that had been coiled tight and small for a very long time slowly straightened up.What's the worst she can do.Exile me again? I survived that. Humiliate me in front of a pack that already hated me? Done. Take something else that belonged to me?She'd already taken everything worth taking.My hands unclenched. I looked at them. Steady.I was done being scared of Isabella. Done rearranging myself around her moods and her threats and the particular way she smiled right before she destroyed something.I hadn't come back here for Daemon. That was the truth. I'd come back because my exile ended and I had nowhere else and I was tired of running from a life that was technically mine.And I'd tried. I had genuinely tried to stay away from him. Skipped dinner. Kept to my room. Took different hallways.Apparently the universe
bound by deception dengerious obsession
Isabella's POVI came down for water.That's all. Just water.The house was dark and quiet and mine. No staff hovering. No pack members watching my face for cues. No performance required. Just me and the silence at two in the morning, moving through my own home in bare feet.Except it wasn't my home anymore.I don't know when I stopped thinking of it that way. Somewhere between month four and month seven, maybe. Somewhere in the stretch of nights when Daemon would come to bed and turn away without a word and I'd lie there in the dark counting the inches between us like they meant something.I pushed open the kitchen door.And stopped.The refrigerator light cut through the dark like a spotlight and she was standing in it.Irabella.That nightgown. That nothing of a nightgown, white and thin, the kind of thing you wear when you think no one will ever see you. And Daemon — my husband, my Alpha, the man who hadn't looked at me in eleven months — had her wrists pinned above her head again
bound by deception sleep was a joke
Sleep was a joke I'd been staring at the ceiling for three hours, counting cracks in the plaster like they meant something. Like if I found the right pattern, my brain would finally shut up.It wouldn't.My wolf had been restless since dinner. Since I'd made the decision not to go down. I'd stood at the top of the stairs, heard his voice carry up from the dining room — just his voice, one sentence, something mundane about pack borders — and my wolf had surged so hard my knees buckled.I'd gone back to my room.Told myself I wasn't hungry.My stomach had been calling me a liar ever since.2:04 AM.Everyone was asleep. The house had gone quiet an hour ago — no footsteps, no low murmur of conversation, nothing. Just the kind of dark silence that only exists in the middle of the night when a house stops pretending to be warm.I swung my legs over the side of the bed.Didn't bother changing.Why would I? It was two in the morning. The house was dead. I'd be down and back
bound by deception vanity
Chapter SixIsabella sat at her vanity.The mirror showed a woman who had everything. A powerful husband. A pack that worshipped her. A life built exactly the way she wanted it.She should be satisfied.She wasn't.Her phone was in her hand. She'd been gripping it for twenty minutes. Her knuckles were white.She kept seeing it. The way Daemon looked at Irabella at the ball. That split second before he caught himself. That flicker in his eyes that Isabella had never once seen when he looked at her.Recognition.She set the phone down carefully on the vanity. Picked up her brush. Started pulling it through her hair.Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.Her reflection stared back at her. Calm. Composed.Inside her head it was a different story.What if he figures it out.The thought had been circling since last night. Small at first. Easy to dismiss. But it kept coming back, each time a little louder.What if his wolf already knows. What if that look at the ball was the beginning of something. What i
bound 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 sat up. Looked at the clock.Nine AM.I'd barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Felt him. Heard his voice saying things he shouldn't say.I got up. Showered. Put on jeans and a simple shirt.Sprayed the perfume.The chemical smell made my stomach turn.I stared at myself in the mirror.Five years. Five years and nothing changed.I was still hiding. Still pretending. Still invisible.I went downstairs.Voices came from the dining room.Laughter.I stopped at the doorway.They were all there.Mom. Dad. Isabella. Daemon.Having breakfast like a happy family.Isabella was sitting next to Daemon. Her hand on his arm. Smiling up at him.He was looking at his plate. Jaw tight."Irabel
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