All Chapters of Bound by the Moon: Alina's Destiny: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Can I get you something to drink?” I asked, pouring myself another glass that was muchhhhh stronger“I’ll have what you’re having,” Selene said, settling into the chair.“Would it be alright if I didn’t use the formalities when it’s only us?”I looked back at her and smiled weakly.“Please don’t. I’ve had enough titles for one night.”That earned a soft chuckle from her.“Good.”I poured her a triple shot and handed it over.She accepted it with a small nod of thanks before swirling it once and taking a slow sip.I downed half of mine in one go, feeling the burn settle deep in my chest. still not enough to drown out the pain. For a while, we sat in silence.Just the sounds of chatter and laughter still going on in the far distance and the sounds of the nighttime insects playing their tunes.Finally, Selene broke the quiet.“You look… tired,” she said gently.“But...not the kind of tired sleep can fix.”I gave a humorless laugh. “You have a gift for understatement.”She smiled faintl

The soft give of the mattress hit my back with a muffled *thump*. The air was thick and close, saturated with something distinctly him. This was Jeremiah’s bed, without a doubt. I felt the cool air of the room hit my lower back, a sensation that told me I was half suspended, my hips tilted unnaturally high.My pants were gone. Where or when that happened? I had no idea. The last few minutes had been a blur of adrenaline and desperate kisses in the garden, leaving my mind hazy and my body aching for release.I knew they were gone, though, the moment his hot breath ghosted over the most sensitive part of me. A second later, the shocking heat of his tongue dragged across my core, sending a seismic shudder through my body.“Mmm,” I moaned, the sound catching in my throat.The pleasure was already too much, too immediate, ripping through the haze he had created earlier. My fingers instinctively gripped the sheets.“Fuck, you taste like honey, Angel.” His voice was a low, rough groan vibra

I tapped my manicured nail against the cold, polished mahogany, the tiny *click* echoing in the sudden quiet of my sanctuary. My head was throbbing, a relentless ache that felt precisely like the rhythmic pounding I’d endured the last forty-eight hours.I turned my office chair to look at the clock, watching the time tick by. It was too late for professionalism, too early for sanity."Get in here, both of you," I commanded into the empty air, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor rattling my bones. "Boys, I can hear you fuming at each other behind that door. Are you coming in, or am I coming to get you boys myself?"The door shuddered violently before bursting inward, slamming against the wall with a deafening crash that rattled the minimalist glass vases on my shelves.Andrew stood framed in the doorway, jaw tight, eyes chips of furious emerald. He looked ready to tear the room apart. Jeremiah sauntered in a moment later, a sickeningly confident smirk playing on his lip

Days have passed, and lucky for me, I haven't even walked past either one of the two idiots. Don't get me wrong, my heart yearns for them. Sleep evades me because I need them close. The ache of absence is a cold. An hollow throb deep in my chest. And I have been sick to the point of going to the doctor. And I hate doctors. They called it mate poisoning. Being too long away from one's mate without their mark makes one sick. Obviously, I didn't tell him about Jeremiah, but I don't think I needed to. He gave me that annoying knowing look. I’ve been placed on pills similar to heat suppressants. Apparently, it’s supposed to suppress the pull I feel. Honestly, it feels like an absolute scam since it does nothing but make my head feel fuzzy and my stomach churn.I sat in the library, the heavy scent of old parchment doing little to mask the lingering sickness. I was trying to go through all the work I’m supposed to before the summit later today. My heart clenched at the thought of the summit

The heavy oak door shut behind Alina, leaving the chamber thick with the scent of fear and frustrated lust. The Council members were gone, scattering like mice, leaving only the two of us to face the wreckage.Smart.Andrew hadn't moved; he was a statue of pure, burning rage, staring at the empty seat that Alina had occupied moment ago.I settled back, letting the expensive leather squeak slightly. The residual heat of her body was still on my hands, a constant reminder of how good she felt against my skin.“She has remarkable self-control,” I noted, my voice casual, almost conversational. “Must be the healer in her. Though I suspect that little knock she delivered to your leg was less about control and more about sheer, desperate frustration.”Andrew’s head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing gold. He didn't waste time on the shared transgression; he went straight for the core wound. “You find this amusing, Alpha Jeremiah?”“Amusing? No. Informative,” I corrected, pushing my chair