Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bond by Fate, Claimed by Three : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

Sienna's POV"Hey, Chipmunk, don’t worry. I’m almost there," I said, my voice ringing over the phone as I scrambled to grab my keys and the gifts I’d bought, trying not to trip over myself. My phone pinged, and I checked it to see a text from a client who had an appointment in thirty minutes. “Fuck, I thought I canceled that.” “Canceled what, Sienna?” one of the kids called from the other side of the phone. “Nothing! I’ll get there soon. Give the phone back to Danny,” I deflected, hurriedly texting the client to reschedule and offering a discount. Balancing work and my social life was a nightmare. I had every reason to skip this party, but I couldn’t bring myself to miss it. Ever since I aged out of the foster care system at 18, I hadn’t visited my last foster home as much as I’d wanted to. I’d promised the kids I’d always come back, but life had gotten in the way. Today was one of the kids’ birthdays, and I couldn’t miss it for the world. "Please, can you stop at a cake shop

Sienna's POVI heard the lock on the door click. It was him again. I braced myself, but instead of Ronan, a different figure stepped through. Taller and leaner, he looked less intimidating. "Hey there," he said lightly, his voice kind. "I'm Lucien. Ronan asked me to show you around." I was still skeptical, unsure how to act around him. "Show me around? Why? I don't even know where I am." "You're in our pack territory," he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "It’s tradition for us to make our guests feel at home... even when they stumble in uninvited." I stared at him, trying to hide my disbelief and panic. Was this a cult? This HAD to be a cult. I’d been kidnapped by a cult. Oh my God, what if they sacrifice me? I don’t want to die. "Take it easy," he said, raising his hands in surrender, as if noticing my panic. "I'm here to help you, not interrogate you like Ronan. I just want to help you get comfortable." He seemed nicer. At least he wasn’t threatening to kill

Ronan's POV I stepped out of her tiny shop and dipped my hands in my pockets, looking up at the sky. The sun was about to set, and I hadn't made any significant move with her. I didn't like this. It was taking my time and putting my pack’s life, and the life of our entire world, into the hands of a woman who didn’t even know she was of werewolf ancestry. I did my research on her, and she was as normal as a troubled child could get. She grew up in the foster care system, aged out, and became a tattoo artist. There were no signs indicating she had, or knew about, her werewolf side, but I had hoped maybe grilling her would give me some form of clue or something. What were the Keepers of the Key thinking? Why would they put the key into the hands of that woman? I sighed and took a step into the street when my eyes caught the man from earlier. I had noticed him passing the parlor and staring into it but had dismissed him. He was sitting now outside at a café, on a seat facing

Sienna's POV"What are you doing here?" I asked him, checking my phone. It was time for my next appointment, and my client would be here anytime soon. I didn't want to have him here when he came."Nice to meet you too," he smiled, ignoring my question and sat down on an empty seat."Get out of my parlor. I have a client coming in any time soon," I walked up to him, pointing to the door."Unfortunately, I am not going anywhere. I came to inform you that time is running out for you to join my pack, and it's only a matter of time before you get reported," he said and reached into a bowl where I kept my snacks.He picked up a Snickers bar and opened it, biting into it while looking me in the eye."Stop eating my food, you fucking asshole. I'm not joining your animal cult," I cursed at him, and he just shrugged."We'll see about that," he smiled and folded the wrapper, putting it into his pocket."Have you had lunch?" he asked out of the blue, and my stomach responded for me almost immedia