All Chapters of BOUND TO HER WILL: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER TEN 🩷Talia🩷 The kitchen was quiet, except for the gentle simmer of something rich and savory on the stove and the faint scrape of Ronan’s knife against the cutting board. Talia sat at the long island counter, hands curled around a steaming mug of tea he’d handed her minutes ago. She hadn’t taken a sip yet. She was too focused on him. He moved like the kitchen was his — like everything around him bent to his rhythm. Controlled. Precise. Dangerous, in a way she couldn’t quite put words to. The sleeves of his dark shirt were pushed up to his elbows, revealing the veins that flexed beneath his skin as he chopped, stirred, and moved with effortless grace. She should be focused on what had happened. On the questions that clawed at her brain. But instead, she was watching the way his shoulders moved beneath his shirt. The heat in her stomach had nothing to do with the tea. “You cook,” she said, her voice more steady than she felt. He didn’t look up. “I eat. Someone has to make

CHAPTER TWELVE 🪄Seraphina🪄 The candles burned black. Wickless, smokeless, yet fully aflame—their eerie glow danced against the stone walls of the sanctum. The air was thick with iron and incense, the mingling scents of dried blood and nightshade curling like serpents around Seraphina’s ritual circle. Her palms hovered over the etched floor, where symbols burned faint red into the stone. The curse pulsed beneath her fingertips, a living, snarling thing. She whispered the incantation again, voice as smooth as velvet, laced with venom. The vision came in fractured pieces. A sliver of moonlight against pale skin. A woman’s breath catching in her throat. A low hum of desire before it splintered into dread. Talia Elowen. She saw her clearly now. The girl Ronan had tried to keep hidden. The girl whose life he was foolish enough to protect. Foolish enough to care. Seraphina opened her eyes slowly. The glow from the markings faded to ash-gray, flickering out as if swallowing her

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 🩵Ronan🩵 The forest screamed with silence. Ronan tore through the underbrush, rage crackling in every step like thunder under his skin. His claws were out. Eyes glowing. The beast beneath his skin begged to be released fully—urging him to stop tracking and start slaughtering. But killing without purpose wouldn't bring her back. Not yet. Blood smeared the bark of a tree to his left—fresh, not hers. One of Seraphina’s cursed familiars had crossed his path too late. Its body now lay shredded behind him, leaking dark magic into the soil. He didn’t stop to look back. He was past mercy. Past reasoning. Only the tether of their bond kept him from unraveling completely. He could still feel Talia—faint and flickering like the last ember of a dying fire. Wherever they had taken her, she wasn’t gone. Not yet. But she was in pain. Afraid. And that terrified him more than anything. “Elia!” he roared into the trees, voice edged with a power that made the earth

CHAPTER SIXTEEN 🩵Ronan🩵 The ground split beneath his feet as the beast lunged, scales catching firelight, wings blotting out the moon. Its roar was a curse made flesh, rattling the bones of the earth. And in its claws—Talia. Ronan didn’t think. He moved. His body blurred into motion, claws slicing, power thrumming through his veins like a war drum. He launched himself at the creature’s exposed flank, teeth bared, intent clear—rip it apart or die trying. Above the frenzy, Seraphina laughed. “You’re always too late, Ronan.” He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Rage and fear fused into something feral, something old. Talia screamed his name. And that was all it took to break the leash inside him. --- The beast twisted midair, wings cracking like thunder as it rose higher, claws digging into Talia’s shoulders. She writhed, kicked, fought with every ounce of strength she had—but it wasn’t enough. Ronan's wolf roared inside him. He leapt from the rock ledge, power coiling in his legs,

Chapter Eighteen🩷Talia🩷She hadn’t meant to lean into him.But when the knock shattered the moment and Ronan’s warmth pulled away, a strange ache settled in her chest—quiet and unfamiliar. Now, alone in his room again, she sat on the edge of the bed, fingers curled around the edge of the blanket, staring at the closed door like it held answers she wasn’t ready to face.Everything about this place felt too still. Too quiet.Except for him.She could hear him—low murmurs of his voice just outside, the scrape of booted feet across hardwood. He hadn’t been gone long, but her skin still hummed from his nearness. From the way his fingers had brushed against her wrist when he passed her the tea. From the way his gaze lingered on her mouth like he was memorizing it.She hated how aware she was of him. Of the clean, woodsy scent that clung to the room, grounding and wild. Of the way her pulse betrayed her every time he came too close.Talia closed her eyes and exhaled slowly.She wasn’t thi