บททั้งหมดของ A Bond Not Meant To Be : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The moment Lucille Clinton walked into the party, provocative laughter erupted in the room, and all gazes fell on her. She might have felt proud if they were admiring her, but they weren’t. Their stares were full of mockery, not admiration.She stood still in the crowded hall, surrounded by classmates. But, though they were all students, she knew she didn’t belong there. The difference between them was clear. They were from rich, powerful families. The elite pack called the 'Executive Pack', while Lucille was from the lowest ranked pack, known as the 'Commoners'.If they had only whispered behind her back, maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so much. But they wanted her to hear them. They wanted to see her heart break.“Did she time-travel to the medieval age to steal that dress?” a girl shouted, followed by loud laughter.Lucille heard every word. Her hand tightened around her dress.“She looks like a clown. That dress is a disaster!” another voice mocked.“My maid wouldn’t even wear that a

The car stopped all of a sudden, its headlights falling on her fragile body lying on the ground. Just as she tried to stand again, she saw a hand reaching out to her. Without thinking, she took it and tried to stand, but her legs were too weak, and she nearly fell again."Why would a young girl like you drink so much?" the man asked, his voice filled with disappointment.Drunk? Would she blame the man? How could she tell him she hadn’t drunk anything? How could she explain, when the smell of alcohol was all over her and she could barely stay on her feet?“I’m sorry… thank you,” she whispered, the only words she could manage.She watched him get back into the car, the same car that almost hit her, and drove away.Slowly, she limped to the bus shelter and sat down on a bench. Tears filled her eyes. She was hurting terribly, not just from the fall, but from everything that had happened that night.She wished she had never gone to that party. She wished she hadn’t listened to her mother.

Lucille’s mind drifted back to the day everything changed, the day she found out she was fated to Edward.She had gone to help her mother at their usual spot by the roadside, just like every other day. The sun was hot, the street was busy, and life was normal.Then, out of nowhere, a sleek, luxurious car sped past, sending a gust of wind that made her flinch. Her heart skipped. Something felt strange.The car slowed a little further down the road, then began to reverse, heading back toward her.And that’s when it happened. A sudden, sharp pull inside her chest. Her heart raced. A deep feeling she couldn't explain rose within her.Then she heard her wolf’s voice whispering loud and clear inside her mind."Mine."The word jolted her. Her breath caught in her throat.She stepped out from behind the kiosk and stood a short distance away, her eyes fixed on the approaching car.Every day, rich cars passed that road. She never cared who was inside them. But this one… this one was different.

The next morning, Lucille woke up with a terrible headache. The bruise on her forehead only made it worse, and now she felt a slight fever coming on.She sluggishly sat up, her eyes fixed on the wall, her body aching everywhere. The pain was unbearable, and even though she had been given pain relief at the clinic, it didn’t seem to help much.Maybe she had been too hopeful about the painkillers working. The clinic often used substandard drugs, and the Commoners typically relied on herbs they prepared themselves for healing.Perhaps she should ask her mother for some herbs.Her door opened, and Louis hurried in, rushing to her side. "How are you?" he asked, gently taking her arm, his face clouded with worry."You’ve got a fever!" he whispered, concern in his voice."My whole body hurts, Louis," Lucille replied, her voice hoarse from the pain and her breathing shallow."It's from the fall," he said softly, moving closer to examine her forehead."I don't think the medicine worked," he si

At the first row where the Grandville pack was seated, Edward Jones sat elegantly. He was dressed in a black, luxurious tailored suit. His eyes were deep, and on Lucille, who made no attempt to scan that part of the courtroom.Without warning, a sharp trumpet blast pierced the air. It echoed off the walls, making hearts race and heads lower. It wasn’t just sound; it was a signal, a declaration, that the Tribunal council had arrived.Every pack member froze, eyes locked on the tall double doors by the left.The doors slid open, revealing seven figures dressed in tailored black suits and long, ceremonial coats lined with silver threading. Each one of them exuded cold, inhuman composure. Their presence alone demanded submission.The moment the tribunal council members walked in, everyone rose. The commoners bowed their heads right away. Some dropped to one knee. Others lowered their eyes, too afraid to meet the gaze of such power. Mothers pulled their children close. A few people whisper