All Chapters of The Ties The Bond Us: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I'm an omega wolf and I fucking hate it.I sighed, the sound louder than I expected in the cramped box I called a room—more like a closet someone shoved a mattress into. It wasn't being omega that I hated, exactly. It was what being omega meant.In wolf society, omega equals no control. Over anything. Not my body, not my choices, not my damn life. Sure, sometimes I was thankful I didn't have to make tough calls like the alphas did, didn't have to fight for position or prove myself over and over. But deep down, a part of me screamed, Fuck that. I wanted to choose. My future, my mate, my damn breakfast if I wanted to. I wanted the freedom everyone else seemed to just be born with.Wishing for more while living in my parents' house was beyond foolish, but what else could I do? All this time in solitude just left me with thoughts that clawed at me. I was trapped. Cornered with no way out.And yeah, I've tried.I once ran away. Made it five blocks before the pack found me. Surrounded me li

"You look beautiful, sir!" Emma beamed as she fussed over the lapels of my tuxedo.It was beautiful. A luxurious, all-white tuxedo tailored to fit royalty—crisp silk lapels, soft matte linen underneath, glimmering silver cufflinks shaped like tiny crescent moons. The jacket hugged my waist and flared just slightly at the hips, the trousers pressed to perfection. Even the shoes shone like they'd never been touched by dirt.I looked like a dream. A perfect little Luna for the pack.And it was fucking absurd."It's custom that when a new Luna is introduced, they wear all white," Emma said proudly, smoothing the sleeves.I hated it.I wasn't some blushing bride. I wasn't walking down the aisle full of love and promise. I'd been sold—given away like a cheap inheritance—to some stupid brat I didn't even know. What the hell was there to celebrate?Was it because this Levi kid was the alpha's son?Who gives a fuck?I don't.Every time I've seen him, my skin's crawled. Something about him puts

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was late to breakfast. The thick smell of eggs, meat, and some kind of expensive herbal tea hit my nose the second I reached the dining room doors. As I stepped in, I saw Levi's mom and dad seated at a long polished mahogany table, already halfway through their meal. Another lady, someone I didn't recognize, sat with them, completely engrossed in her plate like she lived here. Perfect. "Sorry I'm late. Good morning," I said quickly, keeping my voice neutral. Surely they'd let it slide—it was my first day here, and it wasn't like anyone gave me a clock or a servant to wake me up. Levi's mom chuckled, "It's lunchtime." Shit. Double the punishment. Still, to my surprise, she patted the seat next to her and gestured for me to sit. Food was placed in front of me—a full plate, just for me. Not scraps. Not leftovers. My own meal. I was... starting to get used to it. "Where's Levi?" Frank asked, casually stabbing into his eggs. Great. Just what I wanted. "He's s

When I finished washing my face, the first thing I saw was that stupid fucking jar of face cream sitting on the table like it had a purpose in my life. I picked it up, glaring at it, trying to decide whether chucking it into the trash or smearing it across a mirror would be more satisfying. I didn't trust Rebecca—or anything that came from her perfectly manicured claws. I was just about to find a way to discreetly get rid of it when that woman from this morning strolled in like she owned the place. The one who had started a fight at the table like we were living in some trashy drama series. Her smug expression made my skin crawl. "Oh, Conan," she purred. "I saw that Levi was just with Rebecca. Are you going to go look for them?" What? Who even was she? And why was she still breathing the same air as me? "No," I said flatly. "Oh?" She raised a brow like she was the lead actress in some daytime soap. "It's not me who's talking, it's everyone else. You're the one who's mated to my

"Are you seriously not happy?" Levi asked me for what had to be the millionth fucking time. His voice had that strained mix of frustration and disbelief, like he couldn't possibly understand why I wasn't throwing confetti after the disaster he'd dragged me into. Happy? What the hell was there to be happy about? He'd invited chaos into our lives for the sake of some self-important performance. I wasn't sure who the audience was supposed to be—me? His ego? The gods? "My mom likes to take advantage of people," I snapped, rolling my eyes. "Congratulations on becoming a leech attraction. I really thought you wouldn't fall for it." His face fell a little, which almost made me feel bad—almost. "Has no one seriously ever taken advantage of you? Fucking idiot. If you run into this kind of thing again, ignore it. Money doesn't grow on trees." He kept proving himself more stupid and immature by the day. And those mood swings? Dangerous. Unpredictable. I was starting to suspect he was emotio