Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ties The Bond Us: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

He asked me not to abandon him. That's gotta count for something, right? Like, progress? Even if he didn't mean it the way I wanted him to, he said it. And he has no clue about the imprint yet, which means... maybe he'll start coming to me on his own. Start needing me. Wanting me. Eventually. Or maybe not, because the moment we got back, I saw him drag out the blanket and head for the couch again. "Why don't you come on the bed to sleep?" I asked. "Fuck that," Conan shot back without even looking at me. "I can fucking smell you from here." "It would be—" "You said you wouldn't force me to do anything. This is fine. Shut up so I can sleep." Damn it. He always flips my words around. All those little deals we make, and somehow they always end up only benefiting him. I'm actually kind of proud of him for that—he's smart, sharper than most people in the pack—but that doesn't stop it from being frustrating. I wanted to be helpful. To take care of him in ways he wouldn't hate. I gues

I ran after her, the echo of her sobs trailing just ahead of me. "Rebecca! Rebecca!" I caught up and grabbed her arm, trying to stop her from storming off like she always did when things didn't go her way. She yanked her arm from my grip. "What the hell are you chasing me for?" she snapped, eyes glassy with tears. "Rebecca, I meant what I said," I told her, trying to stay calm. "I'm very thankful you saved me, so I helped make life a bit easier for you! The person made for you is still out there! You can mate with someone who really loves you and live happily!" "But you're the one I want to love me!" she sobbed. "The first time I saw you I fell in love with you, otherwise I wouldn't have saved you!" I stared at her, stunned. What kind of logic was that? She was an alpha. It was her duty to help the weak. Was she seriously saying she'd only saved me because she liked me? What if she didn't? Would she have just let me drown? What the hell was wrong with her? And more importantly, h

My heart practically leapt seeing Conan asleep in my bed for the first time. His breathing was slow, his bruised face relaxed, his mouth slightly parted. He looked... peaceful. And beautiful, even with the gauze still lining the edge of his temple and the faint swelling around his eye. He had gone to the couch, like always, all stubborn and brooding. But once he was out cold, I couldn't help myself. I picked him up and laid him beside me. Just once. I didn't even touch him beyond that. I just held him. All night. And it was the best sleep I'd had in my entire life. He usually vanished before I woke up, but now—seeing him like this—like a real mate sleeping in our bed? It was perfect. Maybe he'd wake up and... I don't know... thank me. Or smile. Or even kiss me. I mean, a thank-you kiss wasn't that wild, right? I did find his stupid bike. It's not like I was asking for much. "Mmm..." he stirred, blinking up at me. And then he bolted upright. "You son of a bitch! You took advant

The full moon party was in full swing, crackling energy rolling through the clearing like wildfire. Pack members danced, laughed, shifted mid-sprint, and reveled in each other under the glow of the moon. And to my surprise, Conan wasn't fighting me on anything. He followed close—quiet, observing, unreadable as ever. Part of me was proud. The other part? Frustrated beyond reason. He was being too stubborn, refusing to even flinch with curiosity no matter how many chances I gave him to ask. Maybe I shouldn't have made it this hard for him to find out. But if I'd told him the full truth, he probably wouldn't have shown up tonight at all. And I wasn't going to force him to come, even if I'd wanted to. Especially not when I needed him to choose to stand beside me. I was pulled from my thoughts when my father stepped into the firelit center of the clearing and gave a sharp, echoing whistle. "Look around you!" his voice rang out, commanding silence in an instant. "These are not just face

The clearing sunlight filtered in from the tall dining room windows, catching the edge of Conan's freshly trimmed hair and making it shine like onyx. I couldn't stop watching him—how he hunched slightly in his chair, trying not to meet anyone's eyes, poking at his food like it had personally betrayed him. The contrast between him now and the night before was almost surreal. Last night, he had cried my name until his voice was hoarse. He had gripped me like I was his entire world, buried his face into my neck like he couldn't get enough of me, and begged for more even when his body was trembling. He wanted me, needed me—and I had never known something so perfect. I've known desire. I've controlled it, weaponized it, faked it. I've had wolves, witches and humans throw themselves at me and walk away satisfied, dreaming about me for years. But with Conan... it wasn't about satisfaction. It was need. It was obsession. It was like every part of my soul leaned toward him, and no amount o