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The Bond Frays

Lucas’s POVThere’s a point in the hunt when the predator starts to wonder if he’s the one being hunted. That moment crept in like smoke—unnoticed at first, just a scent, a shift in the wind. But now, it was undeniable.Selina was no longer just avoiding me. She was outpacing me.Every step I took toward her, she took two steps ahead. Every move I made to tighten the noose, she slipped out of with precision. Not just reaction—but anticipation.She wasn’t running from me. She was toying with me, and it was driving me fucking insane.I hadn’t slept in forty hours. Not because I couldn’t, but because I wouldn’t.I didn’t deserve rest until I cracked her open—peeled her back layer by layer until the truth spilled out like blood.Until she said it out loud. That Damon was mine, and that she was still mine.But the longer she stayed silent, the more the bond pulsed with something I couldn’t name. Something cold. Something's wrong.My wolf was restless. Agitated.Agitated with me.He didn’t

Control your dog

Lucas’s POVThere are two kinds of madness. The kind that sneaks in through the cracks. And the kind that kicks the door off its hinges and dares you to stop it.I didn’t sneak into Selina’s evening; I kicked the fucking door. The maître d’ was halfway through explaining that the restaurant was fully booked for private parties, but I didn’t hear him. My eyes were already locked on the far table near the back terrace.Candlelight. Wine. A soft jazz quartet playing in the background. The whole fucking scene straight out of a high-society fairy tale.And there she was. Selina. My Selina, dressed in black again, because she knew it made her look like sin incarnate. The silk of her dress clung to her body like it missed her skin when she moved. Her hair was pinned in that elegant twist that left the sharp edge of her jawline exposed. Her lips were red. That same red she used to leave smeared on my neck.And across from her sat the man. Fucking Jonathan Ward. A human. Clean-cut. Fucking smi

Cold Strategy

Selina’s POVThe moment Lucas stormed out of the restaurant, the silence he left behind clung to the walls like smoke.I didn’t chase after him. Why would I? This is the man who broke me like it was his last mission. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even look up.I simply reached for my wine glass, swirled the remaining red liquid, and took a slow, satisfying sip.Jonathan shifted in his seat, visibly trying to process what had just happened. He cleared his throat but didn’t speak.Good.He knew better than to ask questions. He was here for a purpose—and not the romantic one he thought.“You okay?” he finally asked.I turned my eyes to him and gave him a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be?”He gestured toward the now-vacant space where Lucas had stood moments ago. “That guy… Blackwood. He looked like he was ready to kill someone.”“He’s always looked that way.” My voice was ice.Jonathan chuckled, unsure. I can tell he's nervous. He didn’t understand the layers of history be

His anger

Lucas’s POVI didn’t remember walking out of the summit.One second I was standing at the edge of the ballroom, watching her kiss him, and the next, I was outside, breathing like I’d just fought a war I didn’t win.My hands were trembling. Not from fear.From fury.From disbelief.From the kind of hollow rage that doesn’t burn. It freezes.She kissed him.She fucking kissed him. In front of me.She knew I was there. She knew what I was. Who I was. What we were. And she still kissed him.The bond didn’t break, but something inside me did.It didn’t snap—it shook. Like the soul beneath the connection had shifted.There was a hollow thrum in my chest where there should’ve been fire.And my wolf… My wolf didn’t understand. He howled. Loud and unrelenting.I hadn’t felt him like this since the night I rejected her.Five years ago. I stood in front of the pack, staring at her as if she were the enemy.Not the woman I’d kissed in the woods, not the mate I’d held beneath moonlight.But the li

The boy is not mine

Lucas’s POVThe worst kind of pain isn’t the kind that hits you fast. It’s the kind that creeps up behind you, slow and quiet, then strangles you when you’re not looking.That was today. I didn’t plan to follow him. I just want to know what is really going on.Jonathan Ward.Selina’s distraction. Her shield. The man she pressed her lips to right in front of me like I was nothing but a ghost.I told myself I wasn’t going to spiral again. I lied. He left her building around eleven that morning.Alone, at first, then came the boy.Small. Four, maybe five years old. Pale blue polo shirt. Sneakers that lit up when he ran.He came sprinting down the sidewalk and crashed into Ward’s legs, laughing.“Slow down, buddy,” Jonathan said, ruffling his hair. “Hold my hand, remember?”The boy reached up and grabbed his fingers instinctively. They crossed the street, side by side.I stood at the corner in my car, windows tinted, engine off, frozen in place.There was no mistaking it. That was a child

What do I feel like to you?

Selina’s POVI didn’t need a report from Vera or a photo on a screen to know that Lucas had seen them—I didn’t require confirmation because the moment it happened, I felt it ripple across the bond that still flickered between us like a dying signal, distant and muted but never truly silent; I felt it in the way the air around me shifted, subtly and yet unmistakably, like the universe itself had exhaled and then gone still.Lucas saw them.Jonathan and Damon.He saw them together in public, the perfect image of domestic peace—a human man guiding a bright-eyed little boy across a city street, holding his hand, nodding politely to passersby, the kind of ordinary scene that meant nothing to most but meant everything to him.Because that boy, that four-year-old with soft curls and a wide grin, was never supposed to exist—not for Lucas, and certainly not with another man.But Lucas watched anyway.And more importantly, he didn’t act.He didn’t burst into the café. He didn’t unleash fury. He

She moved on without me

Lucas’s POVI told myself I didn’t care. Over and over again, like a mantra, like a prayer, like a goddamn lifeline—it’s not your son. It’s not your problem. Let it go.But the truth clung to me like smoke in my lungs, bitter and impossible to exhale.Because logic didn’t stop the ache. Knowing he wasn’t mine didn’t make it hurt any less.Selina had a son.And he wasn’t mine.That should’ve been the end of it. But instead, it was the beginning of something worse. How can my mate be pregnant for another man! Not even just a man, a weak human! This was the worst blow I have taken ever since I was fucking born.I didn’t speak a word on the ride back to Blackwood Tower. Grant sat stiff in the passenger seat like he could feel the static coming off me. I kept my eyes straight ahead, jaw clenched, hands white-knuckling the wheel like I needed to break something, and it might as well be the steering column.The moment I pulled into the garage and killed the engine, Grant opened his mouth.“A

He was the fire

Selina’s POVThere is a particular kind of silence that settles not like peace, but like warning—a silence so deep, so calculated, so absent of breath or motion, that it hums against your bones as if the world is holding itself still, waiting for something to detonate.It had been three days since Lucas last appeared in my world.Three days without his voice in my ear, his name in my notifications, or his shadow stretching long across the edges of everything I tried to rebuild without him.Three days of calm.But it didn’t feel like calm.It felt like the ocean before a tidal wave—still on the surface, deceptive in its quiet, but impossibly dense with pressure beneath.And deep inside, beneath the armor I wear so flawlessly no one questions its integrity, I felt it gathering.Not fear.Not panic.Just… tension.A familiar one. One that wore his scent and moved like his wolf in the dark.Vera stood across from me in the sun-drenched conference lounge, her fingers moving with silent pre

I can smell your arousal

Lucas’s POVThe Archives gave me nothing.I’d known the moment I stepped through the doors and saw Harlow’s expression—a tightly pinned smile that didn’t touch her eyes, the kind of smile bureaucrats use when they’ve already decided you’re not getting what you came for. I asked for records, and she gave me policy. I pushed, and she deflected. By the time I left, it was clear: the file I needed either didn’t exist… or someone had made damn sure it disappeared.I didn’t rage. Didn’t shout. I just nodded, thanked her, and walked out.But inside? A colder plan was already taking shape.Selina thought she’d won. That I’d seen a child—just a human boy—and decided to let it go. She thought silence meant surrender. But I’d learned long ago that silence could be a weapon. Sometimes, the sharpest blade was the one you never pulled.So, I didn’t hunt. I watched.And when the gallery opening showed up on my social radar, hosted by Carter & Co. and attended by Manhattan’s elite — including the wom

I can't stop thinking about his cock

Selina’s POVI didn’t look back when Lucas walked away.I didn’t have to. His presence lingered — not like perfume or memory, but like heat after flame, like the echo of a door slammed in a soundproof room. It hummed under my skin, low and bitter and intimate, and no amount of elegance or poise could dull the sharpness of it.He had gotten inside my head. Mess with my fucking mind and all I want to do write now is to finish myself with a fucking finger!Because that’s the thing about fated mates, about bonds written into bone — no matter how far you run, no matter how high you build the walls, they always know where to knock.And Lucas didn’t knock. He walked straight through.Jonathan returned with the wine I’d asked for and a smile I didn’t earn.“Everything okay?” he asked, his voice low, eyes searching mine but all I can think of is his dick in me, filling me. But I knew he wouldn't match my energy right now, only one man. Lucas fucking Blackwood!I nodded, too quickly. “Yes. Just

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