Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound by Twisted Fate: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 76

When you get marked, it’s supposed to be some magical moment meant to solidify your mating bond.To be quite honest, it’s an old belief. Mutilating each other never showed propriety in it’s true form.The bond never needed physical evidence, it was always there, always obvious in the looks, the touch, how you could see two people on two different sides of the room and just know they were meant to be.I had found out Thane was my mate while locked up in a cage scared to hell for my life.It hadn’t been the most ideal way to discover there was actually someone out there meant for me.But it was nothing in comparison to the day I got marked.I still remembered it like it was yesterday.Up until then, I had been aware of the dark Lord but almost fully convinced that as long as I had my brother and sister, fighting for me, he couldn’t get to me.Our borders were as fortified as they could get. Sure some dark ones slipped in and out from time to time but we only ever really worried about ge

“How could you do that?“ Landon yelled when Mary and Piper had left the room. I turned away, pinching my nose in the process. “Not now, Landon.” I hissed impatiently as I marched to my desk. I didn’t even have a specific purpose. I just knew my thought were all over the place and I didn’t know how to realign them. Everything felt like it had been twisted. The tables had been turned once again right when I thought I was finally getting a handle of things. “Thane, you can’t do that to her!” Landon protested. “Landon, please, we have adult stuff to discuss.” Lyra told him in I’m sure the most patient tone she could muster. I heard Landon scoff. “Yeah, okay, I get it. We’re back to icing me out again.” He marched up to me looking me in the eyes. “I told you this would happen.” He spoke angrily. He pointed an accusatory finger at me. “You said you’d never hurt her.“ I felt anger boiling up within me and without a warning, I let out a yell and swept my hand over my desk kno

I’ve never had a problem with searching for Cameron in my dreams. I just kind of always felt him…Heck, there was once a time I wanted the complete opposite.Being a teenager and having your big brother constantly in your head was the opposite of ideal.But now? I would kill to have my brother reading my invasive thoughts. So that he would know just how freaking worried I was about him.I couldn’t eat or sleep.Mary had tried to sneak in some food for me but it all went untouched. Partly because I didn’t want a single thing Thane gave me and secondly, because my body wouldn’t allow me.Here I was, seated in this room feeling caged when my brother and sister and everyone else could be in danger. Or already gone.People had this misconception that when you constantly faced loss, it somehow became a part of you. But that wasn’t the case at all.Grief and loss would always haunt a person, change them from the inside until it manifested outwards.I had never said it to him but that’s exact