All Chapters of Soul Bonding : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Our beautiful nation was built on blood, frost, and secrets.A ruthless world disguised as progress, where only the strong survive—and the hidden rule from the shadows.The scarcity of women has turned desire into desperation, and order into chaos. Alliances fracture, clans go to war, and entire regions burn in the name of claiming what is rare. A woman is not just a partner—she is power. And power always comes at a price.Even mortals struggle to find one willing to stand by them. But for us—werewolves bound by ancient instinct—it is far worse. We don’t get to choose. We wait. For the one. The only one. The mate written into our blood by forces older than time. While mortals negotiate, seduce, or compromise, we can only endure the silence and hope that fate hasn’t forgotten us.Alaska is a frozen hell for anyone not born in its depths. But for Alexei, Roman, Leon, Sergei, and me, it is the land that forged us. There, the wind doesn’t just slice the skin—it teaches. There is no greate

My childhood taught me that survival depends on loyalty.The academy in Chicago taught me that discipline is everything.Pavel is our leader. Alexei, his shadow. And Leon and Sergei, are the youngest ones, who followed the path we carved without ever questioning it.And me... I was always the balance. The middle son. The invisible piece that kept the whole structure standing.I never needed to shine. Only to hold.Hold my brothers.Hold the order.Even though I always knew I didn’t fully belong, I never said it out loud.There was no point.We fulfilled our duty: to ensure the laws of our homeland were respected and that traitors in the United States received the punishment they deserved.We were enforcers. Instruments of balance.Nothing more.Until our mother enrolled us in the bonding program.And everything changed.Ever since Natalia rejected us last week, there's something I can't understand.She looked at us.She felt what we felt.The bond was there. Dormant. Vibrant. As wild

It’s not that I hate being the youngest of our pack. Sometimes, it even has its perks.But if I had been born before Leon, maybe I wouldn’t be constantly taking orders like I’m still a child.Damn age rank. Damn hierarchy that weighs heavier than any logic.Still, what I truly hate is not being able to choose. Because ever since I saw Natalia for the first time... I stopped belonging to myself.After watching her in silence alongside Roman and Leon, my mind no longer belongs to me.I’m obsessed with her. Damn it, I am. And how could I not be, if she’s our fated mate?She’s so beautiful, so delicate, so feminine, it’s almost unfair. It’s not just her body, though that alone is a brutal temptation.She’s the perfect contrast between softness and quiet strength. That hair… I had never seen such a natural color in this city. Everyone else tried to copy it with dyes. Not her.She was real fire. Temptation wrapped in skin. And I want her. We all do.Even though Pavel kept insisting she had r

Almost every damn night, I had nightmares. I hated it. I hated how even in my sleep, my mind chained me to that hell.I had no idea how I was going to justify this to the men I was meant to be bonded with. I felt broken, incomplete, trapped in a body that remembered too much.I wanted to cry, to scream, but as always, in my dreams I was tied down, face up, legs spread, unable to move, just waiting for them to come for me again.Waiting for the terror to begin anew.A prison made of memories. A wound that never closed.But then, something changed. Something impossible.While I wept, a voice emerged from the void. It was sweet, soft, different.It didn’t command me. It didn’t hurt me. It whispered.—“ It’s okay, sunshine. You’re safe,",” it murmured, hypnotically soft.My body reacted before my mind could. I relaxed, clinging to those words like a lifeline in the middle of the storm.I didn’t know if it was real or part of my madness, but I wanted to believe.Maybe that voice was my gua

The mirror in my room reflects an image I can barely recognize. Standing in my apartment, I’m wearing a dress designed more to display me than to clothe me. The fabric clings to my skin, the lace reveals more than it hides, and the sheer material leaves me exposed.When the makeup artist begins her work, I close my eyes, unable to face my reflection. I don’t want to see how they transform my face, how they hide it under layers of products that feel heavy on my skin. The brush over my eyelids and the lipstick in a shade far bolder than I would ever choose make me feel like a stranger to myself. I’ve never liked heavy makeup; I prefer the natural look. But here, my preferences don’t matter. I have no say in this process where I’m being prepared like a precious object meant to be displayed.The makeup artist works with precision, her movements revealing years of experience. In the silence, her voice sounds gently."You have beautiful skin, Natalia. You don’t need much makeup—just small t