All Chapters of BOUND IN SIN TO THE CURSED HYBRID: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I stared at the hologram, my brain struggling to process what Alarion had just said.“That’s impossible. She’s never had powers, for all I know. I would have known…”But I also didn’t know that she was a billionaire.“I’m guessing she doesn’t know either.” Alarion pulled up another file. “This morning, she accidentally lit a candle with her thoughts alone. Rave was in the room when it happened. He thought it was a fluke at first, but then we ran some tests.”“Tests?” My voice rose slightly. “What kind of tests?”“Nothing invasive. We had her focus on simple objects—moving a pen, extinguishing a flame, basic telekinetic exercises.” He paused. “Kamari, she’s manifesting the same abilities you have. Maybe not as strong yet, but the potential is there.”I pressed my palm against my forehead, trying to make sense of this. “How is this even possible? She’s lived her entire life without magic. Why would it suddenly appear now?”“We have a theory.” Alarion leaned forward. “Your presence in her

I woke up early, grateful for the silence.Daniel and Sage were still asleep—I could hear his snoring even from down the hall—which meant I could slip out without the drama of another confrontation.Small mercies.I dressed quickly, pulling on workout gear because I had a feeling today was going to require physical activity. The address Enzo had sent me last night was for his private residence, not his office, which meant this was personal.Good. We needed to clear the air before the mission.The drive took less than twenty minutes, and by the time I pulled up to the gate of his estate, the sun was just starting to rise.The guard waved me through without question—apparently Enzo had told his security to expect me.I parked and made my way to the front door, but before I could knock, I heard sounds coming from inside. Grunting and the clang of metal.I followed the noise to what looked like a home gym visible through the large windows—and froze.Enzo was lifting weights.Shirtless.We

I had no idea how long I’d slept, but when I finally opened my eyes, the sun was streaming through the windows at an angle that suggested it was well past morning.Noon, maybe. Or later.I stretched, my body deliciously sore in ways that made the events of a few hours ago come flooding back in vivid detail. The feeling of Enzo inside me, the way he’d made me scream his name, his tongue stroking my clit until—I reached across the bed, expecting to find him beside me, but the sheets were cold.He was gone.A small pang of hurt shot through my chest before I could stop it, and I immediately shoved it down, annoyed at myself for even feeling it.What was I expecting? Cuddles and breakfast in bed?I sat up, looking around the empty room. His side of the bed was rumpled, which meant he’d slept here at some point, but there was no sign of him now.With a frown, I grabbed the first thing I could find…which turned out to be one of his oversized T-shirts that smelled like him. I pulled it on b

About twenty-four hours later, I was standing in front of the mirror, staring back at a reflection I could barely recognize.The dress I’d found buried in the back of Kamari-2’s closet was stunning—a floor-length sky-blue gown with a fitted bodice and flowing skirt that made me look like I’d stepped out of a fairy tale. The fabric shimmered when I moved, catching the light in ways that made my skin glow.I’d never worn anything like this before.In my world, my life had been tactical gear and dark colors designed to help me disappear. Practicality over beauty… so I was taught. There was never time or need to pay attention to looking pretty or any of that shit.But this?This was pure femininity.I turned slowly, watching the dress swirl around my legs, and felt something unfamiliar bloom in my chest at how beautiful I actually looked.Not just attractive or presentable—but feminine in a way I’d never allowed myself to be. The dress hugged my curves, the neckline showed just enough ski

“Be your boyfriend.”The words hung in the air between us, and I felt something twist painfully in my chest.The term sounded so fucking cheesy, and it was almost funny. Like something teenagers said. But hearing it from him—from Enzo, with those intense grey eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing that mattered—made it sound different. Hot, even.The idea of him being mine alone, of this being more than just sex and supernatural bonds. Of actually having someone who wanted me, chose me, committed to me.For a moment, I let myself imagine it. What it would be like to be his girlfriend. To wake up next to him every morning, to have someone who knew the real me and wanted me anyway.But that was all it could be…an imagination. Because I am not the kind of woman who deserves to have a happy ending.Besides, I was dying anyway.Four months. Less than four months, actually.That’s all I had left, and then I’d be gone, leaving him with nothing but grief and another person he’d lost becau