All Chapters of Between Destiny's Chains and Moonlight (Book series): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I punched my pillow for the fourth time in ten minutes, but the down-filled rectangle wasn’t the real problem.Actually, it was the ghost of a touch that I still felt on my skin, and the fact that my bedroom currently felt like a high-security enclosure.I flopped onto my back, staring at the ceiling and replaying the boardroom scene for the thousandth time. My professional dignity hadn't just been compromised, it had been shredded and fed through a high-end industrial processor.I, Rahab, the woman who could calculate a five-year fiscal projection in her sleep and identify a fraudulent invoice from thirty paces, had moaned against a one-way glass window while the entire city pulsed below."It was the adrenaline," I whispered to the empty room, trying to sound authoritative. "A physiological response to a high-stress environment. Purely mechanical. Like a knee-jerk reflex, but with more... vintage wine."I closed my eyes, but that was a huge mistake.Behind my eyelids, I could still s

The dark SUV didn’t steer toward the shiny glass tower that housed our Midtown offices.Instead, it moved silently through the morning traffic, heading toward a quiet, ivy-covered townhouse tucked away in Gramercy Park. No neon signs, no flashy gold accents, just a heavy, weathered oak door and a valet whose movements carried the kind of careful deference reserved for royalty or those who could buy their way into it.“This place is very secluded. You aren't planning to kidnap me, are you?” I tried to cover my nervousness with a joke, clutching my briefcase tightly as my knuckles went white. Truthfully, I didn't know what to expect from this breakfast meeting.Inside, the restaurant was an oasis of quiet, old-money luxury. We were led past the main dining area, where some of the city’s titans whispered over their breakfast, to a private room at the back. It felt less like a breakfast nook and more like a high-stakes war room.When the door clicked shut, the city’s chaos vanished. I sat

The sensation of cool, silk sheets against my damp skin was a stark contrast to the warmth of the bath. When Nisi carefully lowered me onto the bed, a strange, heavy sense of calm still held me in place, anchoring me to the mattress even as my heart pounded wildly in my chest. They moved with a synchronized grace that was almost hypnotic, their presence filling the space with a quiet, unspoken promise.“Here is where we wanted you since we got sight of you, Rahab,” Rapha whispered with an edge of amusement as he stretched out over me.He propped himself up on an elbow, his large frame casting a long shadow over me. “You are made for us. Do you believe in a mate bond? Irreversible, unbreakable and all consuming. That is how we feel about you.”“Completely,” I admitted, breathless and uneven. I stared at his face hovering above mine, his captivating green eyes boring into mine. “I felt the same but couldn’t give in to it. You are my bosses. Both of you and from all the models I’ve studi

An hour later, we touched down at the estate. The helicopter’s blades slowed and the silence that followed felt almost deafening. In front, I noticed a group had gathered at the landing pad, their sharp posture and watchful eyes making the moment feel staged, like a scene I’d stumbled into.Jake, as the pilot had introduced himself through the intercom, was the first to hop out, moving with a crispness that suggested he was used to command. Without a word, he gave a sharp salute, clear and confident as he called out, “Alphas. Everything is ready. The corridor is clear.”Again, the word ‘Alphas’ caught in my mind. It wasn’t the kind of title I’d expect outside a motivational seminar or perhaps a military briefing, where ranks and roles were drilled into everyone’s heads. Rapha had used it in bed once, in the heat of our play, but I had thought it was just a role he played while controlling my body. I had categorized it as a kink, a linguistic shortcut for power.But here in the open,

Dinner began as a ritual of civility, all measured words and quiet forks over fine dishes. Yet as the night stretched on, an undercurrent of playfulness edged with danger surfaced, as if beneath the relaxed formality, a secret was pressing to break free.The Elder sat at the head of the long table, his posture regal yet at ease, eyes steady beneath a calm façade. His gaze remained fixed on me, assessing, curious, perhaps even amused. Flanking him, Jace leaned back, relaxed, a roguish grin on his lips, seemingly more interested in teasing Rapha than probing me with questions. “So, Rahab,” the Elder began smoothly, but with an undertone of something more, something hidden. “Tell me about your family.” I hesitated for a second.The words caught in my throat, old pain flashing through my mind. I tightened my grip around the stem of my glass, feeling the coldness seep into my palm.“My parents died in a car accident,” I whispered, barely audi