Todos os capítulos de Binding Secrets : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The GPS announced her arrival with a cheerful chime that felt obscene against the suffocating silence of the car. Haley's hands tightened on the steering wheel as the familiar road signs materialized through the October drizzle: Welcome to Silverpine—Home of the Crescent Moon Pack. Four years. Four years since she'd seen that sign. Four years since she'd fled this town in the dead of night with nothing but a duffel bag, her savings account, and a heart shattered into pieces so small she wasn't sure she'd ever find them all. She eased her foot off the accelerator, letting the car coast as the landscape shifted from highway to the winding roads that cut through the pine forests surrounding Silverpine. The trees were exactly as she remembered—towering Douglas firs and western hemlocks that seemed to swallow the sky, their needles carpeting the forest floor in rust and gold. The rain intensified, drumming against the windshield in a rhythm that matched the frantic beating of her pulse.

The knock on her bedroom door came just after midnight. Haley had been lying awake, staring at the ceiling of her childhood room, listening to the twins' soft breathing from the air mattress her mother had set up beside her bed. She'd known this was coming. Had felt it building all evening through the tense family dinner, through the careful small talk that avoided everything that mattered. "Come in," she said quietly, sitting up. Chris slipped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He looked exhausted, his dark hair disheveled like he'd been running his hands through it. In the dim light from her bedside lamp, she could see the conflict written across his face—the same face that used to comfort her after nightmares when they were kids, that had taught her to fight, to be strong. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low. "Really talk. No more bullshit." "There's nothing to talk about." "Haley." He moved closer, but didn't sit. Stood at the foot of her bed like h

The text came three hours after she'd fled the commons with the twins. Haley avoided him way past the hour he threatened earlier. she wondered how he got her number so fast but then again her brother was his beta. she was sure he heard about everything that happened. My office. Tonight. 8pm. Don't make me come get you. Haley stared at her phone, her hands shaking. She'd known this was coming. From the moment Adam's eyes had locked on hers across the playground, she'd known there would be a reckoning. "You have to go," Chris said from her doorway. She hadn't heard him come upstairs. "I know." Her voice was hollow. "Haley..." He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "He's barely holding it together. His wolf is going insane. The whole pack house can feel it—the alpha rage rolling off him. You need to fix this." "Fix this?" She laughed bitterly. "He is the one who messed up. He can't hurt me any worse than he already has." "I really hope you actually listen to him Ha

HALEY POV: Haley woke to pain. Not sharp at first—dull, crushing, everywhere. Her body felt wrong, heavy and distant, like it belonged to someone else. Each breath scraped her lungs raw, carrying the bitter, chemical sting of wolfsbane deep into her chest. Chains clinked softly when she tried to move. Her eyes snapped open. Stone ceiling. Rough-hewn, damp. The air was cold enough to bite. She was suspended upright, wrists bound above her head in silver cuffs etched with runes that burned faintly against her skin. More silver circled her ankles. A collar—a fucking collar—sat tight around her throat, humming with suppressant magic. She gasped, panic surging— —and screamed as pain tore through her shoulder. Blood soaked the fabric of her shirt, sticky and cold. Someone had bandaged her badly, carelessly, just enough to keep her alive. Her wolf stirred weakly, then whined and curled in on itself under the weight of the drugs. “Easy,” a voice said from the shadows. Amused

Adam The phone rang once. Every wolf in the command room froze. Adam was already moving, hand snatching it off the table before Marcus could speak. His bloodshot eyes burned gold, his voice raw as broken glass. “Haley.” Silence. Then—her breath. Shallow. Uneven. Too slow. His heart stuttered painfully in his chest. “Haley,” he said again, softer now. “I’m here.” She swallowed hard. He could hear it. Could hear the pain she was trying to hide. “Adam,” she whispered. The sound of her voice—alive, hurting—nearly broke him. “Where are you?” he demanded. “I’m coming.” “No,” she said too fast. That alone told him everything. Haley The phone was slick in her trembling hands. Veronica stood just out of view, one finger lifted in warning. Magic hummed through Haley’s collar, ready to punish a single wrong word. Don’t say it, Haley begged silently. Don’t believe it. “Adam,” she said again, forcing her voice to steady. “You need to listen.” Her shoulder th