บททั้งหมดของ Blood bound to the last witch : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 4

Isabella povI told my father I could handle a wolf.I did not tell him what I meant by that.In our world, family came first. Always had. We were the most powerful coven for a reason,legacy wasn’t inherited, it was maintained. Carefully. Relentlessly.Business and blood. That was how we survived. That was how we stayed on top.I had walked into rooms full of supernatural men before and walked out with exactly what I came for. I learned early that power was mostly performance and I was better at performing than most people were at anything.Kane Rivers was an Alpha.Not a god.And a signature was a signature, no matter whose table it was signed on. This was something quieter, a collective assessment, instant and thorough, the way predators catalog anything that enters their territory before deciding what to do with it. I was a witch. They were wolves. The math was simple and very old.I set my briefcase on the obsidian table and did not look at the man at the head of it.I had rule

Kane POV"You called him."I did not look up from the desk."Within the hour," Damon said. "The ink wasn't dry.""The partnership requires follow-up. That's standard.""Kane." He set the folder down. "I've been your Beta for sixty years. Don't do that."I looked up then.Damon was standing across the desk with his arms at his sides and the particular expression he reserved for moments when he had decided that being careful was less important than being honest. He had worn it three times in sixty years. I remembered each one."What do you want me to say?" I asked."I want you to say what actually happened in that room. Not the version you'll give the elders. Not the version that makes it a business decision." He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down without being invited, which told me everything about how seriously he was taking this. "The witch, Kane. What happened?"The bond sat in my chest exactly where it had been since the signing. Quiet. Immovable. The most inconven