Pressure Points

The fractured bond did not improve with supervision. By the third day of the ritualist’s presence, the mansion had settled into a strained routine of examinations, restricted movement, and political quiet that felt more dangerous than open conflict. Monalisa woke to the mark already aching. The connection between her and Damien carried a low, constant irregularity now, not always painful, but never smooth. When her power stirred, the bond answered badly. When Damien’s temper sharpened, she felt the edge of it under her skin before he entered the room.Their morning session with the ritualist ended more grimly than the last.The old man stood over his notes with the inscribed cord still coiled in one hand, pale eyes moving between the two of them without sympathy.“The dominant channels are continuing to overfire,” he said. “Every time the Alpha pushes for control, the weaker sections inflame. If this continues, the bond will not merely remain incomplete. It will begin to scar.”Damien’

Breaking Point

The ritualist did not wait for evening. Within the hour of his warning, Monalisa was brought back into the examination room under guard, the mark at her neck already burning with irregular heat. Damien arrived moments later, presence hard and contained, the fractured bond between them carrying enough strain that even the air in the room felt tighter for it. The old man had cleared the table of everything except the inscribed cord, a set of dark-glass markers, and a shallow bowl that steamed faintly with bitter herbs.“Stand opposite each other,” he said. “No contact until I say.”Monalisa took her place, Damien took his. The moment the cord linked their wrists, the claim flared hard enough to make her breath hitch. Feedback raced up her arm and into the mark. Damien’s shoulders tensed as the same shock moved through him. The ritualist watched with narrowed eyes.“There,” he murmured. “Do you feel that pull under the left channel?”Monalisa did. It was wrong, not the usual uneven press

The Bond Turns

The emergency session began under the worst possible conditions. Monalisa could barely stay upright when they brought her into the examination room. The collapsed channel in the bond was no longer a distant structural fault. It dragged and burned with every breath, sending irregular shocks from the mark at her neck down into her chest. Golden light kept flickering under her skin no matter how hard she tried to contain it. Damien stood opposite her with his jaw locked, the tether between them carrying so much strain that even the guards outside had been ordered farther down the corridor.The ritualist did not waste time on courtesy.“Hold still,” he said, wrapping the inscribed cord around both their wrists. “If either of you pushes against the connection while I’m isolating the damaged channel, you may finish the collapse yourselves.”The moment the circuit closed, pain flared hard. Monalisa sucked in a sharp breath. Damien’s shoulders tensed as the same feedback hit him, but the dist

All Chapters of Breeding His Stepdaughter : Chapter 61 - Chapter 63

Pressure Points

Breaking Point

The Bond Turns