All Chapters of BOUND BY ONE DEAL: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

FrictionThe heat in the small room was suffocating, heavy with the sharp, electric friction of their breaths mingling together.James’s hands were firm against Logan’s waist, his warm mouth trailing a slow, possessive line of kisses up Logan’s neck toward his jaw. Every place his skin touched sent a shiver straight down Logan’s spine. For a second, Logan let his eyes drift shut, his fingers buried in James’s hair, completely consumed by the sudden surge of physical need that had been building over days of toxic silence.Then, the reality of the morning slammed back into his mind the cafeteria, the corrupt Dean, the humiliating warnings, and the sheer arrogance with which James had tried to control his life.Logan placed his palms flat against James’s chest and shoved him back with everything he had.James stumbled backward a step, his dark eyes wide with shock as he stared at Logan. His breathing was heavy, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, looking entirely undone."Get off me," Logan

Chapter 23 The early morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of the dorm room, casting a warm golden light over the unmade sheets.Logan stirred, blinking against the brightness, but before he could even sit up, the mattress shifted. James was already moving.In the past, James would have stepped out without a word, cold and distant, leaving an awkward silence in his wake. Today was different. James walked over to the small kitchen counter, poured a glass of warm water, and set it on the nightstand right beside Logan."Stay still for a second," James said quietly. His voice carried none of its usual sharp edge it was deep, low, and smooth.He leaned down, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Logan’s forehead. His thumb lingered for a second on Logan's cheek, a brief, tender touch that sent a soft flutter straight through Logan's chest. James didn't just tolerate Logan's presence anymore; he actively cared for him. He pulled Logan’s jacket off the chair, drape

Chapter 25 The steady, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound breaking the sterile silence of the ICU.Logan Crofton sat on the plastic chair beside the bed, his knuckles white as he held James’s limp, feverish hand. For as long as anyone at the academy knew, Logan was a proud, dominant Alpha someone who stood his ground and never backed down. But sitting here in the dim light, that fierce facade meant nothing. He hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours, hadn't eaten, and hadn't stopped praying for James to wake up. Every time a nurse walked in to adjust the IV drip, Logan flinched, terrified of what the blood toxicity reports might reveal.When James's fingers twitched softly against his palm, Logan gasped, scrambling closer as his chest burst with a desperate, suffocating hope."James?" Logan whispered, his voice cracking. "Can you hear me?"James’s dark eyes slowly fluttered open, wincing against the harsh fluorescent lights above. He groaned, a heavy line forming be

Chapter 27 The morning sun over Oakhaven Crest broke slowly through the thick mountain mist, casting a pale, warm golden glow across the vast pine forests that cradled the Crofton estate. A crisp, biting autumn breeze filled the morning air, carrying the sharp scent of damp earth and evergreen resin. Inside the grand timber and stone mansion, the atmosphere was quiet, yet for Logan, the lingering weight of the past forty eight hours hung in the air like a suffocating blanket.Standing near the passenger side of his family’s silver SUV, Logan pulled the heavy collar of his dark denim jacket higher around his neck. His body was physically rested after a full night’s sleep in his old bedroom a room that had remained untouched since he left for the capital two years ago but his mind steadfastly refused to unwind. Old habits die hard. Even out here in the peaceful, secluded countryside, his eyes automatically scanned the long, tree-lined driveway, watching the shadows between the tall pin

Marcus POV Marcus Crofton woke up at nine in the morning, the golden rays of the mountain sun already streaming through the floor to ceiling windows of his top floor bedroom.He didn't rush. As the supreme Alpha’s heir, the clock moved around him, not the other way around. He stretched out on the massive king sized bed, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. Unlocking the screen, he pulled up his messages and typed out a quick text to his girlfriend, the daughter of the high ranking Vance pack from the neighboring territory.Morning, babe. How are you feeling today?He didn't wait for her reply before tossing the phone aside and heading into the private bathroom attached to his suite. After a hot shower, Marcus pulled on his clothes for the day a sharp, casual ensemble of a fitted black designer tee, dark fitted denim, and a tailored gray jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders and commanding frame. He didn't wear an academy uniform; status brought privileges, and Marcus carri