Novel & Cerita Alba Loves Bondage

he said, running his hand through his hair. "Alexei, if I am among you as the daughter of an enemy, let me leave here with the least harm," I said He turned to me and then put his hand behind my neck close to me, "Don't remember the order to leave in front of me again," he said nervously, then grabbed my hand and led me where to the square crowded with members of the group. We stood behind the crowd, and Kessina was now standing on the podium, "Listen to me, everyone, Alpha Iceberg keeps the daughter of werewolf killer Dr. Albert Laris as his lover, will you allow weak humanity to be here?" she said angrily.

“This place looks busy, I wonder why the need for more brides, huh,” Alba said sarcastically when Miguel walked into the study room. Miguel chuckled and walked straight to the desk “You know how it is, do you perhaps want to be among them,” Miguel remarked arching his brows at her. Alba was 24 years old, a powerful witch with powers she inherited from her parents. Over the years, she had done enough to earn herself a position as the werewolf commander. Trusted by the alpha king

Her unsteady breaths and the melody of her moans were a symphony of desire, making me smirk. She squirmed under my touch, a futile attempt to free her hands, touch me, and seize control. As I pushed her onto the counter, her struggles only ignited my passion further. I bit her thigh, and she yelped. “Don’t you dare!” I commanded, my voice dripping with authority. Her breath hitched, and the scent of her arousal thickened in response to my Alpha command. Fuck, she is perfection! “Y... yes, Alpha,” she moaned. Her submission made my dick twitch. The way she says ‘Alpha’ is the most seductive thing I have ever heard.

Together, they would navigate the complexities of forgiveness, rebuilding trust, and finding a new purpose beyond the darkness that had consumed them all. With renewed determination, Alison stepped forward, ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery and redemption. The path would be rocky, but she believed that by embracing compassion and letting go of her thirst for revenge, she could become the person she had always longed to be. And with the support of her newfound allies, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, one step at a time.

I cut her palm with my dagger. She speaks next, “I Alpha Abigail Westfield of the Crescent Moon Park, give my loyalty, protection and love to you Alpha Christov Bonderets of the Iron Claw pack, I will honor our bond as we create and merge our two packs as we will create and merge our lives as one,” she cuts my palm with her dagger and our cut hands clasp to one another’s, merging our blood and solidifying our bond and packs. I pull her to me and crash my lips to hers as a surge of power runs through me.

I huffed. King Cyrus frowned. “We’re married,” he said, like that explained everything. “So?” I shot back, irritated by his logic. “That doesn’t give you the right to touch me. You still need my consent,” I said flatly. He raised a brow. “So you didn’t want to mate with me?” “What?” I looked up at him, stunned. “Mate with you?” “Newly married couples mate as soon as they can. It finalizes the bond. I have to mate you and mark you to form that bond,” he explained.

“Tonight, no more planning. No more threats. Just you. Just me. Just forever.” We moved to the bedroom. Clothes hit the floor in a trail. This time he took his time—mapping every inch of me with his mouth, learning the new sounds I made when he sucked my clit or curled his fingers just right. I rode his face until I was sobbing his name, then straddled him and sank down onto his cock, slow and deep, letting the bond guide every movement. He gripped my hips, eyes locked on mine. “I love you, Alisa Moretti. Not the bond. Not the mark. You. The woman who built a restaurant from nothing and then stood up to a pack that tried to bury her.”

Inside him something had. It was like a rope pulled taut after years of slack — not painful, but worse than painful in a way he couldn't have explained to anyone who hadn't felt it. Purposeful. Directional. He'd grown up hearing the older wolves talk about the life-bond the way people talked about lightning or tides — things that didn't negotiate, didn't soften their arrival, didn't care at all whether you were ready. He'd always half-assumed they were romanticizing it. Making something that was probably just chemistry sound like fate because fate was easier to live with than biology. This was not chemistry.

Veronica’s POV Athina’s voice was soothing yet firm, “Why do you doubt it? When there is a bond between mates there is no use trying to deny it. When a bond is decided then rank, status, even rules we set for ourselves fall away. If your heart burns for him, it is because it knows the truth. The Moon Goddess will never make a mistake. He is your mate, whether you want to accept it or not.” I shook my head, trying to grasp the reality, “But, Logan… He is respected, powerful, he has everything he will ever need. Why would a powerful Alpha be destined to be with a rogue like me? I’m weak, I’ve been wolfless until now.”

“I’m not sure if I can even begin to forgive her for doing something like that to me, but I’d be willing to try because I love her. “She has to get away from the rouge first though. And I’m not sure how to get the two apart. They’re oddly attached to each other ridiculously quickly. “I don’t get it either. I’m the Alpha of my pack. Everyone in that pack wants to be with me. How is it possible that the woman I love doesn’t want to be with me?” That catches my attention. “You’re the Alpha?” I ask. “Yeah,” he scoffs. “Not doing too much for me lately though.” “It can though,” I say. “See, I have a plan to pry Kole and Kierra apart. But I don’t have the funds to do so.”