B O U N D Unscramble Novels & Stories

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Then, “I can help you.” I hesitated. “Fine. Just be quick.” I turned, lifting my hair. The familiar warmth of him settled behind me. His fingers found the zipper. Slowly, he pulled it down. The air felt closer. More aware. “This is going to take a minute,” he murmured. “What?” “The corset.” His fingers moved with controlled precision as he unlaced the back. The brush of his skin against mine made me feel hot and bothered. Focus, Jade. When he finished, I held the front of the dress in place.

They need to be kept until I know I mean it. “I will know though,” I say. “I’m going to figure that out.” I reach into my bag to take out the next part of the antidote. With this, I think I’ll gain back most of my clarity. Enough to make my decision. Before I can take it, Catherine lunges for it, knocking the bottle right out of my hand. I’m shocked as she grabs it. “Good luck getting your clarity now,” she snarls. “What is going on?” Kole asks, as he sees us.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.

I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on his feet — naked, blood-streaked, beautiful — facing the shadows creeping closer. Varun emerged from the darkness, flanked by his wolves. His lips curled into a cruel smile as his gaze dropped to me — still sprawled on the ground, still aching from Thorne’s touch. "Touching," Varun drawled. "Truly. But unfortunately, she's promised to another." Thorne's entire body vibrated with rage. "Over my dead body," he growled. "Gladly," Varun said — and lunged. Thorne met him midair with a roar, their bodies crashing together in a clash of muscle and magic.

Shrey said while covering her ears with her hands, "Actually *dramatic sigh* sweetheart, I wasn't talking to you, but to this little bunny," George said, showing a cute little rabbit in his hand; with a tight-lipped smile, he gently patted the bunny's head. Sherry has always been fond of rabbits, and George knew it, so he purposely holds him in the wrong way "hey little one, do you know if the word god is spelled upwards down, it comes dog" George said and laughed at his joke to which bunny flicked his head and feet, "Wow, wow hold on dude stop flicking yourself"

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Smile. Walk. Don't move your hands. Take small steps. Don't run. Just walk. Breathe. Don't let them see you can't. Don't make a sound. Just breathe. Smile. Don't raise your voice. Nod your head. Don't talk back. Don't scream. Smile— "Luna? Luna?" Someone shook my shoulders. I turned, too fast, too sharp and found Remi's concerned gaze. His eyes zeroed in on my turtleneck.

"He had this in his pocket." He handed Matteo a folded piece of paper. Matteo opened it. His eyes narrowed. "What does it say?" I whispered. He didn't answer. "Matteo." Still nothing. Frustration bubbled inside me. "What does it say?" Without a word, he handed me the note. My fingers trembled as I unfolded it. There were only six words written in black ink. She's already marked. You're too late. The paper slipped from my hand and fluttered to the floor.

Lyra nodded. "There's one more thing," Sable said. She looked slightly hesitant — a quality Lyra hadn't seen in her before. "The thread I found. Its quality." She seemed to be choosing words carefully. "I've assessed a lot of wolves. Omegas, Betas, Alphas, every designation. The thread has a — character to it. A weight that correlates loosely with the wolf's nature and strength." She held Lyra's gaze. "Yours is not Omega weight." The room was very quiet.