Binding Threads Novels & Stories

PIPER’S POV My hands shook the whole way home, but driving was the only thing that kept me from doing something worse…like dialing Rowan and waking him in the middle of a meeting, or calling Dad and letting my panic spill all over the phone. I needed a plan. I needed someone who could think clearly while my chest felt like it was being crushed. The message had come two hours earlier: an unknown number, a photo of Bryan in a pool of blood, and three words under it that I could still taste: “Bend to me.” Ruben. The same man who’d held me down before, who refused to leave me alone.

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.

Hello readers! How are you all Dear Readers, Thank you for joining me on this journey through Separate Ways: Bound to Be One. This story was born from a fascination with duality — the constant tug between fate and choice, light and shadow, loyalty and betrayal. In crafting the lives of Reese Taylor and James Anderson, I wanted to explore how two people from seemingly different worlds can find themselves bound by something far deeper than coincidence.

“How can you be sure? “I asked Orenda. She just smiled at me and went to the other side of this room and gets some bottles of different kind of colors. She handed to me those bottles and I’m wondering what I’m going to do to those bottles with liquid inside with different colors. “What are those for? “ “You can use that in the future Thana.” I just stared at her as I reached for the bottles. “Those liquids in the bottle will protect and guide you. They will give you a warning for any danger.” “Oh! Really? “ I hold my necklace and I remembered that this necklace was what kept me from harm. What Orenda meant? that I was in danger? Who really I am?

It was hazy, she just needed to focus a little, then maybe she would be able to reach him. “Ruben!” She called out to him, the vibrations were a little stronger now. Ruben was coming, which meant Sebastian was close too. “Can you feel, Sebastian?” Lisa asked. Andrea felt for the bond, the headache tore through her. “I can't focus, plus we haven't completed the mate bond, I can't talk to him.” “You can talk to Ruben. He is here, if we try, maybe one of us will be able to reach him.” Lisa replied.

Anyone that crosses me will rue the day they were born,I thought with a sinister smile. After untying my hands,I slowly crack my neck from side to side, reliving the kinks in my neck. I feel the fear in the air as I crack my bones. I slowly stood up from the chair I was tied to. A menacing grin on my face. I was a sight to behold. I grabbed the blindfold and with one single tug,I removed it. I opened my eyes slowly, taking a while to get used to the bright white light and the natural light filtering through the window.

“Okay…” I bore out my fangs, “Don’t be afraid.” She nodded, “It’ll sting but it won’t hurt as long as you accept it.” She nodded her head again, “Wrap your arms around me.” She brought her hands up, slid them against my chest, slowly sliding them up and then wrapped them around my neck. “Ready?” I asked and she nodded. I smiled to reassure her that everything was going to be fine. Then I took a deep breath and bit the back of her neck, sliding my fangs deep into her skin, into her veins, to leave a permanent mark of bonding.

The twins came back by mid day when I was having lunch in my room, looking very stressed out. "You two look like a mess!" I said as they shrugged off their coat and jumped into the bed, each of them beside me. "We missed you too, mate." Adam drawled, wrapping his arm around my waist as he placed his head on my stomach. I reached out and ran my fingers through his silky hair, loving how the texture felt between my fingers. He hummed in appreciation. "We are just stressed out." Aiden murmured, also placing his head on my shoulder. I smiled, my hand still in Adam's hair as Aiden's hand started caressing my bare arm.

Athina’s presence was strong, as if she, too, was awaking to what Logan had whispered to me. “Why do I feel like this?” I asked softly. “That is part of the bond. Wanting, needing each other. It wakes up anything, and everything.” Athina said with a sinister tone. “Our bond with Logan is more than just emotional. It’s powerful. And a little bit physical.” She giggled like a little school girl. “Athina!” I said with embarrassment. I took a big breath, ignoring what Athina had said and made my way back to the house. Grace met me inside, and her smile said everything. She didn’t need to say anything, because she knew what I was feeling. She had gone through it herself.

"Nutty, tell me honestly. When you encountered that snake, did you feel anything strange?" Nutty replied, "Uncle Pete, I... I can't really explain it. I just felt that the snake was kind of weird." Peter stared intently at Nutty and pressed further. "Weird how?" Nutty scratched his head. "When the snake bit me, I think I heard a strange sound, like someone whispering in my ear. And I also... I also saw..." As Nutty spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced toward Sarah, and his face reddened.