Bloodbound: The Alliance Novels & Stories

I broke it open and unfolded the pages carefully. The words etched across them were faded but unmistakable: oaths written centuries ago, binding promises of protection between Alpha and mate. Not just words of love or devotion, but spells carved into bloodlines, a covenant that said as long as the Alpha’s heart beat, his mate would never fall to the claws of another. My father once told me it was a dangerous vow, one that consumed, because to honor it meant sacrifice without hesitation. I traced the script with my thumb, my throat tightening. Every part of me was already bound to Declan, no matter how much I wanted to deny it in front of Nikolai and Killian. I could feel the bond thrumming u

That girl would be safest with him because he’d see her as his. “My sister is now under your protection. Our families share the same values. My sister is not to be touched before the alliance contract is signed. Once you have pledged your family to ours on paper, you may touch her, not before. I’m not too worried about you hurting her, she can look after herself,” Dominic said. “Then we will exchange women when we sign the alliance contract. I know your family is big on virginity so I have to admit that Anya is not one,” Lev said.

Any alliance-member pack asked to adjudicate would look at the parties involved and make the same determination in under an hour. Gareth Selwyn knew all of this. Caelum had known he knew it before he walked into the room. "The eastern pass terms," Gareth said finally. "Still on the table." "My alliance offer regarding Marcy—" "Off the table." Caelum said it without shifting his expression. "That was always going to be my answer. The Omega in your attic is unrelated to that decision." A lie, technically. But not one Gareth could disprove.

Damien "Oh…… yeah! Fuck," I groaned and almost cum inside her but I immediately withdrew and pushed her away. She screamed and fell to the ground in tears. Ignoring her endless sobs, I pick up my phone that has been ringing endless on the side table. **The Shadow Cartel** our mafia group name flashing as the caller ID, gaining my attention. The Shadow Cartel was the largest and first mafia group to have ever existed in the whole world before *The Nightfall Legion* which was Alexander's own came into existence.

The cold was still attacking the region, so everyone was beginning to adapt to winter clothing, predominantly black and leather as they got into their respective vehicles and drove to that special place. The Brompton Cemetery was still lonely, saving the security team a few more inspections. It was better no news media would pick up anything around. Between Fred Davison's recent passing and now Carla's aunt, the Bastidas's wedding would be labeled the most insensitive and suspicious of all. Carla wasn't a woman of long weeping or heavy grieving, she knew very well how to carry her procession inwardly. Despite that, burying the ashes next to her mother's body was a truly hard moment, almost p

“She’s fighting with a god, Portia. It’s our fault why the prophecy happened and we’re the ones to pay for it." “It wasn’t the werewolves’ fault. It’s the witches’.” “There’s nothing we can do to undo the prophecy. And the werewolves’ alliance with the witches had led us to this.” He looked down on the water before continuing, “We’re not supposed to associate ourselves with the humans back then. But with the witch’s spells, we manage to break the boundary. That’s the tie that keeps our bond.” “She will protect us, Giofré. Just like how she protected me.” I laid a hand on his shoulder as he turned his head to me.

I felt like a door with no lock—one that had already been opened. Angela nodded toward the staircase. “If you’re going to face him, you’ll need something stronger than prophecy.” She crossed to the shelves and pulled down a heavy tome bound in lunar leather. The pages flipped themselves, stopping on a symbol I hadn’t seen before—a triangle of flames surrounding a heart. “This is a binding glyph,” she said. “It was used during the Flame Wars to forge trust between allies… or rivals. But it only works if both parties allow it.” “You want me to bind myself to Thorne?” “I want you to survive him.” The chamber pulsed again.

"The difference is whether your family is protected when it starts and whether Vell's daughter has company in her grief or stands alone." Lena was quiet for a long time. "What do you need from me?" she said. Wren told her. The alliance call went out that afternoon—not a request, a notification. Black Hollow was going to war with Shadow Fang, and the alliance was being activated, and the specific terms of each commitment were being invoked. She had Thorne draft the notifications in the formal language of the alliance agreements; she signed each one. The responses began arriving the following day.

But I pushed it down. This wasn’t about us. It was about the little boy with bright eyes lying in a hospital bed, waiting for a reason to stay. I stepped closer. “This is not forgiveness,” I said, my voice calm. “This is not surrender. This is for Gavin. And if you ever betray this bond, you won’t live to regret it.” The glade pulsed. The ash lifted into the air, dancing in slow spirals as Aethera raised her hands. “Lila Green. Alpha Tyler. By the moon, by blood, and by will, you are now bound.”

The Alliance doesn't have enough time to get medical help for those who are bound to die. A loud cry for help catches our attention, and we immediately turn to the source of the sound. We see Aros pushing a young woman to the ground. She's a human, dressed in Alliance colours, far too young to be one of them. No wonder he mentioned that the Alliance is taking in children now, those lowly bastards. As the girl struggles under Aros’ paws, another voice appears in the background, and we turn our head in its direction. That's when we see him- that damn red cape freak. The bastard's here, and he's about to attack Aros. Over our fucking dead body. We take off and lunge at the bastard, jamming our