Bloodbound: The Alliance Novels & Stories

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.

“Perks of being the head of the alliance, I guess.” He shrugged it off like it was nothing when to me, it was everything. The alliance is made up of Ten packs who are of the northern hemisphere. The shared borders which is why orchestrated attacks by the rebel rogues affect them all. And of course, The Wild-Heart pack was a part of the Alliance. If they are going to have a party to celebrate their victory over the past few years, I do not expect anyone to not be in attendance—including the man I was married to for five years. The true father of my son.

Not metaphorically. It boiled. The scent hit the crowd before the magic did, iron-rich and laced with power. The coals beneath me hissed as blood seeped from my cracked skin, soaking the embers. The sky darkened. And then… I moved. Not rising, not yet. I twitched. The pain should’ve ended me. Instead, it opened me. Bloodbinding surged up through my spine, hungry and unholy. It wasn’t Sevrin’s gift anymore. It wasn’t borrowed.

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.

Carla wondered one more time, feeling something in her chest threatening not to let her hear properly. B.J. wasn't looking serious, barely directing his eyes toward the couple arguing in the living room of the apartment he and other roommates inhabited. He was still standing by a window near them in the living room. He was not the only guard present at the conversation. J.B., "the new guy" (called by his last name Boreanaz), was in charge of recording everything from another room in the apartment, transmission connected to The City and Peter Embert's team on the other side of the ocean.

“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.

Silence returned once more. Heavier than before. The alliance had worked. But it wouldn’t last. Alina leaned against the wall, catching her breath. “Please tell me that’s all of them.” Arun checked the tablet. “No.” She groaned. “Of course not.” The Ghost lowered his rifle slowly. Then turned toward Arun. “Well.” Arun met his gaze. “Yes.” The air shifted again. Different now. Sharper. More dangerous. The temporary alliance had reached its end. Lena stepped back slightly.

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.