Bonds At War: The Virgin Is Mine Novels & Stories

She pulled out a pristine, physical stack of ancient, gold-leafed bearer bonds. "These are the original foundation bonds of the Sterling legitimate empire," Zara executed perfectly, the crushing gravity of her intellect completely dominating the room. "They are entirely untraceable, immune to digital freezing, and legally bypass any board vote. Darius thinks he bought the board of directors. But tomorrow at noon, I am going to walk into his purge and psychologically bankrupt him in front of the world." The next morning, the New York sun broke violently against the glass and steel of the Sterling corporate headquarters.

It was deeper, more entwined. It was the kind of soul-deep resonance that only came from an Eternal Bond. He had lied. He wasn’t dealing with a conflict last night. He was completing the damned bond with her. And now, he was trying to ask my permission for something he’d already done. “Do you even still need my permission?” I stepped back, fighting the burn in my eyes. “You have to understand, Isolde. A life is at stake.” Darius moved toward me, reaching for my hand.

Who'd looked at me like I was the most fascinating thing he'd ever studied. Virgin. I should probably say something. But my brain had short circuited. And my body was having a very different reaction than my brain. Heat flooded through me. Sudden. Intense. My thighs clenched. Oh god. I was turned on. More turned on than I'd been in years. Because he was a virgin. What did that say about me? "I understand if that changes things," Elliot said quietly. He started to pull his hand away. "I shouldn't have. This was a mistake."

Evelyn exclaimed. Lilith took a deep breath before continuing, even though Evelyn was clearly holding back her anger. “Lucas was at that club. He was the one who paid the highest price and took me away from that terrible situation. At first, I thought everything would feel wrong, or even scary, because it was a virginity auction. I thought Lucas might take my virginity after that. But strangely, with him, I actually felt safe...”

he asked, stepping closer to where Nina stood with a lustful look on his face. “What are you doing?” I struggled against my bonds. “Leave her alone!” The warrior seemed to take my words as a challenge. He raised his hand to Nina, who glared at him defiantly. “Aarlon stop!” Another warrior interrupted him, regardless, he pushed Nina. Aarlon turned to me with a satisfied smile on his face. “On a second thought, you are right, I shouldn’t soil my hands with the disgusting blood of these Omegas.” I glanced back at Nina, relieved they were all right. “Nina… take care of Abigail,” I whispered, trying to seem calm as the warriors resumed dragging me away. “I will be fine, I promise you.”

Perhaps the consequences weren’t as obvious as Eician’s but the effects were there, under the surface. “When I returned after three months on the road, I found Irina in the kitchen with another alpha’s mark on her neck and a baby that wasn’t mine in her belly. After four years, she had gotten sick of waiting for me and bonded with one of my old drinking buddies, a town guard recently promoted to captain. Those four years, I gave her everything, took jobs that wouldn’t take me so far away even though the pay was shit. I gave her everything I earned even if it meant I couldn’t afford lodgings for myself. All I asked was that she wait a little longer, but in the end, it didn’t matter.”

“They erased it.” “Yes.” “Why?” Rhydian looked at him then. And for once, there was no arrogance in his expression. Only something colder. “Because House Virel didn’t lose the war,” he said. “They disappeared it.” --- FIRST BLOOD MEMORY The words should have meant nothing. But Kael felt them anyway. Like a memory he hadn’t lived. A battlefield he had never stood on. A scream he had never heard—but still recognized. His grip tightened on his blade.

The location of his mines had always been discreet and not even Zach knew about it. "I.... We were suddenly ambushed and the diamonds were taken away before we could realize what was going on. The rest of the diamonds were blown up alongside the mines." His secretary who was on his knees spoke in a submissive tone and his head was bowed while Robert kept hitting him to vent his anger.... "You-all are useless!!!! I want my diamonds returned to me else I'm gonna have your head on a platter!!" Robert yelled furiously and threw a punch at his secretary who didn't bother dodging it..

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

Virgin. A slow, predatory smile spread across my face. “Well, well. A fucking virgin.” She nodded frantically, eyes wide and glistening, pleading without daring to speak. The fear in them was pure, unfiltered. It made my cock twitch against my zipper. “You’re in luck today,” I murmured, voice low and mocking. My gaze slid to the glass table beside us. The whiskey bottle waited like an old friend, half-full, amber liquid catching the dim light. The ice had long since melted. Good. I liked it warm and burning.