Bonds At War: The Virgin Is Mine Novels & Stories

she said. Nyla was about to walk away when I received a message from him which make her stopped and glare on my screen. "ok then" "see you there baby," Daddysert replied. "Hmmm. Baby-baby," she stated with a tone. I out my pointed finger in the center of my nose and lips as a sign to make her quiet. "Enjoy your few hours of being a virgin, virgin," she narrated before she finally walk away. Time was fast and it's already 6pm, I packed my things then downloaded an app of the site for a convenient communication and I don't have to open my laptop.

She was the bond. And that meant the war had only just begun.

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

All this Alpha blood running through my veins is worthless. Locking my knees to my chest I weep silently as mild hiccups quake my flesh, I miss him. So much that it is gravely depressing and leaves a distasteful sense of vulnerability within me. Our past memories are like briar vines that immerse deep into my body to leave me immobile where all I can do is reminiscence of him or perhaps imagine how things could be different between us. In a loving mate bond where my bed shall not be cold and void anymore.

“Ancient. Dangerous. It can sever the mate bond, but only at a cost.” “What kind of cost?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Pain. Memory. Possibly even life. Severing the mate bond is not like cutting a string it is like tearing two souls apart. You may never feel love the same way again. You may never bond with anyone else. The Goddess does not grant second chances lightly.” I closed my eyes, Ryan’s face flashing behind my lids. His smile, his anger, his touch. And the moment I saw his father’s face and realized… everything.

The bond was tugging harder now, stronger, impossible to resist. The square was a wild, chaotic celebration of joy, laughter, and love. Mates were finding each other under the crimson light, their howls of unity echoing across the pack lands. My wolf clawed at me, restless and demanding, urging me to find her. And then I saw her.

“I won. Do you know what that means?” I nodded. “You are in charge,” I whispered. He gently bit my neck as he began to tug my shorts and underwear down. He moved between my legs and began to rub my pussy as he kissed my neck again. “My, my ,my. What do we have here? Nice and ready for me.” “Timothy, please.” He moved again and the next thing I knew he was rubbing his cock where his fingers had been seconds before. “Yes, princess?” “I’m a virgin.”

I whispered in her ears before I tried to resume kissing her again but she held me back. "Are you saying that you are a virgin?”. She asked with surprise. "Yes, I am a virgin”. I answered proudly. "What about the girls I saw you with that day?”. "They are just my toys. I never allowed them to kiss me or even have me fuck them”. I replied. “I can't believe this though but I can feel that you are telling the truth". “I won't lie to you. From now on, you are mine forever. I will mark you as mine tonight, are you ready?".

She searched for any weakness in the servant's defenses, knowing that they needed an opening to gain the upper hand. Suddenly, it hit her. The servant's unwavering loyalty was their greatest vulnerability. With a swift, unexpected move, Amelia redirected her attention from attacking to appealing to their sense of humanity. "Stop this! Can't you see the darkness has consumed you? You know what it's like to love and to feel true joy. Reclaim your humanity!" Amelia pleaded, her voice filled with genuine compassion. For a moment, a flicker of doubt passed across the servant's eyes. The air seemed to still, as if time itself held its breath, waiting for the servant's decision. A battle-worn silen

This conversation needed to stay private and free from outside ears. Lenox stood with his back to us. With a glass of alcohol in one hand, he enjoyed his Cuban cigar in the other. Following a few quick puffs, he spoke. "She's a virgin. The starting bid is set at half a million dollars." My gaze caught the Ear Pod he had in his ear. He was talking to someone over the phone. "Yes, I promise, a credible source has told me that this girl remains a virgin."