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Even though they're all Criminals The end TBC Appreciation Thank you everyone that read my story , I'm very grateful for your support. kindly check my other books and be expecting the book two of bound .

I was about to get the tickets that were pouring out nonstop from the machine when someone tapped me by the shoulder. I turned around and saw the girl with her babe from before, an angry look plastered on her colorful face. "Wanna have a match?"

"So we will have to monitor you very closely." I noticed as he spoke that some color had returned to his cheeks, and even though I could feel the sadness that was surrounding his heart, I somehow knew that he was going to survive. We talked for a little bit longer until he made his way back to the Manor. Declan returned about an hour later. He noticed the baby books on the table and laughed at the sight of them. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. "Where have you been?" I said, giggling at the closeness of my mate as he nuzzled my neck.

Marley stepped fully into the room and closed the door quietly. She wandered around looking for anything. She came to a shelf and went through the books there. A book with a black binding had a big capital letter and number on it grabbing Marley's attention. It read N.5. She took out her phone and took a shot. Her hand reached out to take the book. “What are you doing in here?” Marley freezed.

Without a second of hesitation I leaned over so she could climb on my back. With everyone situated as best as possible we continued north in the growing dark as twilight peaked around us. Loud animal sounds echoed around us with only the crunching of our feet against the rocky bank of the river to answer it. I heard a scurrying of something in the bushes a few times but nothing ever popped out to attack us thankfully.

Jenny’s body trembled as she crouched behind the broken pew. The sound of footsteps echoed through the church, slow and deliberate. She could feel Ethan’s grip tighten on her wrist, his breath warm against her ear. Whoever had entered was searching for them. Her heart pounded so hard she feared it would give them away. The steps moved closer. Ethan pressed his lips near her ear. “Stay quiet,” he whispered. Jenny barely nodded. The silence stretched, thick with tension. Then, just as suddenly as they had entered, the footsteps retreated. The heavy church doors creaked shut, leaving behind an eerie stillness.

"I need to ask you about something." She sipped her tea, waiting. "I found a book. In the special section." He hesitated, then slid it onto the table between them—Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The wolfskin cover gleamed dully under the café’s warm light. Alice’s brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t reach for it. "And?"

he says, his tone serious. "I think I know what this is." His brow furrows. "I read about this in one of the books in the school's library. I think it's a pocket dimension." "A pocket dimension?" I shake my head. "What does that mean?" "It's an intentionally—magically—constructed space. One with limits. Boundaries. Usually, they're set up to trap someone or protect something." "Like an all-powerful relic." I exhale all the air in my chest.

Why had he never asked her out? She bent over, yelping softly as the cold book touched her exposed skin. She’d been pretty back then, nothing to gawk at, but definitely pretty. She brushed her fingers over the picture once more and closed the book, sighing heavily and putting her treasures back where they belonged. Why would forever be the question.

Jarred asked obviously referring to the mark on her back. “Show them.” AJ said leaning back on the sofa. Oh god. Lillianna turned around so they could see. “You imprinted her?” Max sounded a little shocked. “Yeah…” AJ nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigar. Lillianna returned to face them in her seat. She was humiliated. “Why?” Max seemed intrigued. “Why not? Just to make sure you all know who she belongs to…” “Nice…” Max nodded his head at that.