Bound By Affection Novels & Stories

The mind link. Yes, but I am not bonded to him. It would seem you are. He despises me. And I… well, I don’t hate him, but we are enemies. I should hate him. He wants me dead, but it is my fault for his anger. Hate… anger can be as strong a bond as affection. Aria thought for a moment. A bond through anger. She’d never heard of such a thing. And us?

Adam burst in,Xavier eyes widen. "You came too" He rush towards his other grandfather. "I wouldn't miss it for the world,now let's go and eat,you must be starving" "Very"Xavier hand in hand with his two grandfather stride to the table, the kids jubilated in their own ways and bury their faces in the cakes blissfully. Boundless love is that kind of love where breaking down walls, overcoming difficulties and moving forward as a team becomes possible, it's a healthy and intelligent love, one that allows all parties involves to grow individually and see beyond the distance... it's not a physical light.

The moonlight seemed to bless us, illuminating our connected forms. They didn’t rush me. Didn’t demand words, or explanations, or even a return of their physical affection. They just stood with me in the profound silence, their warmth pressing into me from all sides, their bond weaving around my heart like precious silk, sealing me within their protective circle. It was a silent testament to their understanding, their patience, their absolute devotion.

Why else would the Alpha king leave him to make the decisions? "Is there something you would like to tell us, Alice?" King Ren offered. There was resignation in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait for all this to be over. He hated that his son had been dragged into this. But well, it was customary to pay for the sins of one's ancestor. Alice shrugged. "One is bound means there is someone bound to the prince, and immune to his curse. Is she one of them?" Now it was Talon's turn to be surprised. "What are you talking about?"

He tried to reach for me again but this time I spoke. “Don’t…” I choked out, my throat burned like it was full of smoke. “Don’t touch me.” He froze. “Ari, baby, listen I…” “Stop talking.” But he continued. “You need to understand, this isn’t what it looked like.” “Then what is it!” I finally cracked. “What could you possibly say to justify what you just did!” “It’s not like I don’t love you Aria, I really do, but…you’re not the woman you used to be.”

They simply… open themselves. They offer the Anti-Chorus the one thing it cannot comprehend. Not our love. Theirs. Their own, newly-born, fragile, and utterly illogical love for us. It is not a grand passion. It is a quiet, bewildered affection. The fondness of a student for a frustrating teacher. The protective urge of a guardian for a chaotic charge. The simple, unquantifiable gratitude for being shown a door they never knew existed. It is a love that has no name, no category, because it is too new. It is a sapling, not an oak.

For she was his and he was hers for all eternity and back. The golden bond between them flared again, bright and tangible, enveloping them like a cocoon. Samantha’s influence, though still lingering in the world outside, could not penetrate here. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper of their combined wills was a testament to the indestructible bond forged by fate and love. Theirs was true and Fated and no manipulation can triumph against the force of their love... their bond... their will.

“To have feelings for a man like that?” Aria smiled softly, folding her hands in her lap. “It didn’t happen all at once. He isn’t an easy man. But real love rarely comes easy. It takes time. Patience. And sometimes, it sneaks up on you when you least expect it.” She reached over and laid her hand gently on Alexander’s. He didn’t move away. Instead, he laced his fingers through hers. The pressure of his hand stunned her. It wasn’t for show. Not fully.

“A contract? And yet… you… act like you care about her? Or it’s not an act?” His expression softened, almost vulnerable for a split second. “I do. It’s not an act, Serena. The agreement was practical, but… the feelings? They aren’t fabricated. They’re real. Deeply real.” She tilted her head, curiosity and awe mingling in her expression. “So… you love her.” Elias did not deny it. He nodded his head slightly, a quiet affirmation. “Yes. I love her. More than I’ve loved anyone. More than I could have imagined.”