Bound By Affection Novels & Stories

“And there’s something else.” Of course there fucking was! I’m done. “The bond amplifies everything. Love. Hate. Pain. Joy. Whatever you’re feeling toward them would intensify tenfold once the connection is complete. If you hate them now you’ll hate them more. If there’s even a shred of anything else…” She let the sentence hang. My hands were shaking. “This is insane. The prophet is asking me to permanently bind myself to men who destroyed me just to save their kingdom?” “Yes.”

Against all reason, I turned back. “I just wanted to say something, sir.” He didn’t answer, so I went on. “I’m sorry for the other day. My mum is in the hospital. They called me—it was an emergency. The driver wasn’t involved. I dragged him into my mess. Please… forgive me.” His lips curved into a humorless chuckle, hands sliding into his pockets. “You must not know anything about me.” I stayed silent, fingers twisting nervously together. “I don’t forgive,” he said, his voice low and measured. “You walk around like my rules don’t apply to you. Like you’re untouchable. Indestructible.”

Like he was committing the moment to memory. Then he intertwined our fingers. Blood met blood. Warm skin against warm skin. For one heartbeat, nothing happened. Then the world shifted. Power moved through the bond like lightning. Not painful. Not frightening. Warm. Bright. Certain. I felt Atlas. Not beside me. Not across from me. Within me. His emotions. His affection. His devotion. The steady certainty that had always existed beneath his teasing smiles and possessive jokes. Mine. The thought echoed through the bond. Not possessive.

"I only call because I care, Jade. You are the center of every thought I have." Just care? I thought, looking past him at the moonlight on the wall. There was a word for what Killian felt, and 'care' was far too small, too domestic a word for it. It was a devotion that bordered on a haunting, an attachment so deep and jagged that it felt like our souls were stitched together with barbed wire. It was beautiful, yes, but it was heavy. But tonight, with the moon peeking through the curtains and the scent of him grounding me, I didn't want to analyze the weight. I didn't want to think about the "why" or the "how long."

He asked. “I thought that…” I trailed off, not wanting to sound sentimental. I wanted to say that I believed that she still had some kind of lingering affection for me. “No…I’ve never thought about it,” I finally murmured, hoping my voice didn’t shake. “Most of the time they’re magically bound to their offspring, but they’re not creatures who do anything out of love,” Viktor said, brutally breaking any kind of presumption I harbored. “And yet…I don’t understand why it—”

“ I have given you my love to you since I knew that you were mine, though I did not feel like this when we did not have any bond with us I have succumbed under the pressure of this bond, for you to ignore me when we are bounded by this bond——” “ So what are we bounded by this bond?” He replied in a curt voice as his voice turned a bit gravelly. He pushed himself off the bed and then looked at her with a darkened gaze that was heating a bit every passing second. “ Tell me, what if we are bounded by this bond?”

"Come, we should see what Luciana and Raziel are up to. They should be getting ready to leave now." Freya nodded. He then took her hands, brought them to his lips and kissed her fingers, bringing butterflies to her stomach. "Why do you like doing this?" "Because you like it. I can hear the change in your heart beat when I do it." He smiled as she fought with the realization he just brought to her. "Do you listen to my heart beat every time?" "Not before, but now." "Why?" "It reminds me how much I affect you." "Do I affect you as much?"

My arms wrapped around her neck, holding her in a secure, protective cocoon. Blaire, in her own way, responded to my embrace. She hugged me back, encircling her tiny arms around my waist, a gesture that mirrored the depth of her emotions. In that moment, the boundaries of our relationship blurred, and the love I held for her was palpable, undeniable.

Blood welled instantly, then handed it to me. I held it steady. Then I cut my own palm. The sting was sharp, but I didn’t react. Aldric stepped closer. Our hands pressed together. Palm to palm, our blood mixing. The priest wrapped a white cloth tightly around our joined hands, binding them together. “By blood willingly given,” he declared, “and by love openly chosen—” …. “—you are bound. Not by fate alone. Not by tradition alone, but by affection and love.” Love.

"Answer the question." "You can always set boundries with me," he says. "You could order me to stay away, or only to do specific tasks that you think your spouse would approve of. But remember, Miss Ambrose. We have a bond. A supernatural bond that makes me feel what you're feeling and drives me to protect you."