Bound By Duty Novels & Stories

He asserted. "I will perform my duties too." She affirmed. This is just an agreement. Nothing else. Love would not bind them. Instead, they were going to be bound by spousal duties, that's all.

"That is my duty." Next

Or maybe I could just make his eyes pop out since I don't have the strength to twist his neck. "As what I've said, it is the proof that we both agreed to in a deal, like a contract. However, you cannot do something that is against the contract terms, which means you can do nothing to me while we are in the deal. I can't also run from my obligation to you. It binds us that way." And I was completely unaware of this! What the hell did I put myself into? If that's the case, then how can I execute an ambush attack? This is a dead end!

"This isn't just about love. This is about duty and responsibility– to our pack, to our people." "I am aware of my duty and responsibility, Boris," I replied calmly, meeting his icy stare with equal intensity. "But it is not my duty to become your Luna. It is not my responsibility to placate your needs." My words hung dangerously in the air, every syllable echoing off the high-vaulted ceilings of our meeting hall.

I didn’t have to turn around to know he was there. “Lyra.” I stopped. Damien stood a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back, expression unreadable as ever. His presence alone seemed to still the space around him, like everything else knew better than to move. “You’re walking more comfortably,” he said. “That’s good.” I didn’t answer. “I have another mission for you.” My shoulders tensed. “What kind?” He studied me for a moment, then gestured for me to follow. “The kind that requires discretion.”

Helen said flatly. “What do you mean?” “Perhaps the only points you remember in the contract you signed were that Thea was not allowed to use a cellphone, not allowed to contact her family, or do anything that might distract her. But you seem to have forgotten the clause stating that Thea is not allowed to be involved with anyone, including ‘marriage.’ What she must do during her employment is devote her full energy and mind to serving our master.”

Once outside the borders she can do what she wants,she won't get the boy back. Even if the press bankroll any counter-Custody claim by her for the public,it will take years. She's finished. And you my brother, Lucian patted him on the back ‘are finally off duty”. You're free to celebrate a job well done. ‘Not quite’, said Rafael. His left hand slipped from Ben's and landed on his brother's left cheek, Lucian crumpled, unconscious,to the floor. Ben gasped , but Rafael took his hand again and started to hurry towards the door.

My throat worked uselessly, my mind scrambling for something to say, some way to make her understand that her loyalty could get her killed. *Duty.* That single word was a chain around both our necks, heavy and unbreakable, binding us to roles we hadn’t chosen. Yet Mira carried it without flinching, without complaint, without even seeming to feel the weight. She bore it with grace, with dignity, as though servitude was something noble rather than something forced upon her.

“Your marriage to Aurora must proceed without hesitation. The sooner you and she are publicly bonded, the stronger the pack will be. That is your duty. Do not fail it.” I nodded, stiffly, trying to swallow the rising panic, the frustration, the guilt. Every word felt heavier than any burden I had ever carried. Duty. Responsibility. Control. All of it meant nothing compared to the thrum in my chest—the bond, alive and screaming, impossible to ignore.

I questioned, and all I could see was his furious eyes, “You are just a selfish person, one minute you are saying let’s be friends, and the next minute you are acting like a manic.” Damian tightened his hands, “A manic just because I’m not comfortable with the relationship between my wife and my cousin?” “You do not even claim me as your wife!” I yelled furiously, “You need to love and respect me as your wife before you put a boundary on my relationship with others.” Damian's eyes had a lot to say, but instead, he began arranging his clothes again, “I do not have time for this.” I took a deep breath, arguing would only make things more difficult for us, “It’s okay if you are confused, we are