Bound By Duty Novels & Stories

I laughed too, shaking my head. “You know you can always quit,” she said suddenly, her voice firm. “I can’t. I owe his grandmother too much. It would feel ungrateful to walk away.” “She may be a real-life angel,” Mum sighed, turning her face toward the window. “She is,” I admitted. Her gaze returned to me. “I can’t believe I’m making you go through all this.” “Oh, come on. If I were the one in this bed, you’d do the same. Right?”

I stared at him, waiting for more, because half truths were worse than wounds. His shoulders lifted, then fell. “It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even want. It was duty. She was powerful, ambitious. Her pack controlled territory I needed. An alliance with her meant safety for Lunavara when I was still clawing to hold it. My father pressed it. Her council pressed it. And I” he broke off, jaw locking, wolf bristling under his skin. “I agreed.” I swallowed, the taste bitter. “You were going to marry her.”

Duty, desire, guilt, and temptation all collided in a storm I could not tame. And then, of course, came the bond. Its gentle insistence, subtle but persistent, reminded me that this was not just about me, not just about my needs or my indulgences. It also involves the life that Ella now carries. The trust I had violated. The protection I now owed towards her.

"You’re mine now. And you will do your duty." I leaned down, my lips crashing into hers before she could protest again. Her body stiffened, and I could feel the terror radiating off of her. Her soft gasp of protest was swallowed by my kiss, and her body trembled in my arms, but I didn’t stop. The bond was relentless, and I refused to be weak. I kissed her harder, deeper, ignoring every scream of protest, every cry of desperation. This wasn’t about love. It wasn’t about desire. It was about duty. The bond demanded it, and I would fulfill it.

Just enough to wipe that composed walk off…. “Move faster, Dr. Carter,” he said without looking back. “You’re holding us up.” I inhaled sharply. “You’re not my superior, so you can’t boss me around.” “You’re on my team,” he replied. “Which unfortunately puts you under me operational jurisdiction.” I wanted to throw a chair at his back, and damage his spinal cord. Instead, I followed him into the simulation room: A curved steel chamber, interior domed with VR panel, oxygen masks hanging from the walls, multiple floating control screens.

There was a boundary. Clear. Defined. And held.

My mind went back to the bottle. Small. Glass. Unremarkable to anyone who didn't know what it was. The kind of thing that had no reason to exist in the drawer of a woman who had nothing to hide — who had arrived in this house exactly as presented, exactly as documented, exactly as the bond had supposedly confirmed. The bond. I turned the word over. Lucien's voice from the bar: the bond only works one direction. You don't feel it for the wrong person.

"You carry our dynasty now. Your life is no longer your own to risk." "I am fine, Ethan," I panted, my fingers automatically clenching the fabric of his wet shirt, my analytical mind still trying to map the tactical retreat. "We need to re-route the manifests before Dominic coordinates with the central fleet—" "The manifests can burn," Asher growled, stepping up behind the divan, his massive hands clamping onto my shoulders with a sudden, bruising force that dragged my back flush against his hot, bare chest. "My brother is right, doll. You’re our incubator now. Every single drop of your blood belongs to this house."

“What the hell is wrong with you?” “I’m sorry,” I gasped, crouching instantly. “I didn’t mean to...” “Of course you didn’t mean to! You never do anything right...” “Vincent?” Adrian’s voice cut through the chaos. Vincent paused, jaw tight. “Leave it,” he said sharply, then grabbed my arm and yanked me up. “Just get out.” I winced as his fingers dug into my skin. Adrian stepped forward. “Is she hurt?” His tone was controlled, but there was something underneath it, something sharp. Protective, almost. “Did the glass...”

Bound By The Baby Part 1 "Dad where are we going?????? You said we were going to meet some relative???" A twenty-two years old girl asked her father who was driving the car quietly. He didn’t answer her question because he had no answer to give to that innocent girl. He was drowning in guilt. She was his child then how could he destroy her life but he didn’t other option. "Papa" she whined placing her hand on his arm. "Dad, where are we going??????” she asked him again with nervousness as she didn’t get any answer from her father. She felt something odd but still she shrugged it off.