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“You’re the one who kept me here.” Luca’s gaze darkened. “And I’m starting to regret it.” She lifted her chin. “Then let me go.” He stepped closer, and for the first time, she saw something unreadable flicker in his expression. “No.” Raven’s stomach twisted. “Why not?” Luca held her gaze. “Because you’re mine now.”

Fractionally shorter than the ones before it, fractionally closer to stopping without stopping. Then he was past me. Continuing down the corridor with the same unhurried certainty as always. I stayed against the wall. Listened to his footsteps until they turned the corner at the far end and disappeared. Then I stood there for a while longer. My right hand was warm again. I pressed it flat against the wall and felt the cold stone against my palm and thought about the word the elder had used. Binding. The ritual was called a binding. Something that held. Something you couldn’t undo by deciding you wanted to.

" Lara was dragged into the ritual ground, her long white dress slightly torn apart, tears could be seen in those blue eyes of hers as she kept on pleading for them to let her go but it all fell on deaf ears. Being a nobody in the eyes of the council meant that anyone could just pick you up in the village and ask to be with you forever, asking for blood confinement. This means you'll be stuck with that person for the rest of your life " You will get to know each other, in your next life when you are reborn"

You remind me of who I was, hungry, brilliant, and far too kind for the world you're about to enter. Hale Corporation is my legacy. Now it's partly yours. The board will see you as an outsider, a threat, a child playing with sharks. Prove them wrong. Trust no one. Question everything. Don't let them smell blood. You're stronger than you believe. All my love, Thomas "This is garbage!" Daniel stood now too. "We're contesting this. There's no way..." "The will is ironclad," Lucas cut in. "I have documentation proving Thomas was of completely sound mind. You're welcome to try, but you'll lose."

“Emergency at the firm. Board meeting. Clients. My dad wants me there in a few hours.” She was quiet for a long moment. Then: “Duty calls,” she said softly. “You have to show up when you’re needed.” He closed his eyes. “Are you… okay?” “I’m fine. Just…” She stopped. “I didn’t expect it.” He didn’t want to hang up. He didn’t want to leave. Then her voice came again, hesitant: “Alex… can I ask you something?” “Anything.”

, the First Royal said, "is what makes you royal. Rule is not about crowns and thrones. It is about sacrifice and service. You embody both without needing the title to justify either." She turned toward Paige's suspended form. "I will bind her. Spirit and body simultaneously. The binding council law requires it, but living practitioners can only attempt rather than guarantee it. In this space, I can guarantee it." "What does that mean for her?" Sierra asked. "It means she wakes in the living world bound beyond the reach of centuries of practice. Her testimony will remain accessible to those with the authority and integrity to use it, and her faction's protection will disappear once the truth

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.

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.”

Even the ones who don't fit the mold. Especially the ones who don't fit the mold. It's not about feelings. It's about duty. About doing what's right. About making sure someone under my protection doesn't get hurt because I was too proud to act. The binding stone pulses with silver light from the floor, its cracks spreading wider with each beat. Soon it will shatter completely, and then there will be nothing left to hide behind. No more excuses. No more delays. No more pretending that pack duty doesn't include protecting her.

And know that I will not let you flee your desires. I close my eyes, unable to speak. Her warm breath touches me, her hand wraps around mine, and I feel my heart tearing itself from my vows to throw itself into the reality of our bond. But duty calls to me with a voice stronger, more insistent than any desire: I am a priest. I am bound to my faith. To my mission.