Bound By Hatred Novels & Stories

I told him in clear terms exactly what I thought of him and his pack and his goddess and his entire existence. My voice broke twice. I didn’t stop. No one intervened. Not the enforcers. Not Ralph. Not the Ashford pack standing in their courtyard watching with remorse. Not Skylar. Slowly, the fight went out of me. The ache in my arms didn’t match the heavier wreckage in my heart. His scent engulfed my lungs and I hated it – hated him – more than anything in this world. His shoulders brushed against my pelvis, like a moving mountain, the motion turning my stomach. I hated it.

I whispered. He leaned in then, the scent of smoke and whiskey clinging to his words. “Understand this…..I don’t and I won’t share what’s mine. If I catch even the faintest shadow of another man near you…” His voice dipped lower, almost a whisper. “It won’t be him who pays. It’ll be you and your family.” The ice in his voice made my blood run cold. The blood drained from my face, but I forced myself to hold his gaze. For the first time, I wasn’t sure whether I hated him more for the threat or for the fact that part of me already believed he could make good on it.

His voice was low yet cold. The urge to bury my fist in his rock hard chest and face even when I knew it wouldn't do anything was biting as hell “I was going to, something I wouldn't feel for you even though you made me starve here.” I said hurriedly before he would do something to cut me off again “I hate you Hus Band or the motherfucker who shares the last name with a crime family.”

Wyatt said, "I could feel that you hated him so much, but hatred arises from love. If you no longer love him, you wouldn't hate him this much." Elianna took a step closer suddenly and said, "I loved him, that was me being blind with my heart. Now I see his true colors, all that love has turned into hatred. Hatred doesn't mean I still love him, it's because he was too heartless." Her eye sockets, involuntarily turned slightly red.

“I hate you.” “Good,” he said simply, the word a blade sliding across my chest. “Hate binds tighter than love ever could.” The words sank into me, venomous, intoxicating, leaving a hollow ache that stretched deep into my bones. I pressed myself against the cold car door, desperate to carve out space between us. But there was no space. Not in this car. Not in this game. Not in this twisted tether that tied us together with invisible chains. Silence fell after that, heavy, suffocating. My chest ached with unshed words, with fury unspent. I wanted to hurt him, to make him bleed as I did, to show him what it felt like to be trapped, terrified, alive only for someone else.

"One wrong calculation and the hull shears in half." "I don't make wrong calculations, Caleb," I replied, locking my eyes with his. The sheer, terrifying adrenaline of the impending battle, the proximity of our enemies, and the absolute certainty of what we were about to do sent a sudden, violent wave of pure, unadulterated heat straight to my womb. The triplets felt it too. The atmosphere inside the tight, blue-lit tactical room dropped in pressure, thick with a dark, suffocating wave of collective lust that made my breathing instantly turn shallow.

Katrina shouted angrily and throw the flower vase on the ground. "Come down, Katrina. Stop behaving like a mad woman. You need to act wisely now" Katrina's friend said to her. "Come down? How can I come down when the bastard insult me in front of public?" Katrina shouted at her. "That's why I freaking told you not to go in front of him without a perfect plan. But you did. What do you think of Demon Knight? Do you think he still has feelings for you? Then the answer is no. A big now. He has closed your chapter from his life and from the heart. You are no longer in his life or he hears. Accept this freaking thing that he just has hate for you. Just hate" Her friend shouted at her again.

Eventually—eventually stop hating me for accepting mate bond that was—was never hers to contest. But I'd heard the hatred. The absolute vitriol. The—the promises to find way around the binding. To—to prove I didn't deserve Caden. To—to destroy me somehow, someday, eventually. That level of hatred didn't—didn't just fade. Didn't just—just disappear because magic made obsessing painful. Emily might let go of Caden. Might—might stop obsessing about the mate bond. But the hatred—the hatred of me specifically—that might—might last forever. Bound or unbound. Treated or not.

He's carrying guilt that would crush most people. But understanding doesn't make this okay. "If you send me away," I say carefully, "if you drug me and force me to leave, I'll never forgive you. The bond might keep us connected, but I'll hate you for it. Every day you keep me locked away, I'll hate you a little more." "I can live with your hatred if it means you're alive."

Angeline sighed. “To be honest with you, I hate her more than you do. From the first time she hurt me, the hatred I had for her had been buried deep within me. Every time she hurt me, the seed of hatred that I had planted in me was watered and fertilized, making my hatred grow stronger and stronger. “Ultimately, all the hatred in me grew into a gigantic tree, seeping into every fiber and flesh of my being. To unearth such hatred is the same as crushing my body into pieces. How agonizing would that be?”