Bound By Tension Novels & Stories

Alexander sat motionless, the faint sound of the assistant’s departure the only sound hanging in the air. As the seconds ticked by, the question worried at him: Which rejection will cost me more? The silence gave no answers, leaving Alexander confined in the suspense of his own making.

I was cuddling the man who had put a blood bind on me. And I couldn't even for the life of me find anything wrong in my actions. What the hell is wrong with me? It's the mate bond, Lunex confessed. What? That's why. You keep asking yourself why you can't resist him, why your body keeps— She paused. It's the bond, Taylor. What you both have is a real fated bond and unlike the bind from being marked by someone. It pulls you both together. It always will. Fighting it is practically impossible.

And i am very happy for it. Though i know, the person because of whom i am bound with these people is not mine. We are only Bounded by Vows not Bounded by Heart. Within a week, i got attached to Divi very much. She now considers me as her family. But something is not good with my baby these days. I mean she is good with me but not as she used to. I think school is taking a toll on her and I am just overthinking about it.

Not conflict. Not yet. But tension. The kind that didn’t explode immediately. The kind that built. Slowly. Quietly. Until there was no way to ignore it anymore.

The bond pulsed again. Soft. Then sharper. She was still holding herself together. Even now. Even after the council. After the pressure. After everything they had pushed onto her. And I could feel it. Enough to know she wasn’t stable yet. My grip tightened slightly against my arm. Annoyance flickered. Because this wasn’t useful. I pulled back again. Harder this time. Cutting the thread more aggressively. The bond reacted. Strained. Resisted. Then..snapped tighter.

She tightened her hold on him, gripping tight as though he was her lifeline. "I don't want to hurt you, Freya." He confessed, his voice breaking with the weight of his fear. He feared that a little reaction from him would hurt her so bad, and everything would have no meaning anymore. Freya stared at him, her head spinning with different scenarios and possibilities. His increasing distress was making her unable to think. She suddenly pushed him down and straddled him when he began to thrash restlessly. He began to claw at his own skin, tearing off his clothes, pulling his hair. Lord, that was when she understood the real meaning of fear.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> The bond stretched. Julia felt it the moment George reached the upper territory — not the clean, warm presence of him close, but the specific tension of distance pulling at something that had not been designed to exist across great space without cost. Not breaking. The bond between them had survived things that should have broken it and had not. But stretching, in the way that true things stretched — fully present on both ends and aware of the distance between. She felt him moving. Could feel the specific quality of his attention, the Alpha-focus that meant he had found the thing he was walking toward and was no longer dividing himself between it and wha

--- Closing Tension For the first time— There was uncertainty. Not weakness. Never that. But something unfamiliar. Something neither of them had faced before. And neither of them were ready to walk away from. ---

It was as he teased my folds, finding me wet and ready, that the combustion reached record temperatures, sizzling and scorching as he pressed within me. “Those muscle relaxers must not be working,” he said with his warm breath teasing the sensitive skin near my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.” He brought his nose to mine. “No one touches you and lives to talk about it. Do you understand?” I nodded. “I’m yours, Dante.”

he said back without a flicker of emotion. I swallowed my frustration and nodded, though inside I wanted to scream. By mid-afternoon, I was dragging myself across the floor, every step threatening to buckle my legs. My phone buzzed. Another text from the hospital—another bill. My chest tightened. At this rate, I was drowning. Saving my mum felt impossible. “Excuse me, ma’am, we don’t have what you’re looking for,” Tayo, my co-worker, called out. Her tone was sharp.