Bound By The Past Novels & Stories

I said. "Not Cain exactly," Bianca said. "Something older than the name he uses now. Something that existed before pack law and council systems and territory boundaries. She fought it and she won and she bound it into a sealed form." Bianca's voice was careful. Like she was reading from something she had memorized and did not want to get wrong. "But binding something that old is not the same as destroying it. She could not destroy it. So she bound it inside a vessel and locked the vessel with the only key that could hold something that powerful." I felt something cold begin at the base of my spine.

For the terrible, irreversible truth that being home did not erase what had been done to her. He leaned until his forehead touched hers. “I know,” he murmured. “But you are. You’re here. You’re with me. And I swear to you, nothing like this will ever happen to you again. Not on my watch.” She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted to. But belief didn’t come easily anymore. Because he couldn’t prevent every bad thing in this world from happening. Her body still remembered cold concrete under her knees. remembered the way the rope bit into her wrists and ankles, remembered hunger. thirst. fear. loneliness.

He thought maybe it was me finally reaching out and asking to come back. After all, I used to love him so much. He was convinced I would eventually return. But when he opened the message, it was a bank alert. His secondary credit card had just been used for a 6 million transaction. The limit had been exceeded. It was the card he'd given Eula. He'd loaded it with a 20 million cap, but she'd already maxed it out. His thoughts drifted back to me. I'd never been one to splurge. I was always careful with spending and never bought much for myself. I'd worn the same outfits for years, and he used to mock me for being plain and unfashionable.

Rikas dived through the air and hurried towards the bright hole, almost about to exit through the hole but Hemon forcefully held him back. “Don’t be in a haste! What are you thinking of? There are consequences attached to every action that you do in here!” “What are the consequences? I can bear them, if I can save my family and bring back all the people who have died” “Unfortunately my boy, you cannot do that. There is a limit to how long you can travel through the past. You can only travel back to a maximum of three months. It means you can only change the things that happened within the past three months. And now its been fifteen years after that war. Nothing can be done”

They had established a certain bond of kinship. "Sherry, please don't cry. My brother has lost his memory, but he hasn't completely separated from the first half of his life. There must be some people in my past who have nurtured me and given me opportunities. I cannot separate myself from the past. If you truly love me, please respect my past..."

One’s past can truly be a curse. As long as she won’t lose her memory of that time, moving on will be hard. They were fated mate. Why them?

But I am with him. Cain reached for my hand, but this time, it was different. Not possession. Not control. Respect. Mutual understanding, fragile and dangerous. His touch didn’t crush; it steadied. The bond screamed, yes, but it was tethered by choice, not command. “Good,” Eamon said softly, almost too calmly. “You’ve remembered. But remember this, your past isn’t finished with you. You cannot outrun it, and you cannot fight it alone. The moment you think you’ve escaped…”

A scarred man bound to me by duty, not by choice. But even strangers could break each other. And I feared we already had.