Bound By The Past Novels & Stories

“I never asked you to pretend. I asked you to see the man standing in front of you now. The one who fought at your side. The one who bled for you. But you would rather cling to the past than face what is happening between us.” Kael crossed the room in slow, measured steps until only a few feet separated them. “What is happening between us is dangerous. Two Alphas. Equal power. A bond that could tear this kingdom apart if the packs learn of it. And your past gives them every reason to question my judgment for keeping you here.”

Why else would the Alpha king leave him to make the decisions? "Is there something you would like to tell us, Alice?" King Ren offered. There was resignation in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait for all this to be over. He hated that his son had been dragged into this. But well, it was customary to pay for the sins of one's ancestor. Alice shrugged. "One is bound means there is someone bound to the prince, and immune to his curse. Is she one of them?" Now it was Talon's turn to be surprised. "What are you talking about?"

"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."

Zacharias mutters. My eyes widen as a jolt of pain pangs in my head, and I furrowed my brows as I looked at him. "What past?" I asked in a chilly tone. Silence. "I don't have one." It's because it's forbidden knowledge. "You know what, Allura." Zacharias sighed as he inched closer to me. "You can't escape us anymore. You can't even go back to the past... or into the future." He added as convincingly as he can, a tone that forces me to deliberately surrender to his will.

It unsettled me, amplifying the dilemma I couldn't escape. I couldn't let him get close so easily, not when I had buried the past so deep in my heart. That painful memory had cost me far more than I ever expected. I had thought I'd be free of him, that I'd never again be haunted by what we once were. But now, standing before him once again, it felt like everything had come full circle. That indescribable pull, always tethering me to the past, was still there, and I couldn't escape it.

“You are bound.” I blink. “Bound? To what?” No response. “Why didn’t we shift on my birthday? Why have you stayed silent all this time?” My voice rises with each question, desperation bleeding through. “Do you know how crazy I’ve felt? Watching others become whole while I just... waited?” A sigh drifts through my mind, like wind through dead leaves. “There are things you’re not ready to remember. Things buried too deep. If I spoke then, I might’ve broken you.”

I asked carefully. "The one the First put on me. Three thousand years ago when she destroyed everything I loved." His voice remained perfectly controlled. But underneath—Marcus was right. The grief. Vast and ancient and terrible. "She bound me to the memory. Made it impossible to forget. To heal. To move past." His eyes never wavered from mine. "I've carried it for three millennia. Every moment." "And you want me to sever it." "I want you to free me." He paused. "There's a difference."

Mirabella's Pov Most people say that the past has no effect on the future, but I strongly believe otherwise. The past, present and future are strongly connected to each other. Like the holy trinity. They're so connected in a way that one cannot thrive without the other. It is the events of the past that perfectly creates the present and it is the events of the present that gives life to the future. I know this because my past plagues me even until this day. My past is the reason I still live in misery, my past is the reason I've made very careless decisions and my past is the reason I've become the very depiction of evil.

Claude sighed and looked away for a moment before meeting her gaze again, then replied, “The doctors say there’s a possibility he might never fully recover the use of his legs. It’s uncertain, but the injury is severe.” Silence hung heavily between them. “I… I’m sorry” Tammy whispered, her throat tight. “Please dear, no need to apologize for anything" Mr Claude said, stepping closer. “This is not your fault, nor Ryan’s. Life has taken an unexpected turn and we have to adapt.” Tammy swallowed hard, the magnitude of it all threatening to overwhelm her. She glanced down at her hands, fingers twisting nervously. “There’s another thing though" Mr Claude said, lowering his voice. “With Ryan’s cond