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I protested. His gaze was critical. “Can I do some little touch up to the study room and add more books??” I asked. "You can do whatever you want. This is your home. You need to start treating it as such" he said. Everything inside me swelled hard and so quickly I felt I would burst. I never believed Daniel would say those words to me. I blushed hard. "I need to get going now" he announced and started to walk away. "Are you just going to leave like that?" I asked. He stopped on his track and turned to face me. Then he walked to me and kissed me.

Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and are written for storytelling purposes. Most importantly, this is Luna's story, a girl who has spent her entire life in a cage, searching for a life that truly belongs to her. I hope you'll laugh with her, cry with her, get frustrated with her, and fall in love with her journey. Happy reading! — C

"Please let me know as soon as you find anything useful. Anything at all. If there is any way I can help, I will. Perhaps I could even go to the library with you." "Alright. Come with me. I don't think we have something better to do at this moment." Freya nodded and followed after her, and they soon got to the big building. "Which book would you like to read today, your majesty?" The old librarian asked her. "My lady." He greeted Freya. "Do you know if I can find books on lycans?" Luciana asked.

He smiled. Amethyst pursed her lips. Her grip on the leash tightened. She was nervous. A home that they returned to was Luveas's home, a place that welcomes vampires. As for an elf like her, it was like returning to the cage again. ...

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“It is. That's why not all people meet their bounds and not all people who meet their bounds marry them either.” “I hope I meet my bound,” Raf drawled his speech, eyes struggling to stay open. Anne could see that he was about to fall asleep, she slowed down her strokes on his hair and tried to stay still just until he fell asleep. “I'm sure you will.” Raf yawned. “But mother, is father your bound?” “No, he's not.” “I figured,” Raf slurred. Anne smiled, strokes slowing to a final stop. “Why would you say that?”

I watched Mom and Dad fuss over my little brother, soothing him as they took him out the door. The door closed softly behind them. It was not loud, but it landed in my chest like a stone. I thought I would cry. I did not. My eyes stayed dry, almost painfully dry. I stood in the living room for a very long time before going back to my room and dragging the little suitcase out from under my bed. Five years ago, I had dragged that same suitcase into this home. I had been so small then that I could barely remember the children's home. What I remembered was Mom crouching in front of me, her eyes bright and kind, asking, "Do you want to come home with me?"

"Let’s look at the data. If I am going to sign this document, my perspective requires strict boundaries." Darius’s eyes darkened slightly, a sudden, heavy weight settling in his chest at the icy distance she had just placed between them. The warm, teasing girl from five minutes ago was gone, replaced by someone cold. "Go on," Darius said softly, his voice tight. His fingers tightened against the stem of the wine glass. "Clause one," Celine stated, her sharp gaze tracking his every reaction with detachment. "This marriage is strictly corporate. There will be no physical intimacy, no shared bedrooms, and zero public displays of affection that cross into my personal boundaries unless explicitly

BOUND BY THE VEIN CONTENT WARNING This novel contains material intended for mature audiences only (18+). It includes themes and scenes involving: Graphic violence Blood and feeding Sexual content Obsession and psychological manipulation Power imbalance and coercive dynamics Death and dark supernatural horror elements 🚫Reader discretion is strongly advised. COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.