Bound To You Novel Novels & Stories

She moved along the third shelf from the left with her lamp held close and her free hand reading the document spines with her fingertips. Caelum stood slightly behind Lyra's right shoulder. She was aware of him the way she was always aware of him in enclosed spaces — not oppressively, not with the activated vigilance that other dominant wolves produced in her, but with the specific orientation of someone whose presence she had recalibrated toward safe. She was aware of him because he was there and because there was something settling about his being there and she had mostly stopped interrogating that. "Here," Maren said. She brought a bound volume to the table — larger than the library's his

Draven, pinned beneath the blow of something immense—something that broke through the rupture behind her after she fell. They were fighting separate enemies. Both losing. She reached for them instinctively—but the space around her constricted, turning rigid. “Let me go—PLEASE—” No. You cannot return yet. “Why?!” Because neither of them is your anchor anymore. The words struck like a blade. Elaria froze. “That’s not true. I chose them. I—” You chose a bond meant for mortals. A bond meant for wolves. You are no longer a creature who can be bound by singular threads.

~JESSICA~ Something twisted inside of me the moment I stepped my feet into Daniel's company. This was the place where it all began. The place I had signed a marriage contract with Daniel. Where I foolishly hoped a marriage contract could become something real. Now, it was the place I needed to leave. I stood in the building now, holding the white envelope tightly in my hand. And I had two thoughts in mind. What if what I was about to do is wrong??

Will they kill me like they did the driver? Will anyone save me? But suddenly my jumbled thoughts were interrupted by the ominous creak of a door opening, followed by the heavy, deliberate click of a boot on the floor. The sound sends a chill down my spine, and my heart races with uneasiness and dread. "Wh... Who's there?” I stammer, my voice trembling as I frantically wiggle my tied hands, desperate to free myself. The ropes dig deeper into my skin as I struggle, but they refuse to budge. My heart races with every step, the footsteps growing louder and closer, echoing off the walls.

“The goddess. She said I’m hers. But when I woke up, I didn’t want her.” His eyes found hers, blazing. “I wanted you.” Her heart thudded once loud and clean and then she shut it away. “You’re unbalanced,” she said simply. “Something’s pulling at you. And I think you know exactly what it is.” “I’m cursed.” She tilted her head. “No. You’re bound. But maybe… not to who you think.” He surged forward too fast. Too raw. But she stood calmly, closing the space between them, and pressed two fingers to his chest. Right over his heart.

“No… Adrian cracked voice broke his thought. He stumbled back, clutching at his chest. No, no, no. This isn’t happening.” Kaelen’s heart thundered. “Adrian…” Panic surged. He shoved himself upright, only to freeze when he saw it—thin, glowing red threads coiling around his wrist, binding him to Kaelen. His blood ran cold. “What the hell…?” Adrian whispered, staring at the unmistakable bond mark. Kaelen stirred, blinking awake. For a moment, confusion flickered in his eyes, then shock. He tugged the sheet up to cover himself, gaze darting between Adrian and the red mark linking them.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

“Yeah, well, can you blame a man for trying?” “Not really, no.” He raked a hand through his hair, the beginnings of frustration tugging at his voice. “Look, you know I don't condone what happened to her, but she was literally bred to be a Moretti wife. That’s her place. You’re just going to have to accept that. I’m pretty sure she has. She's had time to breathe, to think. He has too. But they’re bound to be together.” Bound. Like shackles. Like a goddamn sentence.

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Megan noticed. “Don’t look at anything. Just move.” I nodded, wiping my eyes quickly. “Where are we going?” “My cousin’s place across town. No one will find us there.” I stuffed the last few things into the suitcase, zipped it, and looked around the condo one last time. That was when I saw it, the ring. It sat exactly where I’d left it this morning, on the marble table beside his papers. A small diamond in a gold band. It wasn't an engagement. It was part of the contract. A promise that I’d stay until the deal between us was done.

'But he came into my life, and I thought he was another nightmare I had no idea that he came to end my night fears His divine touch helped me swim out of the sea of sorrow With him, I never have to worry about tomorrow. 'He is the dream that I never dared to dream about The wish I didn't know I longed for He knows me even more than I know myself And I just cannot help but wonder how lucky I am.' 'He is Raziel, my husband, my king and my love, and by his side I shall ever remain.' "What are you writing, Lucy?" Luciana was startled as she turned to see him standing right behind her. She then smiled and turned back to the paper. "It is the story of the slave who became Queen." She got up from h