Bound Wachowski Novels & Stories

“Track. It.” He turned and barked orders into the comm system. Wolves scrambled. Magic users were summoned. The coven liaison arrived within minutes, her fingers already glowing as she summoned threads of residual magic from Naomi’s path. And still, I waited. I waited, and I burned. Every minute she was gone, the worse it got. The ache in my chest wasn’t metaphorical anymore. It was physical. It was savage. It was the fucking mate bond—howling in my bones like a wounded animal.

If I let you go without any cause you will get seventy percent of the promised final payment and all the medical costs are covered. She paused, her mind racing between possible outcomes and possible consequences. "I need some time to think about this. " “You have twenty-four hours. ” Blackwood said, buttoning his suit jacket at once. “My lawyer will get back to you tomorrow afternoon. ” As he came out of the bedroom Aria felt her voice grow again. "Mr Blackwood? What about... feelings? What happens if one of us develops actual attachment?”

he asked, stepping closer to where Nina stood with a lustful look on his face. “What are you doing?” I struggled against my bonds. “Leave her alone!” The warrior seemed to take my words as a challenge. He raised his hand to Nina, who glared at him defiantly. “Aarlon stop!” Another warrior interrupted him, regardless, he pushed Nina. Aarlon turned to me with a satisfied smile on his face. “On a second thought, you are right, I shouldn’t soil my hands with the disgusting blood of these Omegas.” I glanced back at Nina, relieved they were all right. “Nina… take care of Abigail,” I whispered, trying to seem calm as the warriors resumed dragging me away. “I will be fine, I promise you.”

"For what is it worth? I have never seen him this way. Off-balance. It's kind of entertaining." "I'm not trying to..." "I know. And that’s what makes it worse for him." Lucas's expression turned serious. "Look, I don’t know the specifics of your deal and don’t have to. But I know Damien. He’s the most disciplined person I know. And you, Isla Cross, are causing him to lose it. Be careful." "Careful of what?" “Of what happens when a man who has never allowed himself to feel anything, suddenly cannot stop feeling everything.”

"I have you, Kaela." "Now," I begged, my hips lifting instinctively off the bed, searching for him, completely consumed by the heat threatening to burn us both to ash. "Draven, now." He didn't hesitate. Draven reached down, unbuckling his leather belt with one hand while keeping me pinned under his weight with the other. The heavy leather clattered to the floor alongside the rest of his clothes. "No turning back," he whispered, his knuckles brushing the silver marks on my throat, which were now glowing red-hot in the dark. "Once we do this, the bond locks. The mountain won't be able to separate us.”

August's jaw clenched tightly. “Yes, I do.” He gritted out. “Do you think this person holds a grudge against your wife?” August looked at me before shaking his head no. “No.” “Do you think you have an insider?” Detective Wes asked. “Yes,” August responded. “Do you have an idea of who it might be?” August took a deep breath before nodding. “Yes.”

I asked raising an eyebrow. “And what did he want?” He asked waving away my question. “It's none of your business.” I scowled. Van's eyes met mine. “You're playing a dangerous game, Zara.” ‘I've been playing dangerous games since the day I met you.” He was quiet for a moment a while, then he warned. “That floor….the one you found today, it's not just restricted. It's protected. If you try to access it without clearance, you'll be flagged immediately.”

There's something strange going on, and I can't help but be cautious. My heart unexpectedly skipped a nervous beat as he smoothly slid his right hand around my waist, pulling me closer as we made our way towards the main door. The touch sent a jolt of excitement through me, but I couldn't help but wonder what his intentions were. The crowds were going wild, desperate to get a glimpse of us, but Damien's bodyguards were like an impenetrable wall, shielding us from the excited crowds. And that was when it hit me, the reality of being involved with Damien Albrecht, a world-famous figure, and the worst is that I am his wife.

Bound by The Baby Part 24-2 Continued……. They shared an eye lock. They were looking into each other eyes like two yearning souls, one was looking for love and affection and the other was looking for peace, security and assurance but she broke it when she felt burning sensation in back of her neck.

About hunger twisted with vulnerability. Ronan looked at her like a man crawling through fire who just found water. “I do.” Her fingers moved with skill and precision, looping the rope around his wrists, binding him firmly but not cruelly. She took her time, letting each knot reinforce the truth neither of them had spoken aloud. He needed this. And she needed to be needed this way. She finished the tie and pressed her palm against his chest. “Breathe.” He did. His eyes fluttered shut, a shiver coursing through his body.