Chained To You Novels & Stories

Valentina studied me like I was a display item in a window. She stepped closer. “Hmm,” she said. “If he’s seen you already, you’d be in his bed by now.” I froze. “Wh… what?” She gave a small, cold laugh. “Relax. You’ll meet him soon.” Something in her voice made my skin crawl. I didn’t even notice her reattaching the chains until the metal clinked shut again. “You didn’t answer me,” I said, my voice breaking. “Why am I here? What did I do wrong?”

the fortress will be a cage within a cage. I spend the hours pacing. Three steps forward. Three steps back. The chain clinks with every movement. It is a steady rhythm. It keeps me from losing my mind. I try to reach out to my wolf. She is quiet now. She is exhausted from the rejection. The bond is a dull throb in my chest. It is like a bruised muscle. It hurts to move. but I cannot ignore it. The door opens again in the afternoon. This time it is Vane. The Beta.

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"It's the part of you that walked back into my tower expecting to lose and refusing to. Stop holding it at arm's length and let it up." I'd been letting it up for three days, and three days had taught me what the chained part of me felt like. It felt like grief and like fury and like a child screaming behind a locked door for twenty-four years. Every time I reached for it the silver came up my arms too fast, and the hall went cold, and I had to slam the door again before I burned a hole through the wall — or through him. "You flinched," Kael said. "Just now. You had it and you flinched."

“You are now bound to me, there’s no turning back. You could never run away anymore.” I gave him a wide grin. “Then, be my guest, Achilles Coleman.” “I would love to be chained to this billionaire mafia in front of me.”

The chain made a clinking sound. “Do you expect me to believe you?”

Their movements fell into a rhythm both desperate and deliberate, each moment sealing something deeper, heavier, unbreakable. She felt it when the chains locked, an invisible tether threading between their souls, glowing hot as it fused them together. Power surged through her veins, not just her own but his, intertwining, amplifying. Every kiss, every touch, carried it forward, burning their bond into existence with each shared breath. Lucien’s voice was low against her skin, reverent and raw. “Do you feel it, Mae? The chains? They are no longer mine alone. They are ours.”

He didn’t realize he had just invited the virus into the center of his server. “Targeting the core,” I whispered, the words rasping over the shards of glass in my windpipe. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. SNAP. The chain—the 1.5-meter physical curse—bolted to the floor frame jerked tight against my hip. The metal links were dead, ice-cold without Kael’s shared heat, but they were still an iron law. My heart stuttered, a sharp, cardiac warning ringing in my ears as the tether threatened to yank my pulse into a flatline.

His tattoos started moving again, slow spirals up his forearms. "He's here," Fen said. "The bond," he said, low and fast. "I can see it. Right now, it looks like a chain left in the rain for 20 years. Corroded. Kael's been holding it together by sheer stubbornness." He looked at me. "When he walks in, he's going to use your name. That's how he'll try to pull you back. Don't let him."

The chain lengthened through the wizard’s spatial magic, it seemed infinite. Frustrated to find that she had been snagged by the weapon a second time. Chiri cursed as her slow movements were unable to avoid it again. Her opponent, not waiting for her to strike first this time, threw the chain towards her. Its links looping around Chiri’s ankle she attempted to shake them off, when another ensnared her wrist. Wrenching the limb above her head painfully, she writhed against their pull. Her struggle in vain, another length of the chains was entangled around the opposite wrist.