Chained To You Novels & Stories

Blood spilled from his split lip as he staggered back. “You had one fucking job, Andre,” I snarled, shaking with fury. “One.” I paced like a caged animal, running my hands through my hair, cursing under my breath, every second stretching thin…until it hit me. The waist chain. “She has a waist chain,” I breathed, already reaching for my phone. “There’s a tracker in it.” My fingers trembled as I opened the app. “Come on… come on,” I whispered, staring at the screen like sheer will could force it to cooperate. “Turn on. Please, baby. Help me find you.”

Everybody then turned to look at me as Chad made his way back to his desk and put his arm back around me. I then heard his voice in my head 'Now they don't need to wonder who I am to you. they all know' I looked at him confused 'It's called mind linking, just think about me and think your thoughts to me. I focused on his face and pushed the words out as he said 'Can you hear me?' He smiled at me 'quick learner'

Friday morning, the blue panel that greeted me was more intimidating than ever. It wasn't just a list of quests; it was a declaration of war. A war against my body, my mind, and my will. The words were stark, a long, daunting chain of commands that made my stomach clench with a mixture of deep-seated fear and a sick, undeniable excitement. [Weekend Marathon – Debt Reduction Event.] [Complete 10 chained tasks for reward tiers.] [Failure on any task results in penalty and chain reset.]

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.”

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.