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*** And the ceremony— was about to begin. extend the chapter Great—this is already strong, so I’ll expand it by layering in: - Deeper sensory immersion in the Glades - More faction interaction and tension - Stronger emotional beats for Raven & Victoria - Subtle, creeping unease tied to the larger threat - A longer lead-in right up to the ceremony start *** :::writing block **Bound in Shadow, Bound in Blood** **Book 2** **Chapter 91: Before the Vows** The Glades did not prepare.

I Leaped. I wasn't a woman jumping; I was a Tidal Wave of Fur and Fire. I hit the first line of Feral-Sins with the force of a falling star. My jaws clamped onto the throat of a massive grey beast, the taste of its sour, tainted blood exploding in my mouth. I didn't just kill it; I Eviscerated the very concept of its threat.

Harper’s gaze fell on his long, pale hands, and a strange flutter rose in her chest. She had always sworn she wasn’t a hand fetishist, yet now… she found herself captivated by his hands. She moved closer, sitting opposite him. Chase looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers. “Come for a drink?” He didn’t comment, only glancing at the bottle in her hand. Seeing his silent consent, Harper poured herself a glass and drank it down. Pff… cough cough! The sip nearly choked her. The liquor burned down her throat, scorching all the way to her stomach!

Pain explodes in my skull, radiating across my head and eyes. Damn, I could be seeing stars. I shake my head barely in time to see him swing a punch at me. Staggering to the side, the metallic tang of blood coats my teeth and tongue. Fuck. Just fuck. Another punch—this time my blurry vision is clearing, but his hit lands, the force plummeting me to the ground. My heart lurches to my throat, beating fast. Fuck. This is gonna be bloody. "I just want to talk," he speaks for the first time, walking towards me slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

My sandwich was wrapped in a sealed bag, and I bought a cup of mocha. He lifted his head and got up immediately. As soon as I put the food down, I hugged him. The smell of daisies mixed with the smell of sun-dried clothes he carried flooded my nostrils and invaded my brain. Just as I thought, he was my mate. But how was that possible? Ethan sighed, burying his nose in my hair. "I was worried I might have scared you," he whispered. "That wasn't a very good first impression." I slowly caressed his upper back. "We haven't had a proper talk yet, but I have a feeling that you're not the type who would intentionally scare me."

Without exchanging any word he sat upon the edge of the bed for a minute before walking towards the bathroom sparing her no glance. Rose stared at the closed door of the bathroom before palming her aching stomach and closing her eyes. More tears escaped her eyes as she gripped her stomach. But that wasn’t the only part hurting. Her heart wasn’t hurting instead. It was bleeding. And she knew one day it will bleed to death. ________________________________________ So here is the chapter. Remember I don’t support violence and abuse. And also forcing someone into submission. So kindly read it at your own risk. It’s all just fictional.

Midnight Run The moon hung fat and heavy over the desert highway, its silvery light catching on the chrome of two dozen motorcycles thundering through the night. Blaze Carson led the pack, his wolf stirring beneath his skin with each mile they devoured. The creative accounting that made the Iron Fangs MC look legitimate on paper called him "club president," but his true title was carved into his bones – Alpha. He ruled with a no mercy mindset, and he didn't care who thought him heartless. He also didn't have a mate yet, and he wasn't really looking. If he found her, he wanted to reject her because his life was how he wanted it. He didn't want to answer to someone else, especially a mate.