Fixation Novels & Stories

I groaned angrily banging my table. “How does my ranking have to do with us?” he asked me. “As the highest Alpha female there is, my pack forbids that I become mate with a low-ranked wolf like you, you’re an omega, There’s no difference between you and a common maid or helper. How do you expect an Alpha to be mate with someone who is supposed to serve her. See listen to me, make everything easier here and reject me as your mate!” I groaned furiously with my voice as cold as Ice.

Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications. "This transition is too harsh," Eli said, pointing at a moment where the emotional beat should have been softer. "Agreed," I said immediately. "The color temperature needs to shift earlier." We worked in near-silence for hours. Not angry silence. Just... focused work silence. By late afternoon, we were almost complete. Just one final sequence that required both strategic positioning and emotional authenticity to get right. I was leaning forward to look at the screen more closely, and Eli was standing close enough to point at specific details.

"You are selling a parasitic link. You want to turn the Silver Moon into a global utility company, with my children as the primary power cells. That’s not medicine. That’s a harvest." The intellectual twist Silas had hinted at was a riddle of Bio-Molecular Anchoring. In surgery, when we implant a prosthetic, we have to ensure it doesn't trigger a rejection. My grandmother had anchored the Palace into the mountain using a specific genetic sequence, a "lock" that prevented the mountain from reclaiming the stone. Silas claimed to have the key to that lock.

He leaned against the door and stared at Justin while he gestured wildly but silently. “It must be nice to have a mind link sometimes.” Sam chuckled. “Not always. It’s like a phone you can’t turn off. It can really be handy and really suck sometimes. Luckily, the pack link stays within territory but a mate bond allows you to mind link from really far away from each other. At least that is what I’ve heard.” “Wouldn’t Kat be able to mind link Alpha Alan then?” I looked back at Sam as she stared to pull out her wallet.

it's not late yet, I can still fix it. I have to fix this and this time, I wouldn't fail.

Through her phone camera, she took a picture of the page of the journal, then used the image search, but it showed nothing. Placing the journal on the table, Vesta stared at it intently while remembering anything that Xyller mentioned about any sort of code, language, or what? Until her mouth gaped and she briefly stopped breathing. They were kids when Xyller created a way of communicating between them that no one would understand or read; he called it "Aliphra," because it sounded good in his tongue. Xyller had a mind she couldn't understand, and it was full of curiosity and creativity.

, you would be stronger, this pack would have a new Alpha and moon and would be stronger- he proposes but I shake my head emphatically. -I am here temporarily, I am not going to stay here, I am not a herd person, I am only here for Acheron, as soon as all this is over if I am not dead I will leave here, we know that the rejection process of a mate is painful and leaves you weak for a while so the rejection will happen once everything is over, I have no intention of marking myself with him or being the new moon of the pack because I am not from any herd or will I ever be- I leave the office without looking back, I pass the guys in the hallway, by their looks I know they have heard everything.

Permanently. To be continued...

Looking directly into his eyes. As soon as I said that I felt a strange need to want to be near him it was the strongest pull I ever felt. If this was the mate Bond it's working and I know he felt it too. The look on his face said so, his eyes are dark black as night that lets me know that Wolf has taken over . " It is the bond …you can't hold out forever, '' Shiva said to me. I took a step back and that was a bad mistake , because he let out animalistic growls at me and it shook me to my core and stopped me in my tracks .

“Careful. It is now differentiating between emotional expression and operational directive.” Vaelor looked at me. “That is bad?” “It depends what it prioritizes.” The entity took a step back. “I don’t understand any of this,” it said quietly. “I just don’t want to hurt anyone.” The forest responded immediately again. Strong reinforcement. Too strong. I felt it this time clearly—the system leaning toward structural fixation. It was not simply acknowledging intent. It was beginning to prefer it. That was the turning point. Vaelor noticed my expression.