Heartstrings Tugged Novels & Stories

He simply says the word again. “I am sorry, Inessa. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” He says these words, locking his gaze with mine, and trust me, it does something to my stupid heart as it starts beating crazy wild. It feels as if a storm was coming towards me without any warning, and this outburst will drift me away from my shore, from my universe.

I asked him. "Yes, I know if you're mad at him because he cheated on you and you also want him to feel the pain he caused you so why hurt his ego right?" "And why do you want that thing to happen? He's still your brother, even if you turn the world upside down, he's your blood." I said "That bastard owes me money and I can't get past what he did." I saw his clenched fist. "And what is it?" I ask. "He kidnapped my ex girlfriend."

“Or was everything as you expected?” I thought about it. Everything was better than expected, but I replied, “The mind-link through me for a loop.” I also considered the tugging I had felt in my chest when I had shifted. Everything else had dulled significantly once I was back in human form, but that tugging sensation had gotten even stronger since then. “There’s this sense like I’m tethered to something,” I started, not sure how to explain it. “Like I’m connected to something else by a string somehow. Does that make sense?” Lauryn’s expressed morphed from one of easy contentment to shock. “Is it like you’re being tugged in a certain direction?” she asked urgently.

Alpha Tears spring to my eyes as I gaze first at the images in the glass windows and then at the locket itself. It is the locket Luna Jennifer mentioned in her diary, her birthday gift from her father. My heart breaks a little more as I feel their love wrap around me, I let the tears fall as I reject the pack and declare myself rogue. Thomas also goes through the rejection. This one is not painful. However, it feels as though a band around my heart has snapped, then the sensation of loneliness fills me. Thomas takes my hand in his and gives it a squeeze. He feels it too, and then, with a heavy sigh, he pulls back onto the road, and we drive away.

“Yeah. He did.” “And how do you feel about that?” I didn’t answer. Because honestly? I didn’t know. I still didn’t know how to explain the storm inside me when he held my hand and dragged me out of that office. Or the way my chest had fluttered when he called me “his.” I didn’t want to admit I was starting to like the way his voice lowered when he was angry on my behalf. Or how my heart had skipped when he cradled my face and said I mattered.

But as the immediate terror of the vision began to recede, a sudden, merciless yank pulled at the exact center of my heart. The invisible cord hooked into my soul gave a sharp, violent jerk, dragging my internal awareness straight through the heavy timber of *The Obsidian Fang* and across the miles of freezing water. The magnetic attraction was so powerful it made my lungs seize, locking onto that mysterious, identical frequency blooming on the distant northern mainland.

her swollen belly while she carries his children. His chest clenched with a hollow forming inside his heart. What was he wishing for? What was he doing? She was not his. She never was. This was all an illusion. None of this was real. He gulped the thick lump of saliva, flinching as she whimpered while his fingers dug into her waist. Maverick immediately stepped back, running his hand through his hair. My heartbeat accelerated and thoughts once again piled up. What was wrong with him?

"How can I stay away from you when you're bound and etched in my heart. I can't live well anymore without you. I need you Carina. I miss you so much. I'm losing my mind Carina, please just give me a second chance to make things right between us." He's so close to me that I can feel his heartbeat. I should move away from him or I won't be able to control myself around. I tried moving back and slipped. Luckily he was there to catch me before I fell. He pulled me up and I landed on his chest. He held me close that I felt so much comfort I didn't want to let go. "Drake please... Just let me go. We can't be together anymore." I said and pulled away.

The shout tore from his throat, raw and desperate, leaving the taste of copper in his mouth. His fingers found his chest, pressing hard against the space between his ribs where something invisible pulled taut—a thread, gossamer-thin and burning red, stitched directly into his heart. It had always been there, this connection to her, tugging with every step, every breath, every beat of his pulse. Now it trembled like a violin string about to snap. "I'm coming! Just—" His voice broke. He swallowed hard, tasting ice and fear. "Just hold on. Please. I'll find you!"

He was an Alpha without a pack, protecting a Queen who was slowly consuming him. "I can't," I rasped, my voice sounding like gravel being ground into a wound. I looked down at my hands. In the strobing light of the billboard, they were shaking—not with fear, but with a terrifying, kinetic energy. "The Tether... it’s pulling too hard tonight, Dante. I can feel your pulse in my own wrists. It’s like your heart is trying to beat for both of us, and it’s too much. It’s too loud."