Novel & Cerita Jazmine Boondocks

She could hear faint laughter from the others, their voices a reminder of the unity she felt so detached from. Her cabin stood at the edge of the pack’s territory, small and unassuming. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of cedarwood and lavender greeting her. The silence within these walls was usually a comfort, but tonight it felt heavy, oppressive. She sank onto the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The pull of the mate bond coursed through her like a heartbeat, steady and relentless. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, it was always there, a constant reminder of the connection she couldn’t escape.

“I saw them. The Bloodwood. My parents. North.” I swallowed the knife of fear and gathered her in, as if arms could be armor. Outside, a cloud slid over the moon; the room dimmed, and the lantern wick guttered sideways, chasing a draft I couldn’t feel. “I’ve got you,” I said into her hair, over and over. “I’ve got you.” She shook against me, heat and shiver mingled, the bond sparking hard enough to make my teeth ache. Somewhere in the sound of her breath I heard the faintest whisper, not hers:

She squeezed the paper and told no one about it, while she figured out what to do about it. As she walked away suddenly an arrow landed at the front of her feet, someone jumping in from outside the camp fence. Taylor turned to see who that was, and she saw a girl with brown hair and hazel eyes, tall, with a slim waist and a thick ass. She remembered it was the girl who helped her out when the beast attacked them in camp.

And then Jade pushed. --- The Breaking It wasn’t pain first. It was memory. Baylee’s vision went white, then blurred, then filled with flickers she knew weren’t hers: — A girl kneeling in a pool of Moonwater, silver light dripping from her shoulders like rain. — That same girl lifting her face to the sky, eyes hopeful, waiting for the first Mark. — A voice in the air that felt like the Moon itself saying, No. Not you. — Wolves whispering, She was denied… she was denied…something’s wrong with her

The farther I ran, the more I could feel it— Nyx. Not just alive, but waking up. Becoming something more than any of us ever guessed. I wondered if the bond had only been dormant. If the rejection hadn’t severed it, only muted it—because whatever slept inside her couldn’t be severed so easily. Moonbound. That word surfaced like a whisper in my mind. I’d heard it once in passing—in a record buried in my father’s archives. An ancient bloodline. Cursed. Hidden. Blessed. Hunted.

It made Joslyn feel much less empty talking to him and imagining what his response would’ve been to certain subjects, especially one such as the topic of the persistent man in her life. “Remember the guy I told you about all those months ago, Joshua? The one I had a one-night stand with three years back, who later became Sig’s boyfriend? Well, guess what, lil bro? He's back once again but this time, as my landlord! My freaking landlord! Can you believe it, bro? He purchased the whole darn building and then moved into the apartment opposite mine. And I forgot to mention, he's a fucking billionaire! A damn real-estate mogul.”

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Like the earth itself taking form between her legs. She arched, gasped, met him stroke for stroke, her body trembling from the sheer intimacy of it. The fire. The fury. The oneness. And when he sank his teeth into the spot beneath her neck—not to hurt, but to seal the bond—she cried out in ecstasy and completion. A blinding flash exploded around them. The earth shook. Wolves howled louder. And the bond snapped fully into place. Not just mating. Melding. Her mind opened to his. Her pain became his. Her lust surged through his veins. And then—