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Her head lolls to the side, her beautiful blonde tendrils are now knotted and matted together with patches of sweat. A livid bruise stains the skin beneath her right eye, its dark hues impossible to ignore. Her wrists are bound behind the back of the weathered wooden chair, the coarse rope digging mercilessly into her flesh. Her lower lip is swollen, tinged with dried blood. I ease the binoculars down an inch, my stomach tightening as another chair comes into view. It stands just a foot or two from hers, unoccupied, its empty presence somehow more unsettling than if someone had been sitting in it.

BOUND BY THE VEIN CONTENT WARNING This novel contains material intended for mature audiences only (18+). It includes themes and scenes involving: Graphic violence Blood and feeding Sexual content Obsession and psychological manipulation Power imbalance and coercive dynamics Death and dark supernatural horror elements 🚫Reader discretion is strongly advised. COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Just looking at him made my skin crawl. Ravenscroft approached with heavy steps, his gaze lingering on the chains around my wrists. He didn’t bother with niceties. With a swift, brutal motion, he grabbed my arm and yanked me forward, throwing me to the ground at the foot of the throne. "Learn to bow to your prince, young Lady"

Blurb In a pack where weakness is a death sentence, Aneira has spent her entire life surviving in the shadows. Born an omega, a hybrid, and cursed with a chubby, plus-sized body that the Ashfang Pack openly mocks, she is everything they despise. With no magic, no wolf worth claiming, and no one to protect her, Aneira learns early that invisibility is her only shield. Until the day she’s sent to serve in the Alpha’s house and fate makes its cruelest mistake. Alpha Kale has waited years to find his mate. Powerful, feared, and destined to rule, he never expected her to be this: a fragile, scent-marked omega he would rather reject than claim. But before he can decide her fate, Aneira chooses

I had no idea what he intended to do with it, but the malevolent glimmer in his eyes sent shivers down my spine. "Curious, aren't you, Lia?" he sneered, as he held the drop of my blood between his fingers. "This, my dear, is insurance. A piece of you, a bond that can't be broken. You see, no matter where you go, I'll always know where to find you."

I flinch at the sound of her voice, the ache I didn’t know I still carried cracking in my chest. She softens. “I came,” she whispers, stepping forward and holding the book between us, “because the time for pretending is over.” I take the book from her, it's heavier than it looks. “This belonged to your mother,” she says. “She started it the moment she knew she was carrying you both. It’s her magic, her binding, her warnings… and her hopes for you and your brother.” My fingers tighten around the cover. “You told me once that you didn’t know what she used her powers to bind, other than our wolves. But she bound me entirely.”

Then, keeping her voice from breaking, she said, "We shall start with easy-to-read children's books." Amethyst eyed the books. She noticed patches on a few books; probably to preserve them. Then, she glanced at the vampire who struggled to hide her sadness. "Thank you for bringing them here. I'll keep them in good shape until I've mastered reading and writing." She smiled. Herenica lifted her face and nodded. A sense of relief embraced her mind. ... Luveas stood near the window, gazing at the garden room on the east side of the palace. Then, he turned around, eyeing everyone sitting around the oval marble table.

The complete volume of the World Almanac on the top row, varying books about business and commerce on the middle, and a compilation of untitled white leather-bound books on the bottom. The white books caught my attention quickly. Weird. It looked specifically custom-made. I was almost tempted to open one of them when I found a familiar-looking book placed singularly at the far corner of the shelf. It was bound using black lamb skin. The title written on the spine made me frown as I read it. ‘The God’s Emerald Eyes.’