Love In Chains Season 3 Novels & Stories

Placing his hands in his pockets,seeing her struggling near his feet. Taking a deep breath ,he asks one last time. "Yes or No Vera. I won't be coming back tonight." Her vision goes hazy for a second,the silver chains in her hands burning her skin as she thrashes in them. Another wave and she was nearly laying on the ground,her tears trailing her cheek to drop on the floor. She has never felt so helpless before, so weak and pathetic. Is this what love does to people? What this matebond does to mate's?

Fear, love, anger twisted in my chest. The darkness inside me stirred. Smiled. I loved the chains. And I whispered, voice sharp, shaking with betrayal: “Do you think chains will save me… or break me?” His voice dropped, heavy with pain. “I don’t know.” I lifted my head slowly. My eyes burned black. And a cold smile curved my lips Not mine. Not fully. “You should pray,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “That I am still the woman you love when these chains fall.”

The nebulae above were turning a bruised, angry purple, and the obsidian floor was cracking beneath his feet. "It’s the only way to break the frequency, Blaze!" Rhea screamed over the rising roar of the void. "The chains are made of your love. They are held together by the 'I love yous'. If that emotion is gone—if the truth of the vow is destroyed—the links will shatter! The King can't hold a soul that doesn't want to be held!" "I can't hate you!" Blaze roared, his Alpha flame flickering. "I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you in that clearing! I’ve built my whole life around the idea of you! You’re asking me to rip out my own heart!"

Chains: I got up this morning and got ready for my day but didn't know what I was doing anymore. Everyday it is the exact same thing everyday I get up take a shower and go to the diner to see her after that I head to the club. Nobody knows how I feel about her hell I don't even think she knows. I spend most of my time sitting at a booth watching her from afar. I always get put in her section and I just order my food that is it. There is no small talk because I'm afraid if I put myself out there I won't survive being hurt again. To put it mildly I'm terrified of her rejecting me.

"Your love will not save you, Lochlan. It will only be your downfall." With a final, defiant cry, I summoned every ounce of my strength, fighting against the relentless chains that held me captive. The iron links groaned in protest, my muscles flexing with desperation. And at that moment, as sweat mingled with tears down my face, I vowed to break free from the chains that bound me, to defeat the betrayal that had ensnared my heart, and to rescue the woman I loved from the clutches of darkness.

“Draven!” In an instant he was there, faster than sight. His claws slashed down—not at her, but at the bone binding her. The impact rang like a bell, sparks flying. The first link cracked. The chains screamed like living things, fighting back, lashing across Draven’s arms, carving red lines into his flesh. He didn’t stop. He bared his teeth, eyes wild. “Hold on, love.” The agony was less painful than the word—love. As he tore again, veins protruding, muscles straining, tears ran down her cheeks. The shackles struggled and tightened, causing blood to flow on the pillar, but Draven simply growled louder, his teeth exposed in defiance.

His body was already reacting—the aphrodisiac dragging him toward a biological cycle meant to be shared with someone he loved, twisting it into a weapon against him. “Don’t worry,” one said mockingly, patting Rowan’s cheek with faux sympathy. “We won’t waste the rest. Thirty days, thirty gifts. The tongue is last. Orders were clear.” Their voices faded as they left, the door shutting with a finality that stole breath from the air. Rowan trembled, the forced heat building beneath his skin, his mind clawing for something—anything—pure to hold onto. He found Nathan’s memory, his smile, his voice whispering love.

“I always knew I was the only one in love. Because you never loved me. You only ever loved yourself.” “I love you, Nelsy!” Vinson’s roar filled the room, his eyes bloodshot, his chest rising and falling heavily. “That’s why I’ve gone insane since you left me! Can’t you see that I’m breaking apart without you?” Before she could respond, he dug into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small velvet box. He flipped it open with trembling hands. Inside, a silver ring sparkled under the dim light, its diamond glinting like a cruel joke.

“Davian doesn’t love you. He only loves power. He’s using you to satisfy his ego, to prove that he can take anything that belongs to me. If you keep playing his game, you’re not only destroying my marriage—you’re destroying yourself. He will throw you away once you’re no longer useful to him.” I fell silent. Vivian’s words made sense, but the image of Davian—the way he touched me, the way he recognized the darkness inside me—still haunted every nerve in my body. I felt like an addict being told the poison was killing him, yet my hand still reached out to find it. “Leave this madness, Dewangga,” Vivian continued, her voice now pleading. “Let’s start again. We can leave this house, far away fr

His eyes were full of love and devotion to her. "I love you. I will do everything in my power to be with you. Now that I finally found you, even death could never break us apart." She leaned on his chest to listen to his heart. It was music to her ears hearing his heartbeat. "Your heart. I like the sound of it." She whispered. "It beats for you." He answered. "Is it chained?" She asked. "I think so. It felt like a chain was binding and squeezing it every time the curse take effect. I looked everywhere and searched every book about curses to find a cure or anything that could break it. But I could not find any." He said.