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“I’ve been doing research. I’ve been consulting with some of the older members of the pack, and… they’ve confirmed something that I suspected. The Mate Bond isn’t just a connection—it’s a fire. It binds us in ways we don’t fully understand, ways that can either strengthen us or destroy us.” My heart pounded in my chest. “Destroy us?” He nodded grimly. “If we fight the bond—if we resist it—it can break us. It can tear us apart, Fiona. Physically, mentally, emotionally. We’ve already felt it, haven’t we? The tension, the confusion, the pain.”

I had a flash in my head of the look on her face when she learned I'd thought to only avoid actual intercourse with other women. “You can't do this, Cazz!” I growled in frustration, for some reason unwilling to tell him that I had already offered her this concession. “She is utterly secure. I fucking married her! Made her my Queen!” “Seriously, Cazz? Don’t pretend to be stupid. You know what I meant. These women aren’t accustomed to matebonds at all—they are quite enthralled by them. Add to that, the matebond allows her to feel your presence even when she isn’t physically near you. When the time comes that she wants to be near and instead has to feel you with others and enjoying things witho

In my submission, I have found a purpose that I never knew I needed. Every act of submission, every punishment melted out when I falter, only deepens my commitment to him. Each one is a lesson, a reminder of who I am and what I am here for. The pain, the pleasure, the control—it all blurs together into a symphony of sensations that I have come to crave. His punishments are not just corrections; they are affirmations of our bond. Each strike, each harsh word, is a reminder that I am his, completely and utterly. The physical boundaries of the manor are mirrored in the emotional and psychological boundaries he has set, all of which serve to strengthen the bond between us.

“The only consequence is that she’s being made to suffer for something that should be between Edward and her alone. The council doesn’t get to decide who lives in torment or who is punished beyond reason. That is not our role. It’s not my role." "But the law clearly states," Lord Felix interjected, his voice dripping with manipulation, “that servitude is a means to enforce the bond. It doesn’t mean she has the freedom to live in peace.” Mitch’s jaw clenched. “You lie Lord Felix. It's for possible re-bond and not to enforce the bond?" He looked around the room, his gaze heavy on each of them. The council had no answer, no defense. They all knew he was right. For a moment, the room was silent,

Servant are not allowed to leave the mansion without any proper notice to the Alpha. No lurking around after nightfall, all servant are to retire to bed after dinner. Male and female workers are prohibited from having any relationship inside the mansion. ( Punishable offense). Do your work and stay out from trouble. She says concluding. "How long have you been working here" I ask curiously. "Mm well I'm not sure, my mom brought me here when I was little but I think 20 years now" "Most of the servant here were slave" She continues saying, scratching her cornrow.

Tae Min muttered, his face heating. Haru nuzzled closer. “Best pillow ever…” Tae Min froze. Was he sleep talking? Or was he pretending? “You’re hugging me like I’m a body pillow,” Tae Min whispered. “I’m not even that comfortable.” Haru shifted slightly. “Hmm… it’s getting harder.” “I told you,” Tae Min hissed under his breath. He hesitated… then slowly wrapped his arms around Haru. “I have no choice,” he murmured, blushing. “You won’t let go.”

He raises his brows. “I did not come here to talk about Mia.” I tell him in a harsh voice. “Bro chill. No need to get mad.” He raises his hands up as if to surrender and takes a sip of his own drink. “How did you hurt your hand?” He points at my bruised hand. “It’s none of your business.” I coldly shut him off and he looks at me with suspicion but says nothing. Just then,two sexy bitches walk up to us seductively. The one with brown hair caresses Miquel’s cheek while the blonde haired one strokes my chin. I look at her and notice that she’s wearing transparent clothing and her boobs and ass are very visible.

But the noose had strapped this spirit so tightly that there was no way to escape. Wikanya tried to reach for the woman’s body on the bed. She only hoped that once she had owned this body, she would be freed from this hunt. ‘No use’ No matter how hard you try to resist, it’s useless. The power of the lasso that no soul is free from bondage makes it impossible to escape at will. Wikanya was dragged to the front of the gates of Hell. The heat from within was emitted until it was felt. Both arms were strapped with nooses, but she tried to hold on to the edge of the door. She glanced at the light that appeared on the young lady’s body.

, he finished and shrugged. "What are you saying, Amar?" "The point is that what happened to us is the same thing happening to Damien and Daisy." "So?" "Therefore, they will come around. They are yet to admit their feelings. The bond exists already and it will bring them together, just like it brought you and me together", he kissed my lips briefly. I gazed at him, trying to solve the puzzles of his words. I didn't understand what he meant by "bond." "Bond? What do you mean by that? You mean Damien loves her but he doesn't want to admit it?" He nodded.

"Mate? what, mate?" "Just because you erased his memory doesn't mean he doesn't exist. The mate bond is a lot more powerful than your magic, my girl." I roll my eyes, and Emma laughs at me. I flip open one of the books in Emma's pile, and someone clears their throat behind me. I don't bother turning around. I know it's Oliver here to nag me something about Devon. I brace my hands on my knees dramatically as I stand. "Well, that is my cue to leave. Emma, a pleasure as always."