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But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

"Then go. Don't delay it anymore." Renold grinned at his screen. "I'm calling my mom. I'm taking her to Florencia next week." As I looked at their smiling faces, I smiled too. George had been right about one thing. The bad luck of the past year needed to be swept away. However, it wasn't failure we were sweeping away—it was years of contempt and exploitation. With the weight of the past left behind, we stood tall at last, walking into a world that respected talent and labor.

For the first time in centuries, Lucien regretted leaving before he had answers. A day had gone by since the incident at Wickery Bridge. Every time he closed his eyes, the images from that evening returned. The cold water, the weight of her body in his arms, her pulse, proof that she was still alive. She was human. Too human and too fragile. Did she see his face? Feel his strength? Maybe he shouldn't have saved her. That thought was cruel but he risked exposing himself. The rules he had lived by for centuries were once more broken in seconds.

My wolf growled low in my chest, a warning vibration that rattled my ribs. “You tried to make me into you,” I said. “I tried to make you better,” he corrected. “Stronger. Cleaner. Unburdened by attachments.” “You mean unburdened by humanity,” I said. Alessandro leaned forward as far as the restraints allowed. “Humanity is a liability.” The words were spoken with conviction. Belief. No hesitation. “You saw it,” he went on. “The moment bonds formed, you weakened. You hesitated. You questioned orders. You felt. And every feeling pulled you further from what you were meant to be.”

The second man rubbed his chin thoughtfully before slowly licking his lips. "Sell them?" He scoffed. "What a waste." He gave an indifferent shrug. "We should keep them." His eyes moved back and forth between mother and daughter with the cold, calculating gaze of a merchant inspecting valuable merchandise. "They'd make perfect slaves." A twisted grin spread wider across his scarred face. "I can already see it." He let out a low laugh. "The mother serving drinks with that pretty face of hers..." His eyes settled on Anastasia. "...and the little one following right behind her."

Now Stormfang’s own Beta lay poisoned. “She’s human,” an older man muttered near the stairwell. “Maybe the bond was never blessed.” “You saw what she did during the raid.” “I saw her save children. I also saw wolves die because enemies wanted her.” Fear did not require logic. It only needed enough frightened mouths repeating the same possibility. I slipped into the abandoned storage chamber and pulled the door almost closed. Two women stopped in the corridor outside, their voices low. One of them was crying. “My mother told me stories about rejected bonds,” she whispered. “About what happens when the goddess binds what should never have been joined.”

"A real one. It's messy and it was forced, but it's real. And the Un-Made is still in there. Our bond is the lock on its cage. If we fracture, the lock weakens." He finally looked at her. The molten gold of her eyes seemed to see right through him, down to the scared, reluctant man beneath the archivist. "So we're just… bound? Forever? Because of a mistake I made?" "No," she said, stepping closer. The hum between them intensified, a chord of tension and potential. "We're bound because we both chose to save our people. The 'how' was desperate, but the 'why' was pure. The blood doesn't lie about that."

I watched his reaction carefully. Eldric gasped sharply. He stepped back, almost stumbling. His eyes were wide with terror. “The Alpha Bond with a human slave. It’s written in the oldest scrolls that the bond marks the prophecy’s full awakening. But I never believed it could happen so completely between bloodlines.” “Is it possible, Eldric? Tell me the truth. Can a human slave become the Alpha’s destined mate and hold that bond?” I asked, voice tight with strain.

Idris said, his voice steady but laced with that quiet wisdom that always cut through my bullshit, “cutting it out might not be the play. The bond isn’t a tumor you can excise. It’s roots, deep and intertwined. Rip them out and you rip yourself apart along with her.” I laughed, the sound dark and bitter, echoing off the bookshelves lined with ancient tomes on pack lore and strategy. I poured again, the whiskey splashing messily. “Don’t fucking lecture me about the bond, Idris. I feel it every goddamn second—chains wrapped around my throat, dragging me toward something fragile enough to shatter if I breathe wrong. It’s a curse, not a gift. Makes me weak, exposes cracks where enemies can strik

“You were their pawn. Their weapon. Their sacrifice.” Serena sobbed, collapsing against her chains. “Then let me go. Please. I can’t take any more of this.” Stefano crouched before her, grabbing her chin in his iron grip, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You think it ends here, little dove? No. This is just the beginning. Because now I will tear their game apart. I will burn the board they played on. And I will make them pay for using you as their bait.”