Spectral Bound Chest Novels & Stories

His loyal men were still engaged fiercely with Tessa’s men, but now they had noticed their alpha was down, and their desperate shouts filled the air. “Run.” Tristan gasped again, his voice barely a whisper. My legs finally found their strength, but I didn’t sprint away from the chaotic scene. Instead, I held Tristan’s hand, my other hand placed on his wounded chest. Tears welled up in my eyes as I knelt by Tristan’s side. “No, Tristan, no,” I whispered, my voice trembling. Blood seeped through his fingers as he clutched his chest, his breaths shallow and labored.

"Is this the alpha with vision problems from yesterday?" I nodded stiffly. "Yes, but I've already determined there's nothing wrong with his eyesight." "I'm experiencing discomfort in my chest area," Sylvan announced, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Right where my mate mark is." Dr. Thompson looked sympathetic. "Mate bond distress can manifest physically. Perhaps Healer Bennett should examine you more thoroughly." "That would be greatly appreciated," Sylvan replied, his expression perfectly serious while his eyes danced with amusement.

"Work's a distraction. I catch myself daydreaming about... touch. Real touch. It's distracting, and honestly, a little scary." Scary? Or hot as fuck? I wanted to bury my face between her thighs right then, lick her until she screamed. But I kept my smile professional. "We can address that today. Deeper hypnosis, perhaps. But first, I need to check something physical. Stress like yours can manifest in tension—especially in the chest area." Her eyes widened a fraction. " Chest?"

"That's not going to work." Sebastian smirked. "The handcuffs are infused with magic and can't be broken. They didn't hold that feral vampire, but they will hold you." Helena stared at him defiantly, refusing to give in. Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle.

“Seal the chamber. No word leaves this room.” Soreth met her gaze. “And if the Vein has already chosen her?” Veyra didn’t answer. She turned back toward the fading spire of light — and for a fleeting moment, she saw a flicker of something within it. A shadow with wings. A heartbeat that wasn’t hers. And a voice — faint, almost reverent. > Soulbound. The light shattered again, plunging the chamber into darkness.

Instead, I let out a jagged, broken breath and surrendered to the pull of him. I climbed onto the edge of the bed, the mattress shifting under my weight. My hands found the lapels of his hospital gown, pulling him closer, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The tension that had been a dull ache in my chest for months erupted into a scorching, white-hot fire.

even she deliberately exposed one side of the cloth covering…making one the breast is only covered by her squeezing hand. 'Am I better off just letting it all go? His reaction took too long… making me even more desperate… what will he do next?' “Arh..Burdak, I feel tight…my chest…like pressure…what…can I massage it first? I feel like I'm tingling here… you… mmh… can you help me first?” Randu said in a breathless voice. She acted well... as if her chest is hurting as she described earlier.

But it was as if she wasn't breathing at all. I couldn't see the rise and fall of her chest. Her lashes didn't flutter open. And there was no sound from her. “No,” I muttered as my voice began cracking. “No, no… There’s something wrong with her—” I immediately pressed my palm to her chest. And realized she really wasn't breathing. The world tilted beneath me. She wasn’t breathing. She wasn’t breathing. I repeated in my head over and over again that panic burst through my ribs like glass.

The doctor’s voice: The medicines cost thousands of dollar. The card glinted under the morning light, black and dangerous. It could mean money for medicine, for hope. Her hands shook as she dragged it back toward her. “This doesn’t mean I belong to you.” Adrian’s mouth curved, not quite a smile, more like the ghost of one. “We will see.” Her chest burned with anger. “You can’t keep treating me like a property.” “Property?” His voice dropped, darker. “If you were mine, Camilla, you would know it.”