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Now I know that I'm nothing, but a curse, now I know that I've always been the problem. I tried standing up, but winced and fell down again, as all my body aches from the one hundred lashes I was given back there. For how long will I continue to wallow in this pains? For how long will I have to suffer like this? For how long will I have to take this pains? The thought of being beaten everyday till I die, makes me feel like taking my whole life, but how is that even possible, when my hands are tied? Laying on the bare floor, I allowed my tears fall freely from my eyes, as the thought of everyone, my parents, mother Lia, and Kai, keep haunting my messed mind. I felt my eyelids heavy, and slowl

His hands were shaking so badly he could barely grab the napkins. Mrs. Rodriguez appeared with a mop and paper towels, and for the next two minutes I helped clean up the mess while trying desperately to understand what had just happened. My wolf was going absolutely feral inside my chest, clawing and howling and demanding I go back to him, touch him again, claim him. No. No No No No No. This wasn't possible. This wasn't allowed. True Mate bonds didn't happen like this. They were supposed to be gradual, a pull that developed over weeks or months. Not a nuclear explosion on first contact. And they definitely, absolutely, under no circumstances were supposed to happen with HUMANS.

Humiliation burned hot, but I craved it, moaning vibrations around him. Pulling out, he hauled me up, bending me over the bed. “Spread wide.” I did, ass up. He fetched ropes from a drawer—proper bondage gear—and tied my ankles to the bedposts, immobilizing me. A blindfold followed, plunging me into darkness. Sensory deprivation heightened every touch.

An irreversible bond. When he woke up, his eyes were like ice. "So this was your plan? You and your brother set me up?" "No, Owen! We're fated..." "Fated?" He sneered. "Maybe you faked that too." He gave my brother the money, but he told me: "You trapped me. So don't even think about leaving. This is your debt. A debt you can never repay." Our bond went from a beautiful dream blessed by the Moon Goddess. To a conspiracy in his eyes—a scheme by me and my brother to trap him.

"It’s activating. You have to fight through it. Hold on!" The burning agony spread from my heart through my whole body. My spirit wolf was screaming. I felt invisible chains snapping one by one. It was my soul-bond with Austen. The seed I had planted thirty days ago had finally bloomed. A final, violent SNAP echoed in the depths of my soul. And then… nothing. Silence. Freedom. The pain was gone. I collapsed onto the bed, gasping. For the first time in two lifetimes, my heart felt light.

His tone switched when he said that last statement, and I giggled, not knowing he was completely serious. “Don’t disobey me, little slut. I want you naked on the bed. Lie there and wait for me to come to you. Don’t make me punish you.” He watched as I took off what was left of my clothing and got on the bed. I could see how hard he was over his sweatpants. They did nothing to hide the erection he was sporting. “You may think you know bondage, but you don’t. I have cuffed you to the bed and to the St. Andrew’s cross before, but that’s light. Bondage involves knowing how to knot a woman in ropes in various positions, unable to move or do anything.”

This bond made us look out for each other, especially when government officers came around to arrest anyone selling at the express road. It was this connection I decided to lean on. But fear of the spiritual bond I’d made with Jovita stopped me from telling them the whole truth. Instead, I borrowed twenty thousand naira from my fellow hustlers at noon, the amount I usually gave to Madam All-Whether in the evening, and went home to get Odion. The first day I tried this, I thought they’d let me take him with me after I handed over the money. But I was wrong. While I was thinking about my babies’ well-being, they were thinking of something else entirely.

There were stories written in his scars and his strength, stories I could spend a lifetime learning. Dante hastened from the bed, unfastening his dark jeans and kicking off his shoes and socks. As he reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, I spoke. “I want to undress you as you did me.” I scooted to the edge of the bed. “I felt you last night and saw you this morning. I want to do more, explore your mysteries.” I used his word. “Fuck.” “You said to voice my wants and needs.” I fell to my knees before him. “That’s what I’m doing.”

Bound not only by vows or duty, but something that ran deeper. Something that was more permanent. We were bound by blood. And lies.

They had been here quite often acting on several devised erotic plans. “Maybe I will help get you started,” Nate interrupted the silence. “Your body does not lie Oliver. From the wetness now running down your leg, you certainly have a fondness for bondage. What else have we discovered?” Oliver took a breath and finally said, “We already discussed on our initial date that I do like a bit of exhibitionism. The bondage has been amazing. I had no idea how chastity would affect me, but it drives me crazy. And of course, the fetish cloths are very erotic to wear.”