The Chain Kindle Novels & Stories

But that didn’t mean some part of it still wasn’t bothering me. “What’s the story with those chains?” I asked trying to make my voice sound causal. “I’ve seen Rand wear them too.” I spoke as I leaned back, using my left arm to support my weight. Kaden peered up at me and I could tell he was wondering where the question was coming from. But if he was suspicious, he didn’t show. “They’re a symbol of brotherhood.” He spoke before sitting up and opening a box that had popcorn chicken in it. He took one and offered it to me. I gladly opened my mouth to accept it.

He reached for my hand and kissed it. "It's great to finally see both of you after all these years!" Jordan was Chain's personal assitant when he was fifteen. After five years, Chain decided he had enough money to pay for his own college fees and worked double jobs to sustain for it. While all this time, Jordan is still here. "Chain!" I heared a high pitched voice scream from a distance. We both looked at a literal shining brunette beauty. She looks like a model. "She looks like you..." I whispered. Chain froze when she got closer. She looked a little more like someone else up close.

He has an pack and he has a nice dick, knows how to use it, last all night, extremely kinky—basically? Just my type. Oh, if only he wasn't from the Sokolov family, the secret sworn enemy of the family I want to inherit. If anyone saw me with him, my dreams of being the next Queenpin? Bye-bye? Unless of course I start my own? But I'm entirely too lazy for that, honestly. Yeah, that about sums it up. I take his hand, and he walks me to his car. “How did you know I'm sensitive about my nails?”

Kruz was the only one who didn’t partake in this conversation, he was agitated and restless, his eyes were refusing to make eye contact with anyone. I even noticed him glaring at Clara from time to time. Wasn’t hehappy that his alpha king was finally going to enjoy his freedom? As for me, I wanted to celbarte but I was still linked to him. What if after the link breaks and I realize I hate them how my mother did, then what? He had linked me to himself and I remember feeling so betrayed, what if that anger comes to life after the link breaks? What if I despise them for making our coven’s life miserable, then what?

Right before me, she pulled her mobile device out of her hand bag and dialed a number. Looking at the bag she held, the chains around the bag captivated me. This had to be a designer bag, I could tell that these chains were made of pure gold and would be expensive. "They are indeed making great profit from this.” I said to myself as I watched the phone beeping the call through.

I open the drawer to put the papers in and something shimmers and clinks and it catches my attention. I grab the cold metal from the drawer. Feeling a small chain between my fingers. Following the links all the way down, I realize it is an expensive gold figaro chain dangles in between my fingers. A J engraved on the clasp. Maybe this is for the Alpha’s family members. I look harder as my eyes focus on the chain and the link right next to the clasp is snapped. Weird, maybe he is paying to get it fixed. I put it back exactly where I get it from. And finish my cleaning, dreading having to clean the Alpha’s room. I feel a small ping of determination to make my getaway while the Alpha is busy t

Randomly rummaging through the transparent shop windows, he drew attention to the jewelry store. “I have long wanted to take a chain around my neck,” he suddenly remembered. A pretty saleswoman showed the assortment, constantly smiling with her bleached teeth. Gold was given to him so often, but there was very little silver among the accessories. His choice fell on a thick silver chain with fancy links. At first glance, it was absolutely not clear how the individual links are fastened together. It looked very unusual and beautiful. Conrod left the center and walked towards his house, a silver chain gleaming around his neck.

He had moved. “What did you see?” Kieran asked. His voice wasn’t calm anymore. Not fully. I shook my head. “I…I don’t know…” “That’s not true.” “I don’t…” “Lena.” His tone stopped me.I swallowed. “…Chains,” I whispered. Immediately, Kai straightened slightly. “…Chains?” he repeated. I nodded slowly. “There was something… inside… and it was chained.”Kieran’s expression changed. Not much.But enough.“That confirms it,” he said quietly.“Confirms what?!” I asked. No one answered immediately.

He lifted my chin up, then with his pen he pulled out the chain from my neck inside my t shirt. "This," Alexander paused, his voice turning cold and serious. "Who gave this to you?" he asked while looking at me intently. My mind went completely blank at his words as I stared at the chain in confusion. It was a silver chain with a medium triangle shaped green emerald stone attached as a dollar in it. I stared at it in awe. It's really beautiful. Where did I even get it? "answer me," Alexander asked pulling me out of my thoughts. I rubbed both sides of my head up trying to remember something. But no. "Who gave it to you?" he asked again and I shrugged in confusion.

“Is this really the place?” Deputy Lone chuckles at the disbelief in Kendra’s voice as she takes something out of her clutch. “Never judge a book by its cover.” “Here,” she says, catching Kendra's attention. Kendra turns and looks at the deputy, her eyes flickering to the object in her hand. “And this is?” Deputy Lone smiles at Kendra’s raised eyebrows and responds softly and seductively. "The chain to my collar." Kendra doesn't react to the coy look and shakes her head at the deputy’s persistence. She’s never met anyone more stubborn—except maybe her mate.