Thrice Bound Chest Novels & Stories

The description felt inadequate for the strange tugging sensation centered in my chest, as though invisible threads were being woven between them with each synchronized breath. "That's the bond responding," Dr. Winters explained. "Now for the next stage." She moved to stand between them, placing one hand atop where mine rested on Grace's chest, and the other atop Grace's hand on me.

My right hand was finally loose. I didn't waste a second. I pulled my hand out of the cuff and reached across to fumble with the strap on my bleeding left arm. My fingers were slippery with blood, making it hard to get a grip on the metal. The smell of copper and burnt plastic filled the air. I wiped my palm quickly on my jeans, grabbed the strap, and pulled. The buckle finally gave way, and the sudden release sent a sharp ache up to my shoulder. Next was the chest strap. My hands shook so much that I could barely line up my fingers with the metal clasp. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and pinched the release. The heavy leather fell away and dropped onto my lap.

"Were you with more than one partner?" Heat flooded my face. I couldn't speak. His eyes widened slightly. "More than one alpha?" I nodded, barely a movement. "How many?" "Three," I whispered. He sat back heavily. "Goddess above." "Is that... is that bad? For the baby?" "I don't know." He ran a hand through his hair. "I've never seen a case like this. Omegas don't usually... and with three alphas..." He shook his head. "Lyra, this child is going to be extraordinary. The alpha genetics alone"

Finally, I was whole. But, when I returned to the water's edge to cool off, the scent hit me like a punch to the chest. It was intoxicating, addictive, smelling of damp earth and sandalwood. I snapped my head around and lost my breath. The Alpha Triplets were there, emerging from the shadows like ghosts: Liam, Dean, and Ryan. They surrounded me with slow, predatory steps, their golden eyes glowing in the darkness, fixed on my every move. "Mate," they said in unison, their voices vibrating in the air.

Third POV The warehouse near Cassiel’s private docks was nothing short of a tomb. The dim overhead lights buzzed like dying fireflies, barely illuminating the blood-stained floor beneath them. Rust and salt clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The faint sounds of waves crashing against the docks outside were a cruel contrast to the scene unfolding within these walls. A man was slumped in a steel chair at the center of it all, arms bound behind his back with industrial-strength zip ties. His face was barely recognizable—swollen, bloody, and bruised beyond reason. His breathing came in wet, shaky gasps.

My hands mapped his chest, the hard lines of muscle, the pounding of his heart beneath my palms. “Then don’t,” I breathed. “Take me.” He groaned, fumbling with his belt, shoving his trousers down enough to free himself. When his c*ck brushed against me, thick and hot, I gasped, the anticipation making my thighs tremble. He pushed into me slowly at first, inch by inch, stretching me around him. His head fell forward, forehead pressing to mine, his moan raw and broken. “F#ck… you feel so good,” he groaned, voice shaking. “So tight, so perfect. This p*ssy is so mine.”

My hands were against each opposite forearm as the vampire tied up my wrists. My upper arms, just below the shoulders, were encircled several times by the rope to provide more restriction. From their branch points, the rope was made to go across my chest. One section above my breasts, and one below it. Finally, the knot was tied expertly on the center of my back, holding it all together. The piece holding my wrists was attached to that center knot as well, and I found I couldn't move my arms at all. Nope, I was completely restricted.

My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t draw in enough air. “You’ve never said that before,” I murmured. “I know,” he admitted, his eyes darkening. “And I should have. A long time ago. You deserved better than silence. Better than me making you feel invisible.” Still, I fought against the ache in my chest. “And now you think a flower, some candles, and an apology will fix it?”

I still searched with blurry vision where the voice could be coming from, but I still couldn’t see anyone, “Who are you?” A moment of silence followed, and then I felt it, a presence, cold yet oddly comforting, “I am Athina. The spirit of a wolf that resides within you. Bound together, but you first need to accept our bond.” “What? Why now? I…” I struggled to breath. “Please Veronica. You need to accept our bond, otherwise you will die.” “I…” My chest was hurting as I tried to speak. “Please. You’re on the brink of death. The wolfsbane is killing you, and fast. You are stronger than this, we’re stronger. Please, accept.” She begged.

We were alike in that way too stubborn to back down, even with danger staring us in the face. Timmy tightened his grip around my waist, and I realized I was holding my breath. His chin rested on the top of my head, warm breath tangling in my hair. I could feel the tension in his rigid muscles. On the other side, Aaron and Midnight were frozen like statues, their eyes locked on the screen revealing the storm brewing inside them. The auctioneer began. A metallic chime echoed as the first bid came in. “Wolf013” placed it—an insane number and not even a real name. Goosebumps ran down my skin. The masked man in the front row leaned forward, intrigued. My heart pounded against my ribs.