Words From Bound Novels & Stories

"The adrenaline. The theft. Stealing thirty million dollars from your own blood line while the government searches the front door." Julian’s hands came up, resting on Gabriel’s broad shoulders. His fingers curled tightly into the fabric of Gabriel’s dark suit jacket. "I like winning, Gabriel." "You like being filthy," Gabriel corrected growlingly, sliding his hands up Julian's thighs, his broad palms spreading wide, pushing Julian's knees further apart until Julian was fully open to him in the chair. "You like knowing that every move you make, every document you sign, binds you closer to me." Julian let out a sharp, breathless gasp as Gabriel’s hand slid between his legs, his thick palm cupp

"Yes. I have never bound myself to anyone willingly." "I kinda tricked you into it. I didn't mean to." He sat cross-legged on the worn wooden floor. "When you drank from me you only linked us. It was the second time that bound us." "What does that mean? Bound?" "You don't need me to tell you. You already know." "Wait. Are you saying that we're married?" He shrugged. "That word means nothing to me. We are bound." I stood over him, nervous because I wasn't sure whether I hated the idea … or liked it.

The thought of what could have happened make my blood congeal in my veins. “What do you mean, when my wolf is unbound?” the monotone of her voice is more chilling than her silence. I thought that might get a response from her, but honestly, I am ill prepared for any of this. I don’t even understand how Mt’s Crook bound her wolf in the first place, or what a binding actually is.

As if the attacks and defenses were only scenery, and the play we perform is only for the two of us. “Names are anchors,” he repeats slowly, and under his words the water falls silent for a heartbeat. “And what is bound can only be unbound by the one who bound it.” His voice thins as he speaks the next word, and this thinness is far more dangerous than depth: “You.”

"Excuse me." B.J. wiped the smile off his face and stabbed the blonde with his gaze, freezing all her giggling grimaces with the grim gesture. "Why "B.J."? That's not your name, is it?" "What you just did is a sin in my world, blondie. Drinking my coffee..." he interrupted her. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth three times, shaking his index finger and head.

Naomi’s POV I couldn’t see. Couldn’t move. Everything was heat and weight and the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears. My wrists were bound. Something rough scraped against my skin, the scent of wolfsbane seeping into every breath I took. My head lolled to the side, but strong arms pulled me upright again. I whimpered. The laughter from earlier echoed around me, louder now. Closer. As if they enjoyed my struggle. I tried to piece together what happened—Layla, the walk, the garden, the woods… Layla.

he said quietly, “I won’t let you go.” The words sent a chill through me. I left before I could change my mind. The door closed softly behind me, but the sound echoed like a gunshot. And as I walked out of the Moretti estate, my heart breaking with every step, I didn’t know that five years later… those words would come back to haunt us both

Scott said. “Is it bad?” Ruben barely got the words out without choking. A mating bond was unbreakable but bound them together forever. He had never heard of anyone trying to take a mated wolf and mark them. It wasn't impossible. Biting over the mate bond could break the previous bond, or at least weaken it. He wasn't aware of anyone trying to erase the mate bond. Scott reached his hand forward to take her pulse. Ruben kept his eyes glued to the man.

I relayed, surprising myself that despite having trust issues; I did 100% trust them. I walked towards the massive bed, climbing up to the center and watched them, my eyes hooded with desire. “Baby girl, the mate bond is a powerful thing. We need you to choose a safe word or phrase to stop us in the event we are either overwhelming you or crossing a boundary you don’t want us to cross. You are like a drug to us and we have waited for this moment for so long to worship you,” Bronx said slowly starting to crawl up towards me, the other brothers doing the same thing.

“I know.” The younger one speaks before the elder can silence him. “What are you now?” Cain’s jaw clenches. I feel the sting in him—the question isn’t cruel, but it cuts anyway. I step forward. “We are bound.” The younger man lifts his gaze. His pupils blow wide, fear swallowing his irises whole. “Bound to what?” My voice doesn’t waver. “To each other.” The elder inhales sharply—as if those words alone shift something in the world. Maybe they do.