소유욕/집착 Novels & Stories

That was why we brought so many of them. I rubbed the back of my neck because I did think of one, but I was not certain how everyone would feel about it. “Yes. Just hear me out. We need something very believable that would make a scene. Possessiveness is a cornerstone of our species. We have two options. One is that I find someone flirting with you and blow up, or you find someone trying to flirt with me and blow up. However, for me to be so distraught to flee, it should be me finding one of you,” I said carefully.

smelling her, I became territorial I claimed lena once she was born I was to protect her forever nothing could come in between us. We didn't grow up very close. Mom always reminded me to keep my distance, which I did for the first few years. Were hard to claim someone as a she-wolf means you devote your life to her and always be there when she is happy, sad, hurt, or angry. Whenever it's a tug between you, it's hard to hide, but since Dad worked a lot, it gave Mom peace. You don't choose who you attach yourself to. It happens. It's called fate. I would mindlessly follow Lena anywhere it's deeper than the love I feel what she feels. While Kiara is rubbing my thick, fiery fur, I circle her, g

"I'm not going anywhere." 'Take her,' Saen demanded again. 'She's ours. The Moon bound us. Stop resisting.' He didn't understand patience. Didn't understand that claiming someone meant more than physical touch. Wolves operated on instinct—possession, territory, permanence. Humans—the part of me that thought and chose and carried responsibility—understood that wanting someone and taking someone were different things entirely. I closed the mental link to Saen. Not violently. Firmly. He snarled in protest but retreated.

It’s a silent, public, possessive claim for all to see. A jolt of heat shoots straight down my spine. My wolf, the shameless bastard, preens at the attention. I like the possessiveness. It’s an anchor in the sudden, swirling anxiety of this reunion. It’s a silent, tactile, 'he's with me' that settles my nerves.

I explain, watching Kara dissolve her latest discovery. "Your clans goddess" she chuckles, nodding non stop. "Secondly,The mate bond. With regards to it's name,the mate bond is a force,an all powerful and uncontrollable feeling felt alone between two opposite genders. The mate bond is one amongst the moon goddess's natural effects creations. The mate bond seems alot similar to the all familiar teenage and marital love rather with more powerful cravings and desires between both mated genders." "It's sources unlimited cravings and desires between both parties, sexual urges not excluded. This explains your uncontrollable cravings and desires towards my presence and touch, similar cravings I mys

He was here, she saw him and now, she delays, avoids and doesn’t show up. My fingers stilled completely as a low scoff left me. “Pathetic.” The word barely made it past my lips. The mate bond, that was what it came down to, wasn’t it? That irrational pull and that attachment must be drawing her back to him. I leaned back slightly, my gaze drifting toward the window. “A bond that blinds you isn’t strength, it's weakness”I muttered under my breath. My wolf stirred faintly beneath the surface not in agreement or protest, just awareness.

“But this time, we won’t be testing your resistance.” My pulse quickened. “Then what?” She studied me for a long moment. “Your attachments.” The word hit harder than I expected. Mary’s presence flared instantly. “Cassie...” “I know,” I whispered. “You demonstrated control in proximity,” the woman continued. “Which means desire didn’t destabilize you.” I held her gaze. “Because desire isn’t inherently destructive.” “No,” she agreed. “But attachment is unpredictable.” One of the men tapped the table, and a new image appeared on the screen.