BLOOD BOND: TIED TO MY ALPHA
She saved his life.He rejected her as his mate.
Rebekka is a slave girl born into the bloodshed of the Hex Wars. She'd long accepted she'd die in chains-until she pulled Alpha heir Stephan from the brink of death, only for him to cast her aside like she was nothing.
That's when Damon finds her. Dark, fiercely possessive, with a past buried in secrets, he's the first person to ever protect her. The first to see her as more than a slave. He says she belongs to him.
But Stephan is back, rabid to win her back. Her fated mate will burn the world down for a second chance, and the unbreakable blood bond between them tugs at her with every breath.
Torn between the man bound to her by blood, and the man who gave her a reason to live, her choice will make or break the war.Does she come out of this alive or does the forces against her succeed in claiming her power for themselves as the war reaches its climax.
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Chapter 7
7: Unnatural Blue Eyes
STEPHAN
There was a dull ringing in my ear as I milled through the trees and made my way back to the pack compound.
It felt as if I was hit against the side of my face with a silver mallet, that was the only thing that I could think of as to why it hurt so badly.
That bastard must have been wearing a silver ring of some sort.
There was no other reason as to why he should have been able to deal such a painful blow to me. He was a nobody, I was the son of the great alpha Michael, he was nothing to me.
Just as I left the thicket of trees behind, I staggered slightly and then caught myself.
Don't tell me the dizziness was also from the punch?
Impossible, I must have had way too much alcohol and because I was recovering, my metabolism was having difficulty burning it all and keeping me sober.
I could hear the greetings from various pack members as I made my way back to my chambers but I didn't answer any.
The back of my neck felt hot and I was gnashing the fuck out of my teeth.
I slammed my room door and then sat on the lush study chair, tapping my feet rapidly against the floor board.
Why was I angry?
It was not like me to lose my cool easily, more importantly, why the fuck did I even go to the forest?
If I had just respected myself and stayed at my party, none of this would have happened.
What made me leave?
I got up from the chair feeling very uncomfortable and I began pacing the room.
Her face flashed in my mind, her round welcoming eyes, those soft tender lips and those rosy cheeks.
I blinked, why was I remembering the features of a girl that was not Vannie?
Once again, I had another memory flash, this time around, of those lips being pressed into by someone else's, someone with unnatural blue eyes.
I let out a yell and then punched a hole in the wall, my hand went right through the concrete as if it was made of paper.
That's right, now I remember why I was angry, it was because I saw them kissing... that was what got my fuse lit.
But why?
Why should I care if two random nobodies are kissing in the woods?
It is not like it has anything to do with me.
The problem was, I was drawn to that forest, I came there looking for that random nobody, I felt as if I didn't come there in search of her I would regret it for the rest of my life.
I could not live a life of regret so I went there and what did I see?
The girl that I felt was in danger wrapping her lips with that of another man.
I withdrew my hand from the hole that I just created, snarling as I did so.
But why was that getting me so worked up?
I shouldn't care, she was a nobody, I rejected her. I should not care what the fuck she was doing and with whom.
Then a thought hit me, what if that was her man? What if the entire Mate of a thing was a scam and when it failed, she went crawling back into the arms of her man? What if?
I stopped that train of thought, although I was caught up in the party spirit, I didn't forget anything so I could vividly remember her behavior, the primal nature of it... she was not faking it, she really did believe every word she uttered.
Besides, who would be stupid or brave enough to try and con their way into being my mate?
"Rebekka Kent!" I snarled as her name bubbled back to the front of my mind.
I could not get her out of my head.
"Who the hell was that guy with you?" I asked no one in particular.
I picked up my phone and messaged Claude immediately and then tossed the phone aside and waited.
It didn't take too long before I heard a knock at my door and then the door slid open gently.
"Hope you are decent?" he teased. "I was around the vicinity, you know, something was telling me that I would..." his voice trailed off.
I turned to look at Claude, his eyes were fixed on the giant hole in the wall and his mouth was slightly a gap.
"I leave you for one minute and you go ruining walls? What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I said.
"Oh come off it, why am I here then? Surely it is not because you love the sound of my voice..." his voice trailed off again. "Is that blood? Are you bleeding?" there was an edge to his voice now.
I turned to look sharply at him.
Claude was staring at my nose with an intensity that told me he was not joking.
I dabbed my finger under my nose and looked at it, true to his words, I was bleeding.
"The Fuck!" I snarled.
Did that fellow punch me so hard that I got a nosebleed?
"Yo, Stephan, what the hell happened? Last I saw you, you were running off like a mad man without giving a reason. Now there is a hole in your wall and you are bleeding, talk to me!"
I looked at Claude again, his eyes were filled with concern as he stood there holding a bottle of bourbon in his right hand, he thought I called him here for an after party.
"I need you to do something for me!" I said tightly.
"Anything, Name it!"
"I need you to find someone..."
"Does this someone have a name?"
"I don't know his name but from the way he carried himself, he was definitely a high born."
Claude sighed, "How am I supposed to find someone whose name you don't even know. Describe him then."
I sneered, "He has a pair of unnatural blue eyes!"
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7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.
8.2
When she left the cold, controlling man she loved five years ago, Isabella left behind more than just a shattered marriage. Now that she has returned to the city as a prosperous businesswoman, she has a little son who is actually the CEO's heir.
Alexander, the strong CEO she previously married, promises to discover her secrets when he learns of her return. However, what he discovers shocks him: a woman who is no longer weak and submissive, and a child who bears his blood.
Isabella and Alexander are drawn back into a perilous game of love, power, and retaliation as adversaries circle and secrets come to light. Will pride ruin their second opportunity, or can they confront the truth?
8.3
Elara gave up everything for love...her trust, her inheritance, her future. But the two people she trusted most, her husband and her best friend, destroyed it all with a betrayal so cruel it left her shattered.
Just when she thought she had nothing left, a stranger emerged from the shadows. Only Axel was no stranger at all. He was her Ex-husband's Nemesis.
Cold-blooded, ruthless, and dangerously obsessed with her.
With one careless signature on a contract, Elara becomes bound to Axel, a man whose name inspires fear, whose touch ignites her, and whose secrets threaten to unravel her very reality. He carries scars that hide darker truths and a hunger for her that blurs the line between protection and possession.
Soon, she realizes the betrayal was only the beginning. The truth waiting in the shadows is far more dangerous than she ever imagined.
In a world where trust is a weapon, Elara must decide: with Axel by her side, will she surrender to his dark side and become the villain in her own story or will she rise from the ashes and burn her enemies to the ground?
7.2
Isabella, an erotica writer, is introduced to a new life of seductive highs and unanticipated heartbreak when she meets billionaire Dominic, transforming her fiction into seductive reality.
Both Dominic King and Isabella Heyes are unable to resist their smoldering connection from the first time they meet at a charity reading event. But when the two begin to explore each other's sexual desires while continuing to deepen their intimacy outside of the bedroom, what initially starts off as casual becomes into more. Coming from two different worlds, it was unexpected, but they are certain that it will ultimately be worthwhile to take the chance for love. Oh, and something else that caught them off guard? Three months after their wedding and with a baby on the way, Dominic vanished in Brazil.
8.3
For three years, my billionaire husband Bronson treated me like a fragile glass doll. The media said he worshipped me, but his love felt more like a suffocating collar as we struggled with infertility.
The day I finally got a positive pregnancy test, I wanted to surprise him. Instead, I opened his hidden safe and found a commercial surrogacy contract.
He had secretly bought another woman to carry his child, and she was already seven weeks pregnant.
When I confronted him and threw my wedding ring on his desk, his perfect husband mask shattered. He claimed he did it to "protect" my weak body. When I demanded a divorce and walked out, he systematically cut off my air supply. He froze my credit cards, drained my personal trust fund, and blacklisted me across the entire entertainment industry.
"She'll last forty-eight hours before she's crying on her knees."
Standing penniless in the freezing rain, I pressed a hand to my flat stomach. If he found out about the baby inside me, he would use it as an unbreakable chain to lock me in his cage forever. I couldn't let him win.
With nowhere left to run, I called an old co-star who had mysteriously vanished from Hollywood years ago.
Gardner Whitfield wasn't an actor anymore; he was a ruthless corporate predator. He slid a contract across his desk, offering to forge me steel wings to tear Bronson apart.
"Sign this, and you become my exclusive property for five years."
Without hesitating, I picked up the pen.
9.5
Eight days after my c-section, my husband left me and our hungry, premature newborn alone.
He rushed to his manipulative ex-girlfriend, Cassidy, who was faking another one of her "panic attacks," just as he always did.
His obsession with "saving" her had already caused our son's premature birth. This time, it got him killed.
In a jealous rage, Cassidy slammed her car into us, and my baby was gone.
But when I woke up in the hospital, Kevin was protecting her, not me.
He told me it was an accident, that her diagnosed mental illness made her not responsible. He even had our son cremated without my consent, erasing all the evidence.
He begged me to forgive them, to let it all blow over so we could be a family again.
I looked at the man who had destroyed my life and smiled.
"I called the police, Kevin," I said, showing him my phone. "And that medical certificate you're holding? It's a fake."