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 8
8 – STIFF-LEGGED
REBEKKA
It had seemed like forever since I had felt the comfort of my own bed. So much had happened in such a short space of time that it felt like a very long time had passed.
As I rolled about on my small mattress, I could not help but think of all that had happened. My own share of the loot that I had been given was still hidden somewhere in my room with me.
Thinking about it just made me think about Lord Stephan, his fiery red eyes as he screamed "What the Fuck!"
I still could not place why he was so angry, it did not make sense to me, why would the son of the alpha give a hoot about a nobody like me or what I was doing?
I tried looking at it from his own perspective, but I just could not see it. I rolled again on my mattress as my fear and apprehension returned, "You are going to regret this!"
I remembered the viciousness in his voice when he said that... Why did Damon have to go as far as punching him in the face?
I was even more surprised by the fact that Lord Stephan controlled himself and let it slide for the meantime. He was well within his right to just rip our heads off for such disrespect... if his father ever found out?
I shuddered in bed as the thought crossed my mind, I didn't even want to think about what would happen if alpha Michael came about that information. It would not just be me but Doctor Purcell too that will suffer the backlash too.
Speaking of Damon... I hoped he took my suggestion and fled the pack. He seemed like a smart man, and a good kisser too.
I rolled in bed and smiled when I remembered how he put his lips against mine, taking them in with gentle ease... I caught myself smiling and then frowned suddenly, "Focus Rebekka!" I muttered to myself.
Damon looked like a smart man, surely, he would recognize the implication of what he has done and realize that there is nothing left of him in the Half-Moon pack and he would leave.
The thought of me not seeing him again made me sad, why did it make me so sad?
That was what I was wondering about when I finally fell asleep.
****
"Look who finally decided to join us, do you realize what the time is?" Kaitlin went off the minute I walked into the waiting area.
It was a slow day today in the pack clinic, there was nobody in the waiting area this morning, therefore there was no reason for Kaitlin to be on my neck.
I was stiff as I walked over to the supply closet to grab a mop and a bucket.
Any moment from now, pack guards should storm into the clinic and grab me and take me to receive whatever punishment that Lord Stephan had cooked up for me.
My life was over.
"Oh suddenly, after donating blood to our future heir, you feel too big to respond to me?"
"What?" I looked up to see Kaitlin standing over me, her face twisted in a mean frown.
"I am sorry, Miss, I didn't see you there," I replied and bowed curtly.
Kaitlin's left eye brow shot up in surprise, "You didn't see me there? Rebekka, am I so small now that you can no longer see me?"
I opened my mouth to reply but she just went on, silencing me.
"Where have you been since yesterday, daddy sent me to bring you back from the alpha pack house saying how tired you must be after donating blood to come back by yourself... Can you imagine? Me! Being sent to bring you back?"
I knew that if I just kept mute and added the occasional apology here and there, she would talk herself out.
"What has this world turned to? I swear sometimes, I think my father treats you way too well and you don't even work your own fair share to repay his good effort and grace."
"I apologize, Miss Kaitlin," I bowed curtly once more.
She stopped talking and then looked at my face, her eyes squinted in curiosity, "What is it? You don't look well?"
Before I could reply, she cut me off.
"I knew it, there was no way you were supposed to be up and moving after giving so much blood. If you know you are about to faint, do it on your own time and not while you are on the clock, is that clear?"
"Yes Miss."
The door swung open and my heart jumped to my stomach and I held my breath, this was it, they were here for me just like I thought they would be.
A balding man in his late sixties walked in and I heaved a sigh of relief.
I didn't realize how on edge I was, it was stressing me the hell out, I just kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Welcome Mr. Donovan," I greeted curtly.
The old man waved me aside and focused on Kaitlin, "Is your father in?"
"Not right now Mr. Donovan, he was called to the alpha's pack house earlier this morning." Kaitlin said.
My body stiffened when I heard that Dr Purcell was called to the alpha's pack house, that must mean only one thing... Lord Stephan summoned him to tell him what he must do concerning me, I was right to be worried all along.
"Ah, that's sad, I wanted him to take a look at something for me," Mr. Donovan said regrettably.
"That's very much okay, Mr. Donovan, he should not take too long, you can wait right here," Kaitlin ushered him to one of the waiting chairs and then cast me a curious look.
"What the hell are you still doing standing there like a pole? Do your damn job!"
But I was deep in thoughts and worry, very soon, doing my damn job would be the least of my worries!
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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."