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 9
9 - REVELATIONS
STEPHAN
"I told you, I am fine!" I snapped at the pack physician.
He jumped back in fright, "Lord Stephan please let me have a look, your father..."
"My father is worrying too much, I am perfectly okay!" I cut him off.
I didn't have time to sit still and be poked and prodded like I was a guinea pig, I had things to do... people to find.
"Lord please, just let your poor servant do his job so I can have a good report for your father."
I looked at Dr Purcell, he had been our family physician as well as the pack physician for as long as I could remember, "Fine, make it snappy."
His face brightened up and he dabbed his forehead to clean the bead of sweat that had started to form there. "Thank you Lord, please take off your shirt."
I grunted in frustration but I obliged him.
"Remarkable, not even the trace of a scar!" His voice was high pitched and excited.
I looked at him with some curiosity, "You are making it sound like such a big deal, we high borns heal fast and completely, it is nothing new."
"No my lord, it isn't but your case is different and special."
I narrowed my eyes, "How so?"
"Lord, you were poisoned with wolfsbane. That thing is deadly to all wolves, high born or not. It was the grace of the goddess that we were able to find someone with the same rare blood type as you to do a total blood transfusion."
"Wait!" my eyes widened, "Did you just say total blood transfusion?"
Dr Purcell nodded emphatically.
"That would be me that..."
"Yes, your blood donor was supposed to die."
I stroked my jaw with my left hand, this was getting interesting.
"Given that that was what it was, it was supposed to leave a scar mi Lord, one hell of a scar... but there is nothing, it is remarkable!"
All the while I was thinking that it was no big deal, the fact I wasn't scared made me underestimate how close I came to dying or being disfigured for the rest of my life.
So it was this much of a big deal, "Rebekka Kent!" I muttered.
"Yes mi Lord, she saved your life, I could not be prouder!" Dr Purcell said with an air of smugness.
I gave him a sharp look as my eyes widened in surprise, "You know of her?"
"Know of her?" he chuckled, "Mi Lord, I raised that mutt since she was a pup!"
Okay now, things were getting more and more interesting. So the girl that saved my life was Dr Purcell's step daughter?
"So she is like a daughter to you?" I asked.
Dr Purcell smiled sheepishly, "When my Lord puts it like that, I cannot disagree."
Apparently, she had survived something that was meant to kill her and knowing that she could die she still chose to save my life. I was speechless, I was now starting to see her in a different light.
"How is she doing?" I asked.
"Mi Lord, we are thankful to the goddess for seeing it fit to keep her life. Two miracles happened yesterday and we are grateful for it."
"Indeed, indeed, doctor." I nodded agreeing with him.
I needed to know more about Rebekka but I was not going to press the good doctor.
The door opened and Claude came in and flopped on the couch, "Hey doc, how's the birthday boy?"
"In perfect health, sir Claude, we are thankful to the goddess!"
"Damn! It really didn't leave a scar, though I was hallucinating yesterday," Claude was peering at me.
I frowned at him and drew down my shirt, "Are we done here?"
"Yes, mi Lord."
"Good, now run along to my dad and tell him not to bother me with more tests, I am fine!"
Dr Purcell bowed and then left the room.
I leaned forward in my seat staring at Claude, "Anything?"
He made a face and leaned back on the couch, "You are not even going to offer me a drink? No, thank you Claude for getting back so quickly, here, have a drink?"
I sighed, "Fine, pour yourself a cup!"
He leaned forward with a smile to get the bottle.
"... After you are done telling me what you found out!"
The smile froze on his face and he paused with the bottle inches away from his grasp, then he plopped back on the couch, "You are no fun sometimes!"
"Just get on with it," I snapped impatiently.
"Do you realize how crazy I sounded asking all of my dad's informants if they knew anybody with blue eyes? Next time if you want information, you should at least do better than... blue eyes!"
I sighed, this dude was frustrating me but then again, he always did, "Yeah, yeah now, on with it!"
"His name is Damon Chase and he is a member of the Elite Guards!"
My eyes widened and I leaned forward in my chair, "The Elite Guards?"
"Mm-hmm," Claude nodded and then reached for the bottle.
I gnashed my teeth, the elite guards were the best of the pack warriors that answered directly to the alpha, my father.
Was that why he was able to hurt me with a sucker punch?
No, that didn't track, although they may be more skilled than me, I was supposed to be stronger.
Claude was watching me like a thief, "What did this Chase guy do to warrant your attention?"
I got up quickly, breathing heavily as I remembered the incident from yesterday. "I have to go see him!"
Claude laughed nervously, "I don't know what is going on but I don't think that is a good idea!"
I snapped at him, "You don't understand, someone like him has no business being anywhere close to someone like her!"
"Who? Who are we talking about here? Who is getting you all worked up?"
"I can't let this happen," I said, ignoring Claude and storming towards the door.
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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."