Bond By The Silverblood
🌹 A While Apart but Close by Hearts
By Mizh Jenny
Cathrina and Edward were never meant to be apart...
But life pulled them away, leaving only letters, memories, and the bond of their hearts.
Distance tested their love, time challenged their patience...
Can a love that survived miles survive destiny?
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Chapter 10
🐺 CHAPTER TEN - The Alpha's Wound
The moment they crossed the threshold into the lodge, Lyra felt Kael's strength falter.
His steps slowed. His breaths became shallow. Blood soaked the side of his shirt from the bite on his shoulder, dark crimson dripping down his arm. He tried to hide it-he always tried-but the Moonblood glow made the wound look worse, shadows clinging to the edges like poison.
"Sit down," Lyra said urgently, guiding him toward the long wooden bench.
"I'm fine," he muttered.
But when he tried to take another step, his knees buckled.
Lyra caught him before he hit the floor, panic rising like a tidal wave.
"Kael!"
She eased him onto the bench, her hands trembling. "You're not fine-there was something wrong with that bite. It wasn't a normal wolf wound."
Kael gritted his teeth, sweat beading along his forehead.
"That Darkfang was corrupted..." He winced. "Moonblood venom. It slows healing. Weakens my wolf."
Lyra's stomach twisted. "How do we fix it?"
Kael looked away-too quickly.
"Kael," she whispered, voice shaking. "Tell me."
His jaw clenched.
"It has to be purified."
"That's good-how?"
He finally met her eyes, silver glowing faintly.
"The Seer. Only a Seer can pull venom from a living Alpha."
A chill raced through her.
"You mean... me?"
Kael nodded once.
"Yes. But it's dangerous. The venom will fight you. It might attack your power-your mind."
Lyra swallowed hard. "What happens if we don't try?"
Kael exhaled, slow and controlled.
"I shift."
He paused.
"And I don't shift back."
She stared at him, heart sinking.
The idea of Kael trapped in his wolf form, lost to madness, tore something inside her open.
"No," she said fiercely. "I won't let that happen."
He gave her a tired, broken smile.
"You're getting brave on me."
Lyra knelt in front of him, placing her hands gently on his wounded shoulder. The skin around the bite pulsed with sickly red veins, spreading slowly across Kael's chest.
"Tell me what to do," she said.
Kael inhaled sharply as her fingers brushed his skin.
"The Oath will guide you. Focus on the mark-focus on me. You have to pull the venom out and burn it with your power."
His voice weakened, growing more strained.
"Lyra... hurry."
She closed her eyes.
Her mark flared instantly, reacting to Kael's pain.
Silver light crawled up her arm, warm at first-then blistering hot. She gasped but didn't let go.
She reached inward, letting the Oath show her Kael's energy.
Suddenly she saw it-
like two colors inside him:
➡ silver - Kael
➡ black-red - the venom
They were tangled together, fighting.
Hurting him.
Lyra pushed her power toward the venom.
It recoiled, hissing like something alive.
Kael arched in pain.
"Lyra-" he gasped. "Don't stop."
She forced more energy into the wound.
The venom surged toward her hand, burning cold, stabbing up her arm like ice needles. Lyra cried out but held on tighter.
Kael's hand shot up, grabbing hers, squeezing hard. His eyes glowed wolf-bright, jaw clenched as he tried not to shift.
She pushed harder.
The venom started tearing free from his veins, threads of darkness pulling outward, wrapping around her wrist like smoke.
Lyra screamed-but she didn't let go.
Kael pulled her closer, pressing his forehead against hers, voice a desperate whisper:
"Stay with me... please."
His plea gave her the strength she needed.
With a final surge of silver light, Lyra ripped the venom free. It burst into the air like a cloud of black mist-
-and she burned it with a flash of pure Seer power.
The room fell silent.
Kael collapsed forward, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his brow. Lyra caught him, pulling him into her arms, tears streaming down her face.
His wound closed before her eyes.
"Kael?" she whispered, shaking.
He looked up at her slowly... then gave a soft, exhausted smile.
"You did it," he murmured. "You saved me."
Lyra let out a sob of relief, resting her forehead against his.
But before she could speak-
He gently cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away a tear.
"Lyra..." His voice was soft, raw.
"You can't imagine what it does to me when I think I might lose you."
She went still.
The Oath pulsed between them-slow, deep... intimate.
Kael swallowed, eyes locked on hers.
"This bond... it's changing. I can feel it. And I don't know if it's the Moonblood... or you."
Lyra's heart pounded.
But before she could answer, a knock slammed against the door.
"Alpha! The Council is here. They demand to speak about the Seer-now."
Kael stiffened.
Lyra's breath caught.
The Council.
The prophecy.
And the vision of Kael dying.
Everything was about to change.
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To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family.
By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion.
I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal.
Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call.
As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.
9.3
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The words slipped out before I could stop myself, and a reckless smile curved on my lips.
He leaned closer, voice deep and taunting. "Careful, Mrs. You might not survive what you're asking for."
His eyes, sharp and unrelenting, pinned me in place. I knew in that instant I was standing before a predator ready to consume me whole. The way his hand brushed against my cheek sent shivers down my spine - and I hated how much I wanted more.
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Will Brinda allow her wounded heart to open again, or will Jason's dark world pull her deeper into a game of desire and deception?
Step into a story of passion, betrayal, and fate - where one night changes everything.
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
9.8
I was an arrogant, canceled reality TV star, trying to salvage my ruined reputation on a live broadcast.
But after I lost my temper and assaulted a cameraman, my furious grandfather chased me into our family's forbidden gallery, where I accidentally crashed into an ancient, sealed portrait.
The canvas shattered, and a terrifying woman with glowing golden eyes stepped out of the wall.
She was Cecil, the First Matriarch of the Marshall family. She caught a lightning bolt with her bare hands and crushed me to my knees with an invisible, suffocating pressure.
My grandfather, instead of saving me, groveled on the floor and abandoned me to her mercy.
"You are the disgrace that will end this family."
She hijacked my entire life, forcing me to act as her submissive baggage handler on my own survival reality show, broadcasting my humiliation to millions.
I didn't understand why this ancient monster was tormenting me. Why did she strip away my pride, treat me like a broken tool, and force me to endure the mockery of the very ex-girlfriend who had ruined my life?
But when those same cast members tried to corner me in the dark woods, Cecil stepped in front of me, her eyes locking onto the silver ring of the man mocking me.
"To catch the wolf, one must sometimes walk with the sheep."
That was when I realized she wasn't here to destroy me—she was here to hunt the parasites who had been secretly siphoning away my life force.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
8.5
The blood moon was rising...
She was an innocent girl in the village. She was offered to the Dark Forest against her will. The Blood Moon captured her womanhood in the Paradise of Five Werewolves Pack.
She lost her virginity to the Five Werewolves who managed to explore her utmost heavenly discovery. Secretly, she loves the feeling of being subdued by the Dominant werewolves.
She secretly escaped with one of the pack and lived outside the Dark Forest.
The Dark Leader captured the remaining four werewolves of the Dark Forest. Their futures lie in living with humans secretly as a punishment.
They lived alongside the modern civilization of the human world and discovered themselves to be acceptable all along for Love, Secrets, Marriage, and Life.