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 11
🐺 CHAPTER ELEVEN - The Council's Verdict
The knock came again, louder this time, rattling the wooden door.
Kael's posture shifted instantly-injury forgotten, exhaustion hidden. His Alpha presence filled the room like a storm gathering strength.
"Stay behind me," he murmured without looking back.
His voice was low, dangerous.
Lyra swallowed and nodded, stepping slightly behind him just as the door opened.
Three figures entered.
The Council.
Elder Rowan-tall, cold, with frost-grey eyes that missed nothing.
Elder Maera-sharp, calculating, wrapped in dark green robes that smelled of herbs and old secrets.
And Elder Varrik-broad-shouldered, scarred, carrying a walking staff carved with ancient runes.
Their presence sucked the air from the room.
Rowan spoke first.
"Alpha Kael. We sensed a surge of uncontrolled Seer power. Explain yourself."
Kael's eyes narrowed, silver flickering dangerously.
"It was controlled. And necessary."
Maera's gaze slid to Lyra, assessing, dissecting, judging.
"A Seer draws Darkfangs like blood draws sharks," she said coolly. "Her presence puts the pack at risk."
Lyra's heart stung at her tone.
She opened her mouth, but Kael stepped in front of her, shielding her from their stare.
"She is under my protection," he said, voice like steel. "And under the Oath."
Varrik thumped his staff on the ground.
"That is exactly why we are here."
The three Elders formed a half circle around them.
Rowan spoke.
"The Oath bond between Seer and Alpha has awakened far too quickly. It is stronger than any we have recorded in centuries. Strong enough to warp the prophecy."
Lyra felt her stomach twist.
"What does that mean?"
Maera studied the silver glow faintly pulsing on Lyra's arm.
"It means you are not just a Seer, child. You are the Moonbound Seer."
Kael stiffened.
"That title hasn't existed for generations."
Varrik nodded grimly.
"Exactly. And the last Moonbound Seer... destroyed her pack."
Lyra felt all the blood drain from her face.
"That's not me. I'm not-"
"You don't know what you are," Rowan cut in sharply. "Your power is unstable. Your visions are catastrophic. You nearly tore the forest apart tonight."
Kael growled, the sound low and warning.
"She saved my life. The venom would have killed me."
"That," Maera replied, "is precisely why she's dangerous."
Lyra felt the words like a slap.
She struggled to breathe, but Kael stepped backward, placing a steadying hand on her waist.
"Say what you came to say," he commanded.
Rowan exhaled slowly, as if delivering a sentence.
"The Council has decided.
The Seer must be taken to the High Keep for containment-until we determine if she is a threat."
Lyra froze.
"Containment? You mean prison."
Maera tilted her head.
"A safe place. For us... and for you."
Kael stepped forward, fury simmering beneath his skin.
"You want to take her away from me?"
His voice trembled-not with fear, but with something deeper.
Something possessive.
Rowan lifted his chin.
"Your attachment clouds your judgment."
"She's mine."
Kael's voice was a growl now.
"Bound by the Oath. If she leaves my territory, the bond destabilizes. You risk killing us both."
"Better two deaths," Varrik said, "than the fall of an entire pack."
The room erupted with tension.
Lyra grabbed Kael's arm.
"Kael. Stop. Please."
His wolf eyes met hers, softer for a heartbeat.
But Rowan's next words shattered the air:
"Lyra, daughter of the Moonbound line-by decree of the Council, you are to be removed from the Alpha's care at dawn."
Kael's body went rigid.
Lyra's breath caught.
"Dawn...? That's-"
"Only hours away," Maera finished.
Kael stepped in front of her again, voice dropping to a lethal whisper.
"If you try to take her... you will have a war."
Rowan's expression darkened.
"We are not requesting your permission, Alpha."
Varrik raised his staff.
"You have until dawn to comply."
The Elders turned and left, the door closing sharply behind them.
Silence.
Lyra's heart pounded.
"Kael... what are we going to do?"
Kael turned to her-eyes fierce, jaw clenched, chest rising with violent breaths.
Then he said something she never expected.
"We run."
Lyra's breath caught.
"Run... where?"
Kael stepped closer, gripping her waist, forehead almost touching hers.
"Anywhere they can't find you. Anywhere you're safe. I'll take you beyond the pack lines-past the mountain, beyond their reach."
Her voice trembled.
"But the prophecy... the vision of you-"
He tightened his hold, eyes blazing with determination and something dangerously close to fear.
"I would rather die running with you," he whispered,
"than live in a world where they take you from me."
Lyra felt her knees weaken.
The Oath pulsed-slow, powerful, intimate.
And dawn was only hours away.
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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.
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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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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.