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 4
🐺 CHAPTER FOUR - Forbidden Presence
~1,000 words | Dark tension, jealousy, slow-burn heat
The door clicked shut behind Kael, and the silence that followed felt wrong.
Too heavy.
Too cold.
Too full of the echo of his last words:
"I always come back to what the moon binds to me."
Lyra pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart thudding far too fast. She didn't know if the reaction was fear, confusion... or something she refused to name.
She paced the room.
Minutes crawled.
The moon outside dimmed behind fast-moving clouds, and the walls seemed to hum with energy-magic she didn't understand but could feel pulsing under her skin.
Then-
A soft knock.
Lyra froze.
"Lyra?" Marwen's gentle voice slipped through the wood. "Child, it's only me."
Lyra exhaled shakily with relief and opened the door.
Marwen stepped inside with a tray of warm broth and herbs.
"You should eat. Stress drains a Seer faster than wounds."
Lyra sat, though her appetite was gone.
"What exactly are Seers? Kael explained... but not everything."
Marwen smiled sadly.
"That man never explains everything. He carries his truths like armor."
Lyra looked down. "He doesn't trust me?"
"He does," Marwen said firmly. "More than he wants to. That's the problem."
Before Lyra could ask what she meant, quick footsteps echoed down the hall.
The door burst open without a knock.
A beautiful woman with long black hair and amber eyes strode inside, her face twisted with fury.
Lyra instinctively rose, heart pounding.
Marwen groaned under her breath. "Not now..."
The woman's gaze snapped to Lyra, sharp as claws.
"So it's true," she hissed. "The Alpha brought a human into our home."
Lyra swallowed. "Kael said-"
"Kael?" the woman snarled, stalking closer. "You call him Kael?"
Lyra stepped back.
Marwen moved between them. "Lysa, leave her be."
Lysa ignored her.
"Do you know who I am, little girl?"
Lyra shook her head, throat tight.
"I am Lysa Thornclaw," she declared. "Beta female. The one who stands at Kael's side. The one everyone thought he'd choose as mate."
Lyra froze.
Mate?
The word hit her like ice.
Lysa's lips curled in a cruel smile.
"But then you arrived. A fragile human with glowing skin and big, scared eyes. And the Alpha suddenly smells like obsession."
Lyra's stomach twisted.
"That's not- we're not- I didn't ask to be brought here."
"Exactly," Lysa sneered. "You don't belong here. You never will."
Marwen stepped forward sharply. "Enough, Lysa!"
But Lysa wasn't done.
She leaned in until Lyra could feel her heated wolf breath on her cheek.
"The others whisper that Kael watches you. That his heartbeat changes when you're near. That the Oath binds him to you."
Lyra felt her chest cave in.
"I didn't choose this."
"Doesn't matter." Lysa's voice dripped venom. "If you stay, you'll get him killed."
Lyra's breath hitched-because deep down, she feared that might be true.
Footsteps thundered down the corridor.
Heavy.
Angry.
The temperature seemed to drop.
And then Kael appeared.
His eyes went straight to Lyra first-silver, sharp, assessing.
When he saw Lysa inches from her, his jaw clenched with lethal fury.
"Lysa."
His voice was soft.
Too soft.
Lysa immediately straightened. "Alpha, I only-"
"You entered her room without permission."
His words were low growls.
"You raised your voice at her."
Lysa's eyes widened. "I only came to warn you! She is breaking the pack's order-"
Kael stepped into the room with the quiet threat of a storm.
"Get. Out."
Lysa flinched, lips parting in shock.
"Kael-"
"Out," he snarled.
The air rippled with power, shadows bending toward him like he commanded the darkness itself.
Lysa stumbled back, hatred burning in her eyes as they flicked to Lyra.
"This isn't over," she hissed before storming out.
Marwen sighed and followed her, muttering about foolish wolves.
Leaving Lyra alone with Kael.
And the anger still vibrating through his body.
Kael shut the door behind him, his breath rough, shoulders tense.
"She touched you?"
"N-No. She just yelled at me."
His eyes flashed silver. "I heard it."
"You heard...?" Lyra whispered.
"Your heartbeat," Kael said slowly. "It spiked. You were scared."
Lyra bit her lip.
"I didn't want trouble."
"You won't have trouble," he said firmly. "Not while I breathe."
He stepped closer, lifting her chin gently with two fingers.
"Do not let anyone here make you feel small."
"But they hate me."
"They fear you."
He leaned closer, his voice a soft growl against her skin.
"They feel the bond even if they don't understand it."
Lyra's breath trembled.
"Kael... is Lysa really supposed to be your mate?"
Kael stilled.
His hand dropped.
His jaw tightened as he turned away.
"No."
Lyra's heartbeat thudded painfully.
"But the pack thinks-"
Kael's head snapped toward her, eyes blazing.
"My wolf has never answered to anyone."
His voice was cold and honest.
"And it didn't choose her."
Lyra's lips parted.
"Then who...?"
Kael looked at her then-really looked at her-with an expression she couldn't read.
Something hungry.
Something tormented.
Something forbidden.
"I shouldn't want to answer that," he murmured.
"Why?"
"Because every truth I give you pulls you deeper into my world... and closer to my death."
Lyra's breath caught.
"Kael-"
He stepped back suddenly, shutting down whatever emotion was slipping through.
"The Darkfangs are moving again," he said. "Tomorrow I'll train you. You need to defend yourself."
Lyra's heart raced.
"Train me? To fight?"
"To survive," he corrected.
"To survive... and to stay alive long enough to break this curse."
His gaze softened just barely.
"Get some rest, Lyra."
And for the first time, he said her name like a vow.
Then he left-the door shutting softly behind him, leaving her alone with confusion, fear...
...and the sinking realization that she was falling for someone fate had broken long before she arrived.
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8.8
I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
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
His Favorite Sin
9.3
"Hey, stranger... you look dangerously tempting tonight."
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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Brinda thought she had finally found love, but betrayal on her wedding day shatters her fragile heart. Lost, broken, and angry at the world, she crosses paths with Jason - a notorious playboy with a dangerous charm and an offer she can't resist.
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.