BOUND TO HER WILL
A Dark Paranormal Romance | Fated Mates | Slow Burn Obsession
He didn’t choose the curse.
But now he can’t live without her.
Talia Elowen lives a quiet life—drama-free, routine, and perfectly guarded. She doesn’t do emotional risks, doesn’t believe in fate, and definitely doesn’t fall for intense strangers with too many secrets and the kind of presence that makes breathing difficult.
Then Ronan Thorne walks into her life.
Tall, ruthless, and unshakably calm, Ronan carries a darkness he refuses to explain—and eyes that make promises he has no right to keep. Talia wants nothing to do with him. But when fate—and something far more dangerous—keeps pulling them together, she learns the truth.
Ronan is cursed.
A witch’s revenge binds him to a mate he never wanted… and can’t resist.
Now he’s obsessed. She’s terrified.
And neither of them can walk away.
If Talia doesn’t help him break the curse, Ronan will lose control. But surrendering to him might cost her the one thing she’s fought her whole life to protect: her freedom.
Perfect for fans of fated mates, grumpy alpha heroes, slow-burn tension, and heroines who don’t go down easy.
CONTENT WARNING: Contains steamy tension, emotional angst, possessive supernatural men, and a heroine who refuses to be claimed—unless it’s on her terms.
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Chapter: CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER ELEVEN Ronan Ronan paced the confines of his office, the weight of the night pressing heavily on his shoulders. The packhouse was quiet, most of his wolves asleep, lulled by the false peace that came with darkness. But Ronan couldn’t rest. Not when everything inside him thrummed with restless energy, sharpened by the memory of her. Talia. He’d stayed too long tonight, hidden across the street from her apartment like a fucking stalker. Watching her. Protecting her. That’s what he told himself anyway. But the truth was more dangerous. He didn’t want to protect her. He wanted to claim her. Ronan’s fists curled at his sides. The wolf within him stirred, awake and prowling just under his skin, a low growl vibrating through his chest. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t right. His wolf was disciplined. Trained. He had fought wars for control over it. And yet now, one look from her — one goddamn heartbeat — and the beast inside him had nearly broken free. He slammed his hands down
Last Updated: 2025-04-29
Chapter: CHAPTER TENCHAPTER TEN Talia Talia couldn’t sleep. She’d tried—twice. First, with the TV humming low in the background. Then, with a podcast about guided meditation, which only made her more aware of every creak in the walls and the hush between city sounds. Her apartment, normally her sanctuary, felt off tonight. Like the shadows were holding their breath. She sat on the edge of her bed, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the pale blue light leaking through her curtains. The text message played on a loop in her mind. She’d deleted it, hoping that would lessen its grip on her thoughts, but the words lingered: You should be more careful. Some things notice when you look back. Had she imagined him? Had the man outside the café even been real? And if he was—who the hell was he? A tap sounded on the window. Talia jolted upright, heart in her throat. Silence. She crept to the window and peeled the curtain back just enough to peek through. Nothing. The street below was quiet. No figure
Last Updated: 2025-04-27
Chapter: CHAPTER NINECHAPTER NINE Talia Talia had never seen her best friend look that smug—and that was saying something. Amara practically skipped down the sidewalk beside her, arms swinging like they weren’t on their third lap around the block trying to “walk off the chaos” of what had just happened. Talia’s heart was still racing, her thoughts tangled in a looping mess of piercing eyes and the way her skin had prickled with awareness from across the café window. She’d seen him. The man in the coat. Watching. And for a split second, she could’ve sworn he saw her too. “You okay?” Amara asked, tone a little too innocent for someone who’d spent the last ten minutes not-so-subtly pushing for details. “You’ve been quiet since we left the café.” “I’m fine.” “You sure?” Talia side-eyed her. “Yes, Amara. I’m sure.” Amara grinned. “Because you looked like you saw a ghost in there. Or a hot vampire.” Talia groaned. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m observant.” “You’re nosy.” “And loyal, thank you very mu
Last Updated: 2025-04-27
Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTCHAPTER EIGHT Talia There was something oddly comforting about the produce section. Maybe it was the bright lights or the way everything had its place—tomatoes stacked like obedient little soldiers, greens misted and perky in their bins. It felt orderly. Predictable. A quiet moment in a day that had been anything but. Talia reached for a bundle of fresh basil, twisting the tie to check the leaves. It wasn’t the best quality, but it would do. Amara had sent her a new recipe, and for once, Talia didn’t want to go straight home and collapse into bed. Cooking kept her hands busy and her mind quiet. Both were necessary lately. Her phone buzzed in the cart. She glanced at the screen. Amara: Tell me you’re not making pasta again. Talia smirked and typed back: Don’t judge me, it’s therapeutic. She dropped the basil into her cart and turned the corner into the next aisle—and collided with something hard. Someone. Strong hands caught her before she could stumble back. “Easy.” The voi
Last Updated: 2025-04-26
Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENCHAPTER SEVEN Ronan The wind carried her scent before he saw her. Subtle. Clean. Hints of citrus and something soft, like jasmine after a summer storm. Ronan was standing across from the café when the breeze stirred, brushing her presence against his senses like a whisper meant only for him. He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. He just watched. There she was—Talia—sitting in the window beside her friend, laughter caught on her lips, the sunlight kissing the edge of her cheek. Completely unaware of the way the world shifted around her. Of how the curse tethered him to her like a chain around his ribcage. He’d been careful up until now. Careful not to let himself be seen. Careful not to go near her when the moon swelled or his instincts howled. But today? Today felt like something inside him had frayed. The dreams were getting worse. The urges, too. She haunted his sleep like a ghost he’d once known. But she wasn’t a memory. She was real. And the bond—unnatural as it was—only grew mor
Last Updated: 2025-04-25
Chapter: CHAPTER SIXCHAPTER SIX Talia Something was wrong with her. Talia stood at the mirror, hands pressed against the cool edge of her bathroom sink, studying her reflection like it held answers. She didn’t recognize the person staring back—not completely. Her eyes were tired. Not from lack of sleep, but from the weight of confusion. Restless nights. Dreams that clung to her skin like silk threads, impossible to shake. She saw him again last night. Ronan. Not just in the usual fleeting way—this dream had been different. His hands were on her waist. His mouth near her throat. The air between them so thick with need she could barely breathe. She could still hear the rasp of his voice, the way it curled around her name like a promise and a warning all at once. It had felt… real. Too real. She touched her neck. No marks, of course. No logical reason to believe anything she saw in those half-lit moments was anything more than a dream. But her body didn’t care about logic. It remembered. Worse, it
Last Updated: 2025-04-25
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