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THE BOND OF SUFFERING
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2025-03-25 03:35:13
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Serena."What’s it going to be, little wolf?" Tristan Sinclair whispers against my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. A cold shiver runs down my spine, but it isn't fear. No, it's fury. Disgust. The absolute rejection of the monster in front of me.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to suppress my wolf, who is practically vibrating with need. He is not our mate. This is a mistake.No mistake, she growls, her voice laced with longing.She’s sick. That’s the only explanation. The Moon Goddess cannot be this cruel. I refuse to accept it. Maybe she’s mistaking Tristan for Thorne, yes, that has to be it. Because this man, this sadistic beast, cannot be my mate.But my wolf is blind to reason and before I can stop her, she lunges forward, taking control of my body and closing the gap between us. She crashes our lips against Tristan’s in a desperate, possessive kiss that makes my stomach turn in revulsion.Tristan lets out a low chuckle against my lips, his smirk breaking the kiss. "So eag
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Serena. “Well, that was fun, wasn't it slave”, Tristan whispers in my ears leaving me wondering how one minute he is standing far away and the next he is right beside me.As soon as the Queen takes her leave, General Vasquez follows suit. Now it's just the two brothers, Sylvaine and I standing in the grand hall.I ignore Tristan completely looking everywhere but him, and sigh in relief when Sylvaine rushes over to me, looping her arms with mine.“Come on Serena, you're staying in my chamber tonight, we have a lot to catch up on ”, she says loud enough for her brothers to hear, pulling me out of there.I barely make it two steps out of the grand hall before I feel him. "Serena, wait" Thorne yells running towards us.My body tenses, but I do not stop. I do not even look at him. He left without a word or an explanation after promising to be there for me, and now he thinks he can just walk back into my life? "Alpha Prince Thorne," a voice calls out.I stiffen. General Vasquez. Cur
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Serena.“Mine. Mate”, Tristan growls and before I can react, he pounces. It happens so fast like a blur. One moment, Thorne is covering my body, and the next, he’s gone. Tristan slams into him with bone-crushing force, sending him flying across the room. Thorne crashes into the wall with a sickening crack, furniture splintering beneath the impact. My scream gets stuck in my throat as I scramble back against the bed, my pulse a wild, erratic mess. Tristan doesn’t even glance at me, his full focus is on Thorne. Thorne groans, shaking his head as he struggles to rise, blood dripping from a gash at his temple. But before he can regain his footing, Tristan is on him again, his massive jaws snapping dangerously close to his throat. "You dare touch what is mine?" Tristan’s voice is thick with fury, his words barely human. His wolf snarls, lunging again, this time, intent on tearing Thorne apart. "Tristan, stop!" I shout, my voice hoarse with panic, but he doesn’t hear me or h
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Serena.His mouth is hot against mine, demanding and unapologetic. There’s no hesitation in Tristan, no gentle testing like Thorne. This is wild, possessive hunger.My back hits the mattress and he’s there, his weight, his heat, the unmistakable presence of the mate bond flaring so bright I feel scorched.His hands slide under my shirt, callused fingertips ghosting over my skin. I arch into the touch, my breath seizing, my thoughts scattering. With Thorne, it was soft and sweet and patient. This is something else entirely.My shirt is gone before I realize it, his mouth trailing heat down my collarbone, nipping, tasting, branding. I gasp his name.“Say it again,” he growls, voice rough against my skin.“Tristan…”He shudders. “You have no idea what you do to me.”And I want to say I think I do, but his hands are everywhere and my body is moving before my mind can keep up. His kisses leave trails of fire, and when our hips meet, clothes forgotten somewhere on the floor, I swear I see
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Serena.I ignore Tristan’s childish wave and move closer to Thorne, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Thorne's hand settles lightly on the small of my back, steadying me. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Tristan’s jaw ticks. So quick did it disappear that I doubt if it truly happened.Athea bows slightly. “My Lords,” she says smoothly to Thorne and Vasquez, then spares me a smirk before turning on her heel.I offer a polite nod to the men, then quickly follow after her. My boots echo in the corridor as I catch up.“What the hell was that?” I hiss, grabbing her arm.She turns, lips still curved. “What?”“You kissed Tristan again? Seriously?”She rolls her eyes. “Relax. I’m just having fun. Besides he isn't complaining is he?”I freeze. “Excuse me?”She leans in, her voice low and irritatingly playful. “Come on, Serena. You and Thorne, me and Tristan? I want to smack her. My hand itches to. But I breathe instead. “You’re wrong.”She laughs, “Sure, if that helps
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Serena.The torchlight flickers against the stone as I slowly step out from behind the shelf, my heart pounding in my throat. The scroll in my hand feels like it’s burning me. Thorne and Vasquez turn to me, shock carved into their faces.I walk up to them with steady steps, holding out the letter like it’s a weapon. “What’s the meaning of this?”Thorne’s eyes drop to the parchment, and his jaw tightens. He takes it carefully, almost reverently, as if touching it is like waking old ghosts. His silence is long enough to make me want to scream, until finally,“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”“Find out what exactly?” My voice comes out a little too loudly.Thorne looks at Vasquez, who crosses his arms, but stays quiet.“Our fathers,” Thorne begins, his voice distant now, haunted, “they were friends. Blood brothers in all but name. Before you were born, they fought side by side in the Great Siege against a rogue Alpha from across the seas, a wolf
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Serena.I don’t, can't sleep. Not even a little. Midnight feels like a lifetime away, but still not enough time to process what just happened.Lyra. Could she be related to me? No, there has to be some mistake. A spy, a resistance agent, sure. But my blood?I pace the room in restless circles, clutching the pendant that’s been with me since childhood like it might bite back. I’d always thought it was a relic, a trinket my mother left behind. Something precious, yes, but meaningless.Now? It means everything.The moon climbs higher, fat and full, casting a cold glow through my window like it’s watching me, judging me.By the time I slip out of the manor, I’m a storm waiting for the right time to wreak havoc.The chapel is silent and in ruins. Its stained-glass windows shattered, pews half-buried in dust. Moonlight filters through the broken roof, lighting the altar like something sacred still lingers here.Lyra is already waiting by the time I get there. Her cloak is pulled low and she
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Serena.I don’t remember backing away from the door. I don’t remember the stone walls pressing cold against my spine, or the way my knees buckled slightly. I only remember the sound of his laugh.Tristan’s laugh. A soft, real belly laugh. He is actually laughing. Not the sharp, hollow thing I’d grown used to. Not the version of him the world sees, untouchable, distant. This laugh had warmth. And it wasn’t meant for me.I shouldn’t care. But gods, I do.And her, Athea. The girl who is justa slave like me. The one who talked my ear off as we trudged along to the stronghold, who disappeared without a trace.What is she doing here? And why is Tristan touching her like she belongs to him?I don’t confront them. I can’t. Not yet. I slip away like a shadow in the hallway, my chest burning with more than just confusion.By morning, my headache feels like it’s carved itself into my skull. I shove my emotions down as best I can and move through my duties like a ghost, but I can feel Sylvaine
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Serena.The whole meeting hall is as silent as a graveyard. Everyone is holding their breath as if a single exhale would cause the beast that is Thorne to tear them apart.His wolf is unlike anything I’ve ever seen, twice the size it should be, fur the color of the darkest night, eyes burning like lightning. This isn't just a shift, is this his power? growing to an unimaginable size? I don't know what terrifies me more: that no one dares to move, or that deep in my bones, I can feel that something is wrong.Suddenly, Tristan moves. He steps in front of me and shifts. It happens in a blink. His wolf is sleek, silver with streaks of black, not as large as Thorne’s, but pulsing with a power that makes the walls vibrate.And he stands in front of me. Protects me. Tristan has never protected me. He barely tolerates me. But now, his body is a shield between mine and his brother’s fury.Something has changed. Thorne’s growl vibrates through the chamber like an earthquake. He doesn't lunge,
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Serena.The air in the greenhouse is still thick with his scent. With the ghost of a kiss I hadn’t asked for but hadn’t refused. My lips still tingle, not from pleasure, but from the confusion that now coils inside me like smoke trapped in glass. I lean back against the planter, staring up at the dark, dripping glass above.He kissed me.Tristan Sinclair kissed me, not his wolf, but himself. Not Thorne. Not the one who had stayed beside me through fire and loss. But Tristan. The one I should hate. The one I tried to hate.And gods help me, a part of me had kissed him back.I don’t go back to my room. I don’t trust myself to sleep. Instead, I wander through the garden paths, past the sleeping blooms, my mind replaying his words again and again.You’re playing a dangerous game, Serena. And you’re not the only one getting burned.What did he mean by that? Was it jealousy? Was it a warning?Or was it something else, something darker?By the time I return to the manor, dawn is beginning t
