All Chapters of BLOOD BOUND TO HER THREE MATES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

12 years ago“My baby.” Mother’s urgent whisper woke her up from sleep. “Mother?” Her little voice whispered groggily before she was snatched up into her father’s arms. She squealed with joy which was silenced abruptly when her father’s hand slammed over her lips.“Hush Angel.” Father said and ran to the master bedroom.Freya‘s heart was suddenly pounding as he pulled on a latch and the floor opened. He started lowering her into the new hole but she grabbed onto him, holding on tight. “No!” She gasped. “I’m not going in there.” Mother burst into tears behind him and Father’s eyes hardened. “You have to, Pumpkin. Remember the last time we played hide and seek?” He asked her. Tears spilled over her cheeks but she nodded. “Good girl! I want you to get in there and close your eyes. I’ll come find you.” He whispered urgently. “I’m scared “ She whispered. She didn’t want to play hide and seek, she wanted to go back to sleep and wake up tomorrow morning like normal. “Anytime you feel sc

“You did what?!” Aremin asked her and chills ran down her spine. “You forgot your assignment.”“No I didn’t.” Freya replied. “Then tell me why.” He demanded. He was outwardly calm but she knew his tells. His left eye twitched as evidence of his fury and he spun the gold ring on his index repeatedly. He was very upset and that meant she was in danger. “Speak Freya, and you better have a damned good reason for fucking up the most important assignment I ever gave you.” He gritted out. She couldn’t kill him because he was her mate. As she stared at her master, her tongue was unable to form those words. Her palms sweated because she never kept a secret from him, not even one. This man had seen her totally naked, had been the one to pick up her pieces and put her back together when the trainings nearly took her life, he had tattooed the marks on her body, and he knew everything about her, down to the last meal she ate and how long it would take to come out of her system. For a while, sh

The doors opened to admit Riordan at the top of the dais and time in the room froze. In a dark shirt and dark pants tailored to show off his strong muscular physique, he was breaking everyone’s expectations of him wearing the customary mourning white clothes. He was the only person not wearing a mask, and also the only one without a date so one could say he was mourning in his own way. She watched him alight the stairs and nothing could have prepared her for the irresistible pull that drew her to him. She craved his touch on her skin, his scent in her lungs. It wasn’t hard to remember why she hated him but it was like he had seized control of her body from half a room away, pressing obscene urges into her mind despite her repulsion of him. She shook her head and fought against the pull so hard her body shook.“A drink, my lady?” A serving girl asked and offered her a tray.“Thank you.” She took one gratefully and sipped. It was a disappointment to realise she wasn’t prepared for thi

The next time Riordan came in, Freya was ready. She dove from her perch above the door and tackled him to the ground, her claws scouring his chest in deep bloody lines. His beating heart was just beneath her, all she needed was her dagger thrust into the offending organ and her target would be eliminated. She called to the darkness and her eyes widened when the magic refused to unfurl into a weapon as usual. Her momentary shock cost her. He gripped her hands and flipped her over his head. She landed hard on her back and twisted to get away but he grabbed her ankle and dragged her closer, his huge body pinning her to the ground. Her claws sharpened and she raised them to rip out his throat but he caught her wrist and pinned them both above her head. She bucked and tried to throw him off or rip her wrists from his grip but even though he secured her with only one hand, it was impossible to get away. She cursed colourfully, damn werewolves and their inhuman strength! His fist suddenly p

Riordan’s face held a scowl and her heart pounded with something akin to fear. The ball in her hand burned, feeling like a dirty secret. “Step away from the chest.” He growled and she threw her shoulders back and glared defiantly.“Why? Is there something I shouldn’t find?” She asked and his nostrils flared with annoyance. “For once! Do as you are told!” He snarled. Somebody really didn’t want her to find the ball. Her hand closed around the item in question and she felt her eyes widen when she closed her hand on nothing at all. She stared at her hand in shock to confirm that the ball was gone and before she knew it she was tackled into the floor. “Do you want to die?!” Riordan growled above her and she laughed. “Mate, is that not the whole point of this dance? You either kill me or I kill you.” She snarled. Remembering her father’s scream and her mother’s blood, she swore it would be her that ended him, even if she perished in the process. She threw him off her and paced. “Who