THE PACT OF FIVE
CHAPTER 34: THE BOND
The world *shifts* around me.
One second, I’m on my knees, my body *humming* with the aftershocks of five claims, five bonds, five *alphas* now *woven* into my very soul. The next, the study *tilts*, the firelight *blurring* into streaks of gold and crimson. My skin *burns* where their teeth sank in—my shoulders, my wrist, my thigh, my throat—each mark a *brand*, a *promise*, a *chain* that ties me to them forever.
And then—
The *heat* hits.
It’s not the gentle warmth of a summer’s day. It’s a *fever*, a *wildfire* raging through my veins, turning my blood to molten gold. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, my vision *swimming* as the room spins. The scent of my alphas—*coffee, leather, whiskey, cedar, bourbon*—*intensifies*, each note a *sepa
