Bound by Blood and Billionaires

The trees didn't scream with sound-but with memory. 

Blood soaked the roots beneath the snow, and old magic pulsed through the bark like a warning. Alero stumbled forward, her hand clutching her side, where the mark burned beneath her ribs-hot, searing and alive. 

The moon hung low above the wildlands, silver-bright and watching. The runes carved into the border shimmered, daring her to cross. 

One more step, and she would betray her coven. 

Or something worse. 

But her visions had never lied before. 

And this time, they had shown his face. 

Kael Vale.Alpha. Killer. And, if fate had any cruelty left,-her mate. 

She stepped into the ward. 

The barrier hissed, lashing magic across her skin like thorns but she gritted her teeth and pushed forward. The runes flared, and then dimmed. 

It let her in. 

Because it knew. 

She wasn't just vampire. Not just witch. Not even fully human anymore. 

She was something older. Something fractured. Something the forest hadn't forgotten. 

The snow muffled her footsteps as she moved deeper into enemy land. The scent hit her first-pine, wild musk. 

And him. 

He was close. 

Too close. 

Three wolves leapt from the shadows, teeth bared, eyes glowing. 

Alero didn't run. 

Her dagger flashed-obsidian and sharp. One howl was silenced, another drowned in blood. The third tried to retreat that was a big mistake. 

She caught him in a blink, blade sinking deep. 

Then: there was silence. 

She stood in the snow, breath sharp in her lungs-not from the fight-but from what she felt in the air. 

He was here. 

"Didn't think you'd actually come," a voice said, smooth and familiar. 

Kael Valestepped into the clearing, bare-chested, unfazed the cold. A tribal wolf tattoo curled on his arm like it had a pulse of its own. His golden eyes met hers, steady and unflinching. 

Alero tensed a bit. 

But she wasn't prey. 

"I didn't come to talk," she said flatly. 

"I didn't would." 

He took a step forward. She held her ground. 

"I killed your sentries." 

"I know." 

"Are you going to avenge them?" 

He tilted his head. "Did they touch you?" 

"No." 

"Then they got off easy." 

His voice was calm-but every word dripped with something savage. 

Her pulse jumped. Magic stirred in her blood, itching beneath her skin. 

"You're marked," he said, gaze dropping to her side. 

She glanced down. The black flame-like scar curled beneath her ribs, visible through her torn shirt. 

"You recognize it?" she asked. 

His jaw tightened. "I have one too." 

Her heart stuttered. "Liar." 

Kael stepped closer, slow and sure. "Why do you think I've been dreaming about your blood for months?" 

The air between them shifted, thick with tension. Her fingers twitched on her dagger. 

"Don't," she warned. 

"I'm not here to claim you." 

"Good. Because I'm not yours." 

His eyes darkened, emotion flickering behind the gold. "Then why are you trembling?" 

"I'm not." 

He moved, too fast to track. 

Suddenly, he was in front of her. One hand at her throat. Her blade at his heart. 

Magic surged between them like fire caught in a storm. Her breath hitched. 

"You shouldn't have come," he whispered. 

"Too bad," she shot back. "I'm here to kill you." 

Then-- 

He kissed her. 

It wasn't soft. 

It was destiny tasting like blood  

And she didn't pull away. 

Not until her fangs sank into his lip and drew blood. 

His taste hit her like wildfire. Visions slammed into her, too many, too fast. 

A child screaming. A mother burned. A blade soaked in moonlight. 

She stumbled back, gasping. 

Kael staggered too, eyes wild. "You bit me." 

"You kissed me." 

His hand flew to his neck where a second mark now bloomed, hers. 

The bond had awakened. 

But this wasn't fate's doing. 

It was something older.