Page 2 of Wicked Bonds

I’ve chosen to walk down mine, side by side with the very abominations I should hate.

But that doesn’t mean I’ll survive this fate. It would be so easy to be taken by the Seraphim Council and subjected to the infamous reformation. Without a true bond to tie me to these abominations, I would no doubt be reprogrammed, just as many Seraphim before me have been.

So this path is not without risk. It’s terrifying. It’s dangerous. It’s deadly.

And it’s officially intertwined with a male I have no business loving.

He’s a Hydraian. Powerful. An Elder of his kind.

We played once on a beach. Engaged in a sensual dance. Spent hours in bed. Tasting. Licking. Fucking. I gave him a piece of my heart then. Perhaps all of my heart.

But I took away his memories.

My best friend, Vera, a Seraphim renowned for her ability to manipulate recollections within the mind, removed all thoughts of me from his memory.

It was fine.Wewere fine.

Until that same friend created a rune that weakened my natural resistance to Hydraian gifts. She did it to allow me to be healed after an attack.

And the alteration opened my mind to the very male I’ve been hiding from.

Balthazar.

He claims to know everything now.

All my deepest, darkest secrets.

I’m not sure if he wants to murder me, fuck me, or both.

However, there’s one thing I know for sure now—our fates will forever be intertwined. The question is, will we survive it?

We’re not meant for each other. We’re not meant to love. We’re not meant for anything other than destruction.

Yet a part of me hopes that we’ll find a way to make this work.

To have and to hold.

In sickness and in health.

For as long as we both shall live...

Chapter1

Balthazar

Chaos erupted in the bedroom.

Screams.

Cries.

And a silence that was deafening to Balthazar’s ears.

No heartbeat. No breath. No sign of life.

The infant… was dead.

Agony ripped through the air, the emotional wave so intoxicating that it nearly brought Balthazar to his knees. His ability to sense and control emotion, plus hear the minds of those around him, was debilitating in moments such as this. It hurt to inhale, to attempt to think, to fucking focus.