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Dark Bonds
An alpha-dominated pack bond between alpha(s) and an omega. It is a bond of control and subservience, where the alpha can coerce the omega to obey them. Can be forced on an omega without consent, however it is illegal to dark bond omegas without consent—with the exception of gold pack omegas. Packs with a dark bonded omega cannot bond additional omegas.
SIN
What. The. Fuck?
Crescent, impossibly, smashed into our bond like a boulder, and it was enough to send me to my knees. Agony tore through the mark on my shoulder—the bite that bound me to this pack.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I caught myself on the edge of the table, tearing at my shirt, clawing it off to see the mark.
I was still… still in the pack. I could feel them—feel her. A dark bond shouldn’t be possible, but she was here, and so was I.
My bite was white-hot, and when I looked down at it, scar stark against the skin, I saw it had changed. What had once been a silvery bite scar was now an angry, deep crimson.
I was still in my pack.
These alphas were still mine.
She was still mine.
I could breathe again, and I hauled myself up, focusing on the others and shoving away the lingering pain.
Phantom and Karma were looking between us in shock, their eyes tracing my bite before snapping back to Vandle and Crescent as they got up. She was in his arms, shivering and clutching him.
With more tenderness than should be possible for an alpha as far gone as Vandle was, he set her on the table. She didn’t let him go as he straightened, clutching his stomach, cheek pressed against his abs as she kept her eyes squeezed shut.
What was going on?
I had my gun, but a feral and territorial Vandle had done a good job of deterrence.
She was crying, hiccuping, and purring all at the same time, which really confused my instincts.
“Look at me.” Vandle’s voice was cracked with disuse.
I opened my mouth, then shut it.
Uh…
He could speak?
I felt the command seize her through the bond, and she finally peeled her damp face from his abs, blinking glittering eyelashes as she stared up at him, lips parted in shock.
Something had shifted in Vandle—it had happened as the bond hit. But a gold pack scent match was as close to a magic potion as we had in this world.
She was stabilizing him already.
Her dark bond was like a beacon slap-bang in the middle of her neck. I couldn’t help but stare as his thumb traced it. It was a bite like mine, but it was leaching darkness, not… well, crimson, whatever the fuck that meant.
There were three types of bonds. A dark bond—a bond of control—which looked like that. A normal bond and a princess bond—and both of those left normal silvery scars, though princess bonds glittered a little.
I’d never heard of a bond that went red.
But my pack was still here, and that’s all I cared about.