Burdened Bonds (The Arrow Hart Academy #4)

by Hannah Haze

“That girl is your son’s fated mate,” the professor spits. What?! I take a stumbling step away from the table. Her fated mate! What the fuck?

And now, here I am soaring straight into the midst of who knows what and all for that girl. That girl I love so fucking much I don’t know what I’ll be capable of when we meet the man who’s taken her.

And who the hell is the Lord Protector?

Azlans uncle????

“Little rabbit, your father was the … Black Prince.” He grins at me like he just delivered the most precious of gifts straight into my hands. I stare back at him blankly. He waits. I continue to stare at him.

That was until the black prince. They say he was descended from dragons themselves. They say he had unknown powers – that he could turn day to night and night to day. They say he could wield crimson magic as if it was nothing but child’s play.

“I think you’re fucking incredible, little rabbit. I think I’d follow you anywhere, do anything for you. I’ve never met anyone like you before.” “You mean … the crimson magic?” I say with a disappointment that surprises me. The man is sick and twisted and I can’t forget the way his face had lit up when the scarlet magic had sizzled on my fingers. “Everything about you. The dark and the light. The shadows and the blaze. The way you get real mad at me, the way you scream, the way you’re always fighting.” His eyes swim down my form. “I’ve never wanted to consume anything as badly as I have you.”

go to pull my hand away, but then he says: “No one’s touched me like this before.” And I know what that feels like. What it’s like to be alone. To have no one. And I keep my hand right where it is.

“It wasn’t just any old dream!”

Its telling her spencer needs her

I glare at the stupid animal. Not only am I competing with a pig, I’m now competing with a fucking dragon. How come little rabbit, doesn’t stroke me like that, doesn’t whisper nice words to me? Is it because I can’t fly?

“Spencer Moreau,” Azlan says, and my eyes leap to meet his. Spencer!

Ding ding thankfully someones brain works

I kiss him, whispering against his mouth. “I love you too, asshole.”

I strain my fucked-up brain to come up with something nice to say. Because me and her, I want us to grow old together. Surrounded by litters of piglets. I like that idea.

But I’m lying. She’s right not to trust me. I won’t be satisfied until I’m bound to her for eternity. Dramatic? I always have been. It’s my greatest asset.

Perhaps I don’t give a shit!

“Fuck me, little rabbit,” he laughs, “I fucking died.”

He may be this big tough enforcer, built like a brick house with eyes as dark as night, but the more I know him, the more his softer side is revealed.

The Enforcer. The Professor. The Assassin. The werebeast. And the Lord Protector’s son.