Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

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VANESSA

** Four Months Later **

“Let’s go, Ness!” Vienna calls out, her voice echoing down the hallway of the guest wing of the packhouse.

“Just a minute!” I yell back. I’ve been searching for my little gold clutch for the past ten minutes in vain; it’s like it

somehow grew legs and walked away. I’m almost certain that I packed it when I moved into the Norbury packhouse a few months ago at Vienna’s invitation, but for some reason, it’s not where it should be among my other purses in the closet.

I blow out a frustrated breath, spinning around and strutting over to the dresser to pull open the top drawer. I rummage through the random assortment of things I’ve shoved in there in search of the clutch, hoping I might’ve tossed it in here after the bar one night or something. As I push

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through the mess of hair accessories and odds and ends, a piece of paper falls out, fluttering to the floor and landing at my feet. I bend to pick it up with an annoyed groan, straightening with the paper clutched in my hands and freezing when I realize what it is.

My heart squeezes painfully in my chest when I read the words scrawled on the page; four little words that sent my world crumbling down when I woke up alone in that cabin several months ago.

I’m setting you free. -C

I stare at the paper, my eyes mapping the shape of the letters scrawled out in Callum’s handwriting. I looked at it so many times in that first month that I’ve memorized every loop and curve of the words, and looking at it now, that same feeling of devastation and despair grips in my chest.

“What’s the holdup?” Vienna asks from the doorway, and I startle, dropping the paper into the open drawer and slamming it shut. I whip around to face her, blinking.

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“I, uh… I can’t find my gold clutch,” I breathe, shaking my head to banish the intrusive thoughts associated with that damn note.

(C

Vee’s lips stretch into a mischievous grin. You mean this clutch?” she asks sweetly, holding it up and wiggling it back and forth.

“You little thief!” I laugh, crossing the room to her and lunging forward to snatch it from her grasp.

She pulls it back before I can grab ahold of it, tucking it under her arm. “C’mon, it totally goes with my outfit,” she whines. “Can’t you use a different one?”

I roll my eyes, giving in easily. Rather than arguing with the most stubborn girl on the planet, I head back over to my closet and fish out my black wristlet instead, returning to the dresser to stuff my phone and cash inside it. “You could’ve saved me like ten minutes if you’d just asked to borrow it,” I chastise, smoothing my hair back as I spin around to face her and slip my hand through

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the loop of the wristlet.

“You were in the shower,” Vee shrugs innocently. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I don’t,” I concede. Crossing the room to my friend, I slide an arm around her narrow shoulders, pulling her with me out the door. “C’mon, let’s go. I’m sure the boys are getting antsy.”

Vienna’s heels click against the hardwood floor as we make our way down the hallway toward the main part of the packhouse. Even though I’m not part of the Norbury pack, I’ve become quite comfortable here after moving in a few months ago. I completely fell apart after Cal took off, and although I love my family, having them breathing down my neck trying to ‘fix’ me was the last thing I needed. Vienna offered me a welcome change of scenery and helped to slowly put me back together. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be the same girl I was before he left, but I’m seeing more and more of her resurface every day. There’s something to that whole ‘time heals all wounds’ adage.

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Mostly, I just try to avoid thinking about

him. I suppose it was a kindness for him to leave the territory to go off on a mission

with the squad, because without him here, I can shove all thoughts of Callum out of my mind and try to move forward. I’m not sure how well I’m doing, but at least I’m trying.

“About time,” Chase huffs as Vienna and I stride from the hallway into the living room.

“Shut it,” Vee warns, pointing a finger in his direction and narrowing her eyes.

A goofy grin spreads across Chase’s face and he pushes up from the couch, crossing the room in a few long strides and scooping Vienna up, tossing her over his shoulder. ” Watch it, little devil,” he growls, delivering a sharp swat to her ass.

He finally acquiesces, laughing as he

can land a playful punch on his chest in retribution.

slinging his around

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flashing me a

up at the contact. I slip out from underneath his arm, spinning to face him and forcing a smile. “Where are the

off already,” Chase provides.

lingering stare traverse my body. Then he leans in,

him an appreciative smile. “You always say that,”

“Because you always do,” he shrugs, his gaze roaming my body once more, like

up for bar nights, but Vee and I both opted to go for a more casual look tonight since the Stillwater Tap is throwing a party in the parking lot with a live band. Both of us

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jean shorts, hers paired

suppose it was all a disaster looking back at it now. I haven’t been able to bring myself to wear this shirt

a pipsqueak like her could move the colossus of a man. He chuckles at her efforts, yanking her in and tucking her under his

and nodding in agreement, taking Miles’ hand when he offers it. The four of us head out, piling into Chase’s big pickup truck

listen to music

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weeks ago- they’re a group of twenty- somethings from Norbury who play covers by request and have a knack for getting the crowd riled up.

that has the audience singing along. Even though the sun has gone down, the air is still heavy, sticky with the oppressive summer heat. I hope I remembered to slip a hair tie into my wristlet, because I doubt I’ll make it long before

nod in recognition of

group and being treated

entourage or something.

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covers by request and have a knack for getting the crowd riled

Even though the sun has gone down, the air is still heavy, sticky with the oppressive summer heat. I hope I remembered to slip a hair tie into my wristlet, because I doubt I’ll make it

nod in recognition of his Alpha position even though this isn’t his home territory. I’ll never get used to going

group and being treated like I’m

royal entourage or something.

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that

pack, and I know she’s still

Vienna narrows her eyes in warning and he throws his head back on a laugh, tossing an arm around her shoulders and shoving an unopened can of beer

devious glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips. I can’t tell if he’s joking around or if there’s a hint of a real threat in his tone. I never can, with Chase- he’s kind

whacking Chase’s chest with the back of

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to wait on her hand and

fallen right in with their group like she’s always been a part

try not to think about how that could’ve been my life, too.

of us. I crack the tab on the can and take an eager sip, welcoming the refreshing coldness of the liquid as

the waitress working the beer tub. She blushes under his attention and he tosses her a wink, grinning as he turns back

get her to come home with you,” Miles

elbow.

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bets. I’ve come to learn that it’s like an addiction for Miles- he’s always making wagers with the other guys over trivial crap. I want to point out that it’s childish

to ignore it in favor of maintaining the

back another swig of his beer and wiping his mouth

your bar tab the next time we go out,” Miles shrugs, never shy about tossing his

with Miles’, then downs the rest of his beer, turning on a heel

the beer

chuckles to himself

resting a

of my back.

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not

that isn’t his

was always hanging around the packhouse, always offering a sweet compliment or funny joke to lighten my mood in those first couple months after Callum left. I came to appreciate his companionship, and after a while, he started actively pursuing me. He asked me out no fewer than ten times before I finally gave in, and even though I’ve told

him, he never pushes me into doing anything I’m not