Bound of Blood
Supernatural Curse
Book Two
KRISTA STREET
Copyright © 2022 by Krista Street
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First published: May 6, 2022
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PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVELS
Supernatural Curse
Wolf of Fire
Bound of Blood
Cursed of Moon
Forged of Bone
Supernatural Institute
Fated by Starlight
Born by Moonlight
Hunted by Firelight
Kissed by Shadowlight
Supernatural Community
Magic in Light
Power in Darkness
Dragons in Fire
Angel in Embers
Supernatural Standalone Novels
Beast of Shadows
YA NOVELS
The Lost Children Series
Awakened
Forgotten
Remembered
Reborn
Retribution
Creation
Illumination
The Makanza Series
The Second Wave
Compound 26
Reservation 1
Section 12
Division 5
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Table of Contents
Also by Krista Street
Table of Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Cursed of Moon
Krista Street’s Supernatural World
Thank you
Preface
Bound of Blood is a paranormal shifter romance and is the second book in the four-book Supernatural Curse series. The recommended reading age is 18+.
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To note, this book ends on a cliffhanger.
Chapter 1
My ex and I stood outside of my apartment building, only one house down from my front door, when the Fire Wolf’s portal emerged in a glowing circle as though from thin air. And once the hunter stepped through it and his nostrils flared, I knew he’d caught my scent on the wind.
“Well, this is shitty timing,” I muttered to no one in particular, even though Carlos, my ex-boyfriend, stood right beside me.
My ex glanced behind him, his eyes widening at what was barreling toward us on the sidewalk.
The Fire Wolf, all six-four of him, strode our way, his features twisted into a wrathful expression that rivaled a violent tornado. And not one of those EF0 tornadoes. Nope, this dude was a full-blown EF5, intent on destroying everything in his path.
“Do you know him?” Carlos asked warily. Despite his tone, my ex held his ground, but his shoulders tensed and his hands fisted.
“You could say that.” I still clutched my jacket tightly around me as the cool autumn wind bit into my cheeks.
Carlos turned questioning eyes on me, but before he could ask anything further, the Fire Wolf was upon us.
The hunter’s cedar and citrus scent clung to him when he stopped only a foot away. Dark hair ruffled across his forehead in the breeze, and his amber-hued eyes gazed down at me with a glinting emotion veiled within their depths.
Perhaps that was because I’d kicked him out of my bed earlier this morning. Just guessing here.
“Tala,” he said, which I assumed was his form of greeting. Hello would be too simple for him, and how’s it going no doubt required too much tongue work.
“Fire Wolf.” I didn’t back up even though the energy strumming off the huge hunter was getting apprehensive glances from the humans stepping around us on the sidewalk.
“I have your purse.” The leather bag was draped over his shoulder, hanging from his massive frame like a piece of dental floss. “I thought you might like it back.”
“You assumed right.” I eyed my bag, and if this moment wasn’t shrouded in so many unsaid emotions, I would have laughed. His huge frame made the medium-sized purse look like a small clutch. That and he looked entirely uncomfortable carrying it, as if such a feminine item didn’t jive with his ‘scourge of society’ look.
But then I remembered how he’d pried my secret from me this morning—using seduction and an alpha command—and my amusement vanished.
I held out my hand.
Instead of handing my purse over, he studied me, a questioning look in his gaze.
I wasn’t surprised. We hadn’t exactly left on the best of terms a few hours ago. I rolled my eyes and waved my hand impatiently. “My purse? Can you just give it to me?”