Savage Bond

Contents 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 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Read more from J.N. Colon About the Author Savage Bond © copyright J.N. Colon 2023 www.jncolon.com All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Warning: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000. Cover Designer: Ryn Katryn Book Covers www.rynkatryn.com For anyone in need of a possessive, morally grey book boyfriend ; ) The hunter becomes the hunted. And trusting an enemy is the only way out… Betrayed and sold to the highest bidder, I’m now a demon lord’s captive. Instead of chains and torture, the alluring nightworlder makes me an offer I can’t refuse. He’ll break my bond with Fane Maverick. Dark, twisted, and brutal…I crave Fane as much as I hate him. And he’s promised to ruin me for anyone else. But as luck would have it, the savage demon shifter is the only one who can tame my deadly beast, and when our past returns to haunt us, we’re forced together again. If our enemies find out what’s hiding inside of me, neither one of us stands a chance at surviving. While Nightworld’s fate rests in my hands, mine dangles on the tip of Fane’s tattooed, talon-tipped fingers. Chapter One Magic pulsated through the metal restraints locked around my wrists, rubbing over my scars while a trickle of sweat leaked down my nape. As often as the demons fastened the cuffs on me, I never got used to them. A sliver of panic always made my heart beat faster. Memories of being locked in Rena’s closet, the walls closing in and the ceiling lowering every second, tried to drown me. Breathe, damn it. “Take these off.” I held my hands up, shaking the metal cuffs as the demon in a white lab coat approached me with a needle. He arched one eyebrow, creasing his forehead. “I will absolutely not remove them. Last time you punched my assistant and broke her nose.” The blinding fluorescent lights running in rows across the ceiling shined on his bald head and illuminated his vivid blue eyes. The contrast of dark skin, gleaming white teeth, and radiant irises made for an appealing combination. He'd be attractive if he didn’t have a giant stick up his ass. I scoffed. “She’s a demon. Estella probably healed in ten minutes.” “Not the point, Ms. Teague.” Denton set the needle on the silver tray on my left. “You’re extremely uncooperative, so certain measures must be taken to ensure your captivity.” Captivity. My top lip lifted at the word. Denton said it with the slightest inflection possible, utterly impartial to my feelings. I was nothing more than a lab rat. The glaring white walls and floors—scrubbed so clean you could eat off them—the spotless steel counters and cabinets, the collection of beakers, jars, and tubes filled with various liquids, and the astringent hint of disinfectant in the air would suggest that I was exactly that, a lab rat. “And what about these?” I shook my feet that dangled off the reclined black leather chair, rattling the shackles. “Did you really need Nik to put restraints around my legs?” Denton tilted his head and sighed. “After multiple attempted escapes? Yes, they’re absolutely necessary.” I’d been stuck in this lab for weeks, tossed into a bare cell with nothing more than a tiny cot, a toilet, and a shower. After that prick demon shifter sold me to High Demon Lord Ruin Bacchus, he brought me to his home in Savannah and locked me in a bedroom. I hadn’t seen Ruin since. Apparently, he didn’t find me that intriguing. He’d left me to his alchemists in the lab. Instead of scientists, nightworlders referred to them as alchemists because they used science and magic. Logan said he was an alchemist, which made sense since I’d woken up in a lab under his house in Vlehull. A pang cut through my chest at the thought of the high demon’s betrayal. He’d known Fane’s intentions all along and never warned me. “Please try to remain still this time.” Denton, Ruin’s head alchemist, brushed my long, pinkish-red hair behind my shoulder to unveil my neck, his fingers skimming the swirling tattoo. A sharp electric jolt shot out, and he yanked his hand away, cursing. “You should probably stay away from that side of my neck, Dr. Frankenstein.” He shook his fingers. “Perhaps you’re right.” Denton shuffled to my other side and tucked my hair away. The high demon’s black slacks and button-down shirt beneath his pristine lab coat didn’t mask his perfect physique. If he loosened a few buttons and got a couple of drinks at Wrath & Ruin next door, droves of men and women would drool after him. He could have his pick. But Denton was all work and no play. That was probably why Ruin left him in charge. “Don’t move,”