Bound By Trust (Subliminal Bonds Duet #1)

Prologue

Vivian

Doctors haven't been able to comprehend my pack bond. They don't need to, and I've never shared beyond the necessary details to release me from their testing.

My men wouldn't allow them to keep me detained anyway. I've given professionals the easy answers, the ones they might understand.

The tether that binds me to my pack alpha, Kade, feels like I can let go of life for a while. He's the one I rely on to control the hard things.

My other alpha, Jarek, is the hug I need when my depression consumes me. He grounds me and is my eternal comfort.

Silas, my beta, makes me feel alive with his gentle presence. He helps me feel.

That's the easy version and a simple truth. What we have is more.

Our bond, the subconscious space between us, is where I seek safety and complete reassurance when the outside world is too much.

It's us and completely unexplainable.

There I stand, mostly at rest, as the tethers of my mates surround me. A blue and green hue make up the empty space, helping the live threads of my pack move and glide around me easily.

I'm not only one consciousness here. I can be multiple and interact how I choose. Leaving my body behind, I don the sparkly vessels of pretty little butterflies. Yet, I am still me, still calmed and soothed by my pack.

From a butterfly's point of view, I can admire the beauty of our connection. My face is lifted to the blue hue as I sink into the weightlessness of my subconscious. I can absently feel my long auburn hair tickle my lower back and bare arms.

Head tilted back, the white crisp line that is Kade gently coils around my head and throat with a determined possessiveness that allows me to let go.

Without a doubt, I know Kade will guide me through this life.

Occasionally his tether glides across my temple, each time soothing the depressive, anxious thoughts that plague me.

Around my slowly rising and falling chest, Jarek's soft golden tether holds me together.

Like a warm, confident hug, his circling warmth encourages me to continue breathing and tightens when my heart rate increases.

Sometimes cradling my biceps or moving to a tense body part, Jarek keeps me grounded and stable.

I watch from my fluttering viewpoint, amused and enthralled as my lips quirk up. My hand twitches as my beta's blue presence slips through my fingers and tickles up my wrist. His airy softness teases out physical reactions, reminding me to shiver, smile, reach, and hum.

With ease, I slip back into my body and sink into the endless trust of our love. There's no hesitation to keep my eyes closed or swat their threads away. My pack bonds are not chains. They're lifelines.