Fractured (by N.O Darling) novel Chapter 342

Harper is mine.

My bond.

My girl.

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My heart.

My future.

Her beauty entranced me from the first moment I saw her. I almost got my ass bitten by Chase just because I couldn’t resist the urge fo stop and admire her for a moment, I should have known then that she was mine. No other female or male has got my attention the way she did. She is so small and dainty, but I can see a fire behind her eyes. She is a fierce warrior hiding in the most beautiful little body. A true wolf in sheep’s clothing. She hides her strength so well that even she doesn’t see it, and I’m here to help her discover herself. I’ll draw her out of the shadows she tries to hide herself in..

“Are we going to eat breakfast or just sit here while the two of you stare at each other?” Dillon says, snapping me out of the hypnotic trance I’d fallen into as I stare into the eyes of my bond.

I think I love her already.

“I wanted to wait for Chase,” she says, her voice soft and sweet like smooth caramel.

“I don’t think Chase is coming,” I say, hating to see her face shift from hopeful to concerned.

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“Why not?” The other guy asks. He is new and I can’t remember his Alfie maybe? I’m positive it starts with

an A.

“He left early this morning. Most likely with his mentor, who is trying to help him maintain control,” I shrug.

I don’t know how to feel about being in a bonded group with Chase. He and I have a love/hate relationship. I love to taunt him into losing control, and he hates me for it. If I had known we would be bond brothers, I wouldn’t have tormented him. Now I’ve set myself up for a lifetime of revenge. If I’m going to survive this, I’ll need to up my game.

I’m also worried about Harper. I’m not sure if she is ready to tackle Chase and his issues. She is a delicate little flower right now that needs care and attention to bloom. Chase has the potential to break her before she has a chance to grow to her full potential.

I barely eat any breakfast. I’m too enraptured by my bond’s beauty to focus on anything but her. I think she just became my next unhealthy obsession. Or maybe she is the first healthy one I’ve found.

Whoever said running was healthy doesn’t have my obsessive issues. I ran and ran. Three times a day if I cou‘ skipping meals and sleep to run. I ran myself right into the infirmary for a week. Apparently, I was suffering…n malnutrition and exhaustion. So yeah, no more running for me. It’s a dangerous activity.

Whilst I was in the infirmary recovering, I had been so bored I was annoying all the staff. A nurse had introduced me to true crime podcasts from the human realm to keep me entertained, and so my next hyper fixation had been born.

The lengths those violent criminals go to in order to evade capture are shocking, and their behaviour is wild. That obsession had spiralled into unhealthiness for me, too. I devoured podcasts and intensely researched each case,

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neglecting sleep and other basic needs.

Harper will be my last obsession. This one will be lifelong. I can’t wait to learn every single thing about her. I’ll need to get some notebooks to track her eating habits, sleep schedule, heat cycle and all that stuff. Then I’ll need journals to document all her likes and dislikes. Her needs and wants. She is going to be my best project yet. By the time I’m done, I’ll know more about her than she will.

“Finn!” Dillon says, his voice raised.

“Huh,” I blink at him.

“I said, what class do you have first?”

“Oh, I can’t remember. I’m going to skip it, anyway. I need to go shopping for stationery,” I shrug.

“I love stationery. There’s something so satisfying about a crisp, new notebook and pens and pencils that write so smoothly you want to work just to use them,” Harper says with a glint in her eyes.