{"id":254851,"date":"2026-07-13T03:51:42","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:51:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bound-to-the-fae-king-tasha-creed\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:51:42","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:51:42","slug":"bound-to-the-fae-king-tasha-creed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bound-to-the-fae-king-tasha-creed\/","title":{"rendered":"Bound To The Fae King – Tasha Creed"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cBut I couldn\u2019t stop three lashes.\u201d I finally look at him. His eyes are dark, heavy with a grief he\u2019ll never speak of. \u201cYou stopped the fourth one before it touched me,\u201d I whisper. That earns the faintest ghost of a smile. \u201cNot soon enough.\u201d We sit in silence again, the weight pressing between us like a third presence in the room. Then, quietly, Kaelen rises.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake your time. I\u2019ll find something clean for you to wear.\u201d And just like that, he\u2019s gone, leaving only the scent of soap and the echo of what we were behind him. 1kitap1.com\/en Kaelen The door clicks softly behind me, but it feels too loud in this eerily quiet room.<\/p>\n

I lean back against the wood, closing my eyes for a moment. My hands still shake, not from fear, but from the memory of finding her kneeling with those gashes on her back. I should have been faster. I should have felt the shift in the shadows when she was taken. She should never have been left alone. I knew I couldn\u2019t trust my court, and look at what giving them a few minutes of my presence being absent got her. I force my eyes open and push off the door.<\/p>\n

My chambers feel too small, too quiet, even though the fire crackles in the hearth and servants are bustling in the hallways beyond my shut bedroom door. None of it matters. Not when she\u2019s in my bath and her skin is torn with her heart full of doubt. I can see it in her eyes. She doesn\u2019t trust me, not really. And I don\u2019t blame her. I stride across the room, pulling open the wardrobe.<\/p>\n

She needs something soft, something that won\u2019t bother the wounds, even though they’ll probably be almost fully healed by the end of the bath. I run my hand across the silks and cottons until I find a midnight-blue shirt that\u2019s long enough. I hesitate before pulling it down. This shirt was actually bought for her long ago, before everything crumbled.<\/p>\n

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No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Book Cover by Get Covers First Edition 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Preface Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty One Chapter Twenty Two Epilogue Bonus Chapter – Torture Scene Afterword Also By Tasha Creed 1kitap1.com\/en Please note this book overlaps some with Book Three timeline 1kitap1.com\/en Wisp I land on the hard, broken stone just as the portal slams shut.<\/p>\n

My hands smack against the rough stone flooring. It\u2019s jagged, cutting my palms and making my blood drip out and pour across it in small trails. \u201cKaelen, please\u2026\u201d My voice cracks. \u201cLet me go. You know your father will kill me if you take me back there.\u201d I keep my eyes low, fixed on the toe of his boot. I can\u2019t look at him. Not yet. It\u2019s been years since I saw him up close. If I do now, I\u2019ll break, or worse, I\u2019ll beg for his mercy and love.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet up,\u201d he says, his voice flat and cold. Slowly, I let my eyes drag up the length of his leather-clad legs, and past the hardened lines of his belt. My gaze shifts to the right, to his hand. His fingers are curled, and the shadows coil like serpents, ready to strike. \u201cSo, you want to carry out the sentence yourself,\u201d I mutter, rising on shaky legs, but it’s not fast enough. \u201cYou\u2019ve trained under those who can break mate bonds, then, just for this moment.<\/p>\n

I always wondered if you would.” His hand clamps around my left bicep hard. He yanks me upright as if I weigh nothing. \u201cI said, get up, Vespera.\u201d A low growl works its way up my throat. Even though I’m about to meet my death, I don’t want to hear that name.\u201cDon\u2019t call me that.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s Wisp now.\u201d Kaelen doesn\u2019t flinch. Instead, he reaches out with his opposite hand, fingers sliding beneath my chin, tilting my face toward his. \u201cLook at me, Vespera.\u201d I clamp my eyes shut, refusing. \u201cI don\u2019t want to,\u201d I hiss, heat rising in my chest. \u201cNot when you won\u2019t even use the name I chose when I left this cursed place behind.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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