Novel & Cerita Anthony Horowitz Bond Books

When their eyes found me sitting with their Alpha unit, something like approval flickered across their faces. "If you'll excuse me," I said, rising from the table. "I have some things to discuss with your Alphas." Dean nodded, a hint of his old arrogance returning. "Just don't forget about finishing 'Moon's Shadow.' The readers are dying to know if Lyra accepts her mate bond." I froze, suddenly seeing the parallels between my protagonist's journey and my own. "Art imitates life," I murmured, then walked away before they could question me further. Maison and Jackson met me halfway across the dining hall, their expressions carefully neutral despite the whispers that followed us.

The Lycan and werewolf mating bond is like a drug, the most addictive drug possible, all-consuming that no amount of rehabilitation can truly free you from it. Like any enslaving drug, it takes away what you truly feel and think and replaces those with illusions, compulsions and an endless unwarranted longing for another. You are a slave to it and it lures you in with passion and lust. You Suddenly love, and lust, are totally connected with someone that before the bond existed was nothing to you, possibly even an enemy, or not the gender you prefer. It takes away choice, independence and most importantly individuality. It also rides in tandem, is complicit with the rank system of Lycans an

TO BE CONTINUED. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thank you to everyone who has given Betrayed Bonds a chance! I hope that you enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This ends our first book, but there will be a second. Please feel free to follow me on any of my socials Eliza.Selmer.Author for updates on releases for the sequel and title reveal. Until then! Thank you all, and I look forward to our next adventure together!

I hesitate for a moment, my mind awash with memories of Author Agness and whatever kind of witchcraft she’s done to me. With trembling fingers, I gather my courage and tap on the app, my heart starts to race once again as the familiar interface loads before me. I quickly type in ‘Author Agness’ on the search bar. Afterwards, her author profile appears. And there it is, in all its glory— her masterpiece, Bonded, the very book that has thrust me into this surreal nightmare.

Then he explained his action which had done nothing to soften the glower but had definitely added a crease between her eyebrows. She turned her head and browsed a section at the left corner of the room. She muttered silently under breath as her eyes scanned from the top shelf and glided down to the very bottom and traced the spines back up. She then took out a book from the middle row— a thick, old book with its tattered cover and yellowed pages. She skimmed through the pages until her gaze fixed on one and her eyes rapidly moved from one word to another. “I think...I think...it’s a bond withdrawal,” she murmured without glancing up. “What?” Dorian quirked an eyebrow.

The most impractical things they had received were the fresh honeycomb that he doubted would last long enough to go off, judging by how many times Skye had been sticking his finger into the sticky honey before pulling it out to suck on it guiltily when he thought no one was watching. As well as a lambskin- the leather treated and the wool soft to the touch. It was the kind of thing one gifted an expectant mother to swaddle their newborn in. Linus missed a step as his thoughts went right back to where he was trying to avoid and Brite eyed him suspiciously. He waved him off, but he planned on getting good and drunk tonight to try shake off whatever the hell had taken over him. There was no way

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Hours of being Queen instead of mother. I hate it. But it's necessary. That afternoon I find Lyanna alone in the library. Reading. Always reading. "What are you reading today?" "A book about bond magic. How it works. Why it fails." She's five and reading about bond theory. Brilliant. Serious. Too much like Caius. "Why are you interested in bonds?" "Because ours is different. We only have one dad. Other families have more. I want to know why." How do I explain this to a five year old?