Bond Of Silence Novels & Stories

Dawn turned, addressing the group, and stated, "I don't see any of you as friends; you're more like family. You see your Alpha as a parental figure, a friend, or an uncle, but most importantly, as someone you can rely on. I'm telling you all that your alpha isn't who he seem to be. There are things that you all do not know what he can do. The ceremony was an alliance between my father (your alpha) and Alpha Samuel, not a true mate bond for Malachi and me. They orchestrated our mating to solidify the alliance, overriding the fact that we haven't met our actual mates.” A sudden "Silence!" cut through the chatter, and everyone turned to face Alpha Joseph. The faces of the people turned, and the

His silence was more unnerving than his words, and I felt the pressure of his gaze weighing heavily on me. “I need to know,” I began, my voice shaky but determined, “what this bond really means. What it’s doing to us.” His eyes flickered, but his expression didn’t change. “I already told you. It’s not something you need to worry about.” “Not something I need to worry about?” I repeated, incredulous. “Aiden, this bond is affecting everything. It’s affecting you, it’s affecting me. And I don’t know how to deal with it if you won’t tell me what’s going on.”

"What the hell are you talking about? Isn’t Janine your mate? Didn’t you two register five years ago and even have a pup together? We ended things five years ago. For good!" Aiden looked wounded, but kept going, "Wren, I know you hate me, but I’ve already dissolved my bond with Janine. From now on, Rowan will call you ‘Mom’. And ours… while he might’ve called someone else ‘Dad’ before, but if you come back, I’ll accept him as my own. I promise I will." His tone twisted into something unhealthy, almost obsessive.

This Daniel: holds still because her fear is not asking for battle yet. “And if you do not touch it?” he asks. “Then it stays what they made it.” “A weapon.” “Yes.” Leah swallows. “And a silence.” The word hurts. Silence has become the enemy almost as much as Charles or Patricia. Silence in records. Silence in rooms. Silence in a bride’s missing voice. Silence around Diana. Silence around Thomas Parker. Silence around every woman is called unreliable because she tried to speak before someone gave her permission. Leah lifts the spool of blue thread again.

The words came out raw and trembling, like I was asking a stranger. He sighed, heavy and bitter. “I don’t love her. Our relationship is forbidden.” I didn’t ask whether it was forbidden because of me or because he was hiding something. The silence that followed said enough. “Don’t break her heart And later on in life, don’t break your own heart. Its not worth it!”

“He funded the routes. He protected the meetings. He let her use Caden and the southern houses as cover while he sat in my halls and smiled at the council and waited for a default clause and an unfinished confirmation to do the rest of the work. Long before the treaty. Long before the bond. Long before you.” The quiet around the statements worried me more than any open fury would have. Rage had a shape. It moved. It made plans and gave orders and burned clean. This silence sat in the bond like a held blade, too still and too controlled, as if the full measure of the betrayal had moved past the place where anger could still reach it and into something colder. “We have the meeting,” I said. “W

Then— Meeting. The year of the fractured full moon. The bond igniting like a star between us. The arena erupts. “This is forbidden—” “It’s proof—” “The moon confirms it—” I stand unmoving as the light fades, leaving only truth in its wake. When silence finally falls again, it is heavy. Reverent. The elder lowers his head. “So the bond is real,” he says quietly. “And protected.” “Yes,” I reply. “And so is he.”

Your mind can drag you into some dark spaces, reveal ugly truths you are unwilling to face. It can also be quite serene, when the silence feels like a warm coat to wrap yourself within, and mindless chatter evaporates from your mind. When you can lean into the heat emanating from someone and find comfort in company. A quiet rejection of loneliness. I feel that comfort from him. Safe. Even with the darkness lurking around him. “I need to know that our bond is above all else.” I say. “Our bond is sacred, created by the Goddess. There is nothing before the Goddess. My devotion to you is a testament to my devotion to the Goddess.”

“He treated me like a secret. He thought that if he kept me locked away, if he denied the Bond’s pull in public, our enemies wouldn't realize I was his primary vulnerability. We lived in a state of constant, suppressed friction. The 'No Intimacy' rule you are currently struggling with? It wasn't invented by Damon. It was a tradition born of Silas’s fear.” ​Helena leaned forward, her gaze boring into Evie’s. “The Mate Bond is a biological feedback loop. If the Alpha is the sword, the Luna is the hilt. Without the hilt, the sword eventually cuts the hand that wields it. Silas tried to be the sword alone. He pushed me away, he ignored the ‘Hum,’ and he focused entirely on the expansion of our b

“He mortgaged his own soul to give you a chance to grow up free.” Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I shook my head, my voice a broken whisper. “That doesn’t change the fact that he didn’t tell me. It doesn’t change the fact that he watched me struggle with the bond and kept the truth hidden.” “No,” the Scribe agreed. “It doesn't. He chose silence over confession because he was afraid that if you knew you were his 'anchor,' you would never believe his love was real.” “And he still let them record me,” I said, the bitterness returning.