Bondagr Novels & Stories

Alpha Henry asks. "I don't think he took the hefty interest rates into account. Any interest on twenty million dollars is going to be a lot. A one percent interest rate would be two hundred thousand dollars a year. A loan shark is only going to make it more," Hacker says. "Fifteen percent, to be exact," Hijack says. "Three million a year? Is that right?" I ask. "In interest alone," Hacker says. Holy shit! Christer is going to bankrupt his pack just for this alliance bond.

Ana's jaw moved a little, like she was mulling something over before speaking. "Can I ask you something?" I ventured. "Depends," she replied. "Does the family know about the bond? Do they understand what it really means – that they can't be claimed separately?" Ana's expression changed, a careful look entering her eyes. "Some of them know bits and pieces," she said, choosing her words carefully. "Grandfather knows more than he lets on. He always does." She paused. "And that's exactly what has me worried." "What do you mean?"

Just then, the doors to the court swung open and a warrior stepped in, quickly lowering himself to one knee. “My Alpha,” he said urgently. “We have reports of a suspected magic user around the east border. The user was able to bring down the border gates but we are unable to identify him.” “Time to find out if you are truly worth keeping alive,” Cassian said, his gaze locking on mine. “We leave now.”

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

he muttered “Don’t call me Blair you son of a bitch, I swear I would rip your tongue from your throat if you keep calling me that” I blurted out furiously “I am sorry” he apologized “So back to business, I am tired of this conversation it’s getting boring, so what did you mean when you said join us,” I asked “We call ourselves the ROGANS and we can help protect you, show you the strength you possess and when I told our leader you were a hybrid, he went…

I tuned back to the conversation as he was saying “......with that, I believe we can start our very own wine press, with your assistance and in return we offer you 30 percent of our profits monthly” “Wonderful” I signed the documents “if that’s all, I’d like to excuse myself, I have a few appointments to catch up on” “Oh I’ll leave you to it then, it was nice doing business with you Miss Marchetti” he said as we both stood up to share a handshake. “It’s Mrs. Marchetti” he looked confused for a second “you’re married?” “No, widowed” I said with a smile. When he had left, I rang Sansa again, “Sansa, moving on, what’s the next thing?”

“Not reducing it.” Her gaze unfocused slightly—tracking something none of them could see. “Bonds don’t look right,” she said. “What does that mean,” Eli asked. “It means they’re not stabilizing,” Ilyra replied. “They’re… flattening.” Silence. “What,” Bea said. “They’re contained,” Ilyra said. “Not anchored. Not active. Just… held in place.” Nori felt something cold move through her chest. “That’s not safety,” she said.

I scold him only to get an amused look from him. “I am curious though,” Fredja remarks. “If she had so much to tell you, why wait till now? What happened that caused her to move? What changed?” I flush at her question. I had asked the moon goddess the same thing and with an amused smile she answered. “You consummated your bond,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “I know most people just do it as some ritual but it is more than that. Accepting and consulting a mate bond is saying you accept the mate that I had given to you and an invite to.me to bless it. Your mating gave me the opportunity to come in.”

I was still myself, but now with an unshakable foundation beneath me. "The ceremony tomorrow," Jackson said softly as we lay wrapped in each other's arms. "It will be different now." "How?" I asked, tracing patterns on his chest with idle fingers. "The pack will sense the mate bond," Maison explained, his voice a rumble beneath my ear. "It changes things politically. The Steel and Graystone territories will be seen as formally allied through us." I considered this, the implications slowly unfolding in my mind. "Dominick will be even more desperate to stop the ceremony."

“Drop it.” Kael didn’t. Instead, he held his stare. “Whatever that was,” he said, quieter now, “it’s part of this.” Lucien didn’t deny it. But he didn’t accept it either. “That doesn’t mean you get to see it,” he said. Kael’s expression hardened slightly. “We’re already seeing more than we should.” Another pause. Then— “…This is exactly why bonds like this fail,” Lucien said. Kael frowned. “What do you mean?”