Bonds Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 16 Hazel’s POV “I am so sorry. I did not know that the mating bond was still there. I swear I don’t want to be his mate.” I apologized. This was the third time I was apologizing. The attempted kiss had left us both feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. My heart was still racing from the expectations I had about the kiss and the shock and pain that hit me when I leaned in for the kiss. Nobody, not even my mother had ever told me that mate bonds could tie you to one person even if you did not like the mate the universe had chosen for you.

VICTORIA I rejected Devon. I did it. I went against every fibre of my being, and I am free. He has no mate bond fog over me, and he can choose me if he wants, or he can move on. I can move on. This is what I wanted. I try to convince myself as we drive back to the packhouse. I watch as the buildings and trees blur by me. Zarina is mad at me that I gave up our mate, but he doesn't even have a wolf; who is she even bonded to? I can feel Lucy's eyes on me even as she talks with Damon. As we cross the border in our pack territory, I ask the driver to stop.

Closing my eyes that same murderous eyes flashes by. Am heading back to the servant quarters after being discharged, Ebere walks closely by my side casting worried looks. Staring into space, every slight movement and clatter makes me jump out from my skin. We passed by only two guards stationed at a door front, the same terrifying feeling creeps into my bones, the same old insecurity of death luck's by, the same feeling of being in my former village matches arrogantly into my life once more. My fist form unyielding balls. Servant busy themselves cleaning and working absorbed into there task.

I can't do two books together due to my schedule and college. Also, as I mentioned earlier about my old WIP, i have resumed it and it would be available on goodnovel on march 1. I'm attaching the blurb here so you can know what it would be like. A Lost Soul Blurb "I thought you loved me enough to tell me everything but all you did was lie. Did I not make it clear; I hate liars with a passion?" I yelled.

His jaw flexed like the burn had teeth for him, too. For one suspended heartbeat, we were two magnets dragged together, two storms colliding. He pulled back first—slow, deliberate, a man caging something feral. My lungs remembered air like it was a new trick. “What was that?” I managed. “The bond,” he said, voice low, rough. “And if I don’t want it?” His mouth curved—no softness, only truth. “Bonds aren’t chosen. They’re survived.” “I’m not a test.” “No,” he said, quieter. “You’re a reckoning.”

“Chill out okay, here I brought a book to help you out. It's about the mate bond and stuff about mating. Read it through and give it a thought, if you want to continue you can text me. I dropped my number on the table. I need to leave bye,” With that he vanished into thin air. What with vampires and vanishing, tch show off. I sat down on my bed as I checked the book out, a very catchy book cover, titled ‘Mate Bond’. Scrolling through the pages I became immersed in it, so much useful and shocking information. ~~~ The date with Zayne totally went wrong and I felt awfully bad. The thing is that I could not take that mating bond stuff out of my head. Honestly, right now it feels like I finally u

When I finished, my palms were slick with sweat. “I don’t trust it,” I said. “And I don’t trust what it makes me feel.” Rhea was quiet for a long moment. “I learned about bonds at the program,” she said finally. My chest tightened. “Some bonds,” she continued, “develop defensive instincts. They protect the host even from things the host doesn’t consciously fear.” “Like what?” “Like emotional threats or destabilizing influences.” That didn’t help. “You’re saying it has a mind of its own.”

Liam narrowed his gaze down at the page and read it out loud. “Vinculum duplex...The Double Bond?” I nodded my head. “According to that book, ‘The Double Bond’ is the phenomenon of having a double-mating bond with two wolves. It’s rare. But it’s possible.” I gave Liam a chance to really read through the text while I tried to find a way to break the unsettling news to him, regarding our unfortunate family ties. From what I could only assume, Liam was not pleased with this revelation, nor did I expect him to be.

The anchor event. The dead zone that had grown from two people into a community of chosen proximity, dense enough now that he couldn't move through the bookshop block without feeling the resistance of it, the warmth of it pressing back against his edges like a hand against a wound. That was the thing. That was what he needed to fracture. --- He understood bonds the way a predator understood prey — not with contempt, not with malice, but with the intimate, structural knowledge of something that had fed on them for so long that their mechanics were as familiar as hunger itself.