Bonds Novel Novels & Stories

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He’d said the guards got jumpy around the old records, but the guards weren't in here right now so technically, I was free to do what I wanted. I ran my hand along the spines of the books. Most were thick ledgers with years stamped on them in fading gold ink. My fingers stopped on a book that was smaller than the others, wedged between two massive volumes. It had no title, just a piece of grey parchment stuck to the spine with a single word written in cramped script: Bonds. I pulled it out and sat on the floor between the stacks. The stone was cold, but I was hidden in the shadows. I opened the cover.

The bond warm and settled between them. Married. Happy. Home. Finally. Finally home. THE END.......... Author's Note: Some stories start with force, with pain, with all the wrong reasons. But sometimes—just sometimes—those broken beginnings become something undeniably pure. ......... This is a story about two people who were never supposed to work. A marriage that started with a contract and ended with a choice. A bond that began in darkness and found its way to light. Thank you for reading. 🥹

My breath came quicker than it should have, like I’d just run a race I didn’t sign up for. He bit his lip, then shook his head. “It’s only because of the bond,” he said. “That’s why it happened.” Oh. The bond. That invisible pull between mates that tied us together, whether we liked it or not. We stood there, locked in this strange space between silence and too many words. The air was so thick I could practically hear my own heartbeat. He stared at me, but not in the way you’d look at someone you despised. And then he cursed under his breath.

Mitch’s. Her fingers trembled as she picked up the phone. She read each line carefully, and with every word, her blood ran colder. Mitch was planning to break the mate bond. She forced a smile, though her chest ached. Pushing the phone back to Edward, she lied, “I’m aware. We talked about it.” Edward’s eyes narrowed. “I see.” Then, leaning closer, he added softly, “We can re-bond. Please.” Lucille shook her head. “I didn’t know the tribunal was so careless, letting a private letter leak before their next sitting.”

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

"Thank you, Lucas. I appreciate your support. I never thought my wolf would react like this." He caught a lock of my hair in his finger and twirled it. "Dion was there, I know." I nodded, feeling a sense of relief that Lucas understood. "Yes, he was." "Mate bonds are tricky; you are stuck with someone whether you like it or not," Lucas said with a small smile. After a moment of shared silence, I mustered a weak smile. "Is this how my life is going to be? Always on the run ? I don't even know why I am running away. It's not like Dion would claim me back."

And with one last laugh at his silly texts, We make our way to Saccharine Bites, our favorite coffee shop in the Southern territory. Having coffee and cinnamon buns with my bestie to bitch about other people was perfect. A moment of normalcy before going back home was perfect..

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.

"I don't know what you're talking about." "Yes, you do." His voice doesn't change, doesn't soften. He says it plain, like a fact he's reading off a page. "The bond. It's real. It happened the second Dean grabbed your arm." My feet stop moving before my brain tells them to. "That's not possible," I say. "I already had a bond. It broke last night. Bonds don't just happen twice." "They're not supposed to." He watches my face carefully, like he's cataloging every twitch of it. "Doesn't change what I felt."