Bonds Will Be Broken Novels & Stories

Why should our bond be destroyed because of what others would think? Why did this have to happen just when i thought that i’ll finally have a chance of being happy in my life? Fuck this. Fuck everyone. Fuck my life.

I’m getting locked in for sure. “I just wanted to say hello, and thank Mr. Laine for hiring me,” Amilee says normally before lowering her voice. “He doesn’t love you anymore. Step aside.” The werewolves heard her I’m sure, but I can hear them all coughing trying not to laugh. Once you understand the mate bond, like really understand it, anyone attempting to break it seen ridiculous.

I had just opened my mouth to answer. “Caelan.” From upstairs, Isolde stood beside the staircase, her silk nightgown slipping loosely off one shoulder. “My dresses arrived. Come help me choose.” Caelan released me immediately, stood up, and walked upstairs. I lowered my head and lightly brushed my fingers across the blood bond document. The words written across it had already started fading. In a few more days, there would be nothing left on that page at all. Only a completely blank sheet of paper.

Standing beneath the stone portico of the pack hospital, moonlight pooling faintly at my feet, I calmly forwarded every piece of evidence to my senior— A renowned divorce attorney, one who specialized in bond dissolutions sanctioned by the Wolf Council. And for the first time since the betrayal began, I felt steady. When my mate and I had completed our bond, he had signed a written covenant. Not a romantic vow— A legal one. It had been filed, sealed, and witnessed by the Wolf Council itself. The clause was clear: If an Alpha broke the bond through emotional or physical betrayal, the Luna retained full claim to his assets, territories, and pack income.

“You are forcing our hand.” I smiled bitterly. “You forced mine first.” The silence that followed was different. Heavier. Charged. Even the guards lining the walls stiffened, wolves stirring under their skins. Finally, Bereth spoke. “The Council will deliberate.” “Of course you will.” I said. We turned to leave without waiting for dismissal. Cameron’s hand brushed the small of my back - not possessive, not protective. Grounding. As we reached the doors, Veyne spoke again, softer now. Sharper. “If the bond breaks,” he said, “it may not reform.”

I told him. “What will happen when the bond is broken?” he questioned. “You’ll be fine and eventually all feelings for me will start to fade. Everything would return to normal” I hummed, looking to the side. “There’s something you're not saying. Is breaking the bond going to hurt you, Anita? Tell me” he insisted. “Once the bond is severed and you reject me as your mate, my wolf will slowly start to fade as well until it’s gone completely. Without my wolf I’ll fall into depression until I die from a broken heart” I mumbled, keeping my eyes anywhere but on him.

“This is madness and I’m going to correct it. By the next full moon, the bond will be broken, even if I have to call all priests from every part of the kingdom myself.” My body stiffened. My lips parted in horror. The bond could be broken? I froze, staring at Luca, at Ares, at everyone. Could they really do that? Could they really rip apart something sacred, something fate had tied? Luca stepped forward, his voice cold, his stare unyielding. “Try it, father. It won’t work.” Arnold turned on him, his rage burning hotter. “Do not doubt me, boy! You will obey. I will have that bond broken, freely or by force!”

Maybe she didn’t see the love I had for her, if she had seen it, she wouldn’t have run away. No, I was a fool. Who wouldn't run away after rejection? Especially when she had consented. A memory flashed to me. It was the first time I had seen her when she was broken and torn. I guessed I left her worse than I had found her. There was no forgiveness there. I had wronged Yolian beyond her expectation, but I had to do what was best. For us, and most especially, for her. My thoughts were interrupted by the footsteps made from the clash between a marble floor and the heel of a shoe. Making a wild guess, I knew it was Minna. I wasn’t ready for her shit.

A circle drawn in symbols that predated written language. "This will hurt," she warned Ivy and Dominic. "Severing an Alpha bond is like tearing out part of your soul. You'll feel every member of your pack as the connection breaks. Their confusion. Their fear. Their grief. And you won't be able to explain or comfort them. The bond will simply... end." "We understand," Ivy said, though she didn't. How could anyone understand losing something so fundamental?

Marcus shoved him aside and, with trembling hands, snatched up the paper. The first line was written in bold strokes: "Application for Dissolution of Marriage. Applicants: Marcus Hale, Clara Wilder." Julia limped in behind him, trying to clutch his arm like before. "Marcus, my ankle hurts." Ruthlessly, he ripped his hand away. "Ah!" The motion sent Julia crashing to the ground for real this time, pain shooting up her twisted ankle. Her face contorted as she sucked in sharp breaths. Marcus gripped the divorce papers tighter, his face pale, and showed her no concern at all.