Bound By Fate Broken By Love Novels & Stories

“I just want you. You’re all I could ever ask for, and more than enough. I don’t care about what the Goddess has to say about it. You’re mine.” “Shawn,” I whisper, cupping his face. I can’t contain myself anymore. I want him to be the first to know the amazing news, I want to celebrate with him alone even for just a moment before everyone else gets to hear. He watches me carefully. “Shawn, the fated mate bond dissolved when Trent died. The Goddess said I’m free to love who I want. It’s over. It’s actually over.” His mouth pops open in surprise, and then something in his gaze softens and melts. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he is tearing up. “So that means…”

But I sat there like a block of ice, unable to stir or think at all distinctly about anything. The Goddess final words are stuck in my head like bad juke-box on repeat. “Three fates held by a common doom and destiny. One bond was broken. "But there were new threads woven.” “She wasn’t referring to me, Lyra and Draven at that moment. About the tangled knot of history and possibility among the three of us.” All my connection with Lyra was cut off, snapped by my own failures and malice. I wrecked something that was priceless and that cannot be fixed; it can’t be reversed with a piece of paper, no matter how sturdy and thick.

Fate has a funny way of playing with people. He has a funny way of making people believe that they have finally found the one that they are fated to be with only to have their hearts broken. And once you have thought that you have already moved on, fate will once again come and make you feel the same thing you felt in the past, before you got your heart crashed.

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it. It was whether we would destroy each other in the process.

--- A Love Unbreakable They had faced countless trials, each one designed to tear them apart. They had fought against the world, against their enemies, against the very forces that sought to destroy them. But through it all, their bond had only grown stronger. It wasn’t a love built on tenderness or gentle promises. It was a love forged in conflict, in obsession, in pain—and it was unshakable. Now, in the final moments of their journey, as they stood at the apex of their power, they shared a quiet understanding between them. The war was over. The blood had been spilled. The empire was theirs, and no one could take it from them.

I had vowed never to let her go. But the truth? I was the one bound. Bound to a mate who hated me. Bound to a curse only she could break. Bound to a fate that felt more like death than salvation. And no matter how much she fought me… I couldn’t turn back. Not now. Not ever....

Serene added softly, almost reverent. I stopped pacing, hands tightening, heart steady but heavy. “Broken… how?” I asked, voice low, deliberate. Her tone sharpened, cutting through the silence. “A bond… that should never have been severed.” Fists clenched, breath uneven, voice trembling then firm. “No… You’re saying this is–” I couldn’t finish. The room held its breath, and then Serene gasped softly, a sound that made my chest jerk. She leaned slightly forward, almost as if feeling the words in the air. “It was created the moment fate was denied.”

And in that small chapel—surrounded by family, by laughter, by a love that had borne witness to every fracture and every healing—what they held between them had become something stronger. Something they had fought for—together. And at last… it was no longer a broken night—but a lifetime together. ****end****

Dad yelled back. Reject? King Asher wanted to reject Isabella? Oh no. “I want Layla. She's my true mate! I caught her scent. She knows it too.” I heard the sound of glass breaking. Father must have hurled a glass to the wall. Now, his collection is down to 4. He growled in a menacing voice. “Layla is bound to the Moon Goddess goddess for life. She cannot be mated to any man so give up.” “We'll see about that.”

Then reality slaps me. I’m supposed to lie low. I’m supposed to stay away. I’m supposed to be protecting a secret that could ruin everything. And here I am, kissing my combat coach. My mate who doesn’t even want me. While wearing three layers of clothes and barely holding my scent together. That’s all it takes—one flicker of reason. Like a thin thread snapping, the spell breaks. The heat drains, replaced by a cold, sharp awareness of exactly what I’m doing and I shove him back.