Broken Binding Book Novels & Stories

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

I asked. “Give me the truth." And then Sofia held out her little finger. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I taught her about the little finger promise when she was 4 years old and I was 8. We promised never to lie to each other. A little finger promise could never be broken. She remembered this. I didn't deserve that gesture, I broke my promise. But not anymore. Sofia deserved the truth that I had denied her for so many years, even though in the end I would lose her for good.

"You don't. Not yet. Not while I am still standing. You said you were tired and I heard you. But I am not tired, Althea. I am furious with myself. I am desperate. I am every kind of foolish a man can be. But I am not tired and I am not letting you go." "The bond is broken, Xavier." "It's not." She blinked. "What?" "It is not fully broken." He kept his voice low. "I said the rejection words. The pack witnessed it. But the bond does not break completely unless you speak the matching words. The counter-rejection. You haven't done that." Xavier saw Althea’s hand drift up to her chest and stay there. Her brows pulled together. She pressed her palm flat over her heart and was silent for a long mom

"Jack, it's over between us." He lunged toward me like a mad wolf, as if something suddenly dawned on him. "No! Ivy! Don't drink it! I was wrong!" But I tilted my head back and drained the potion in one gulp. It felt like my soul was being torn in two, and I spat out a mouthful of blood that stained my clothes crimson. As my vision went black, I collapsed into Dad's arms. In the final second before I lost consciousness, I saw Jack clutch his chest as the backlash of the mate bond tore through him. He dropped to his knees, screaming in agony.

“To show the marriage is legitimate it must be witnessed and undergoes three rites,” He picked his glass and took a sip. “The Public Claim. The wife must be declared in front of the families. Then there is the blindfold ritual and,” A pause. “The Binding Rite,” My heart dropped. “Binding Rite? What is that?” my voice wavered. He looked at me with intensity. “Consummation,” I scoffed. “Right,” “It’s serious Vivienne,” he casually stated, “You and I both have to do that or else my marriage will be questioned,” he rubbed his thumb over his clenched jaw, “I don’t like people questioning me,”

Not for them. For me. I stopped when something caught my eye, my fingers hovering over a familiar section of the shelf. The same place I had taken the herbal book from before. My hand moved without thinking, pulling another book free, the leather cover worn and aged like it had been waiting far longer than I had been here. I wiped a thin layer of dust from it with my palm, my eyes scanning the title slowly. Binding. The word alone made something in my chest tighten slightly. I stared at it for a moment longer before opening it carefully, the old pages shifting softly beneath my fingers. The scent of aged paper filled the air as I flipped through the first few pages, my eyes moving over the w

"Nothing to do with you, Healer Skarsen." But he made no effort to hide his condition, standing there with that same arrogant pride that had once made my heart race. Still the same proud, insufferable Alpha who thought the world bent to his will. I turned back to Iris with clinical detachment, my expression carved from ice. The mate bond, even rejected and incomplete, pulled at me with invisible threads. Five years of distance hadn't weakened it as much as I'd hoped–good thing I had Alice prepare the medicine for me.

I reached the reading table. There was a book on it. Face down, open, the spine slightly worn from being held many times in the same position. I recognized the binding; I had seen books from this series before, in the palace library, part of a collection on the history of shifter bonds in Aetherwyn. I picked it up carefully and turned it over. The chapter heading at the top of the open page read: Suppressed Bonds and Their Consequences. I stood at the table in the quiet library and looked at that heading for a long time.

Meanwhile, Julie stood behind Timothy the entire time, watching everything unfold with indifferent eyes. Julie brought me back to the CEO's office. She took out the first-aid kit and gently dabbed medicine onto the cuts on my face. At the same time, she said softly, "You're not young anymore, so why are you still this stubborn? Wouldn't it be better to take the money and retire peacefully? "Uncle Liam, don't you understand yet? The one who isn't loved is the extra person. So what if you and Mom were legally married? She never loved you."