Novel & Cerita Broken Binding Book

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****

But this book is a map written in a language I feel is familiar but I can’t place it. I run my fingers over a passage in the middle of the page, the ink humming faintly under my skin. It’s not just a historic passage about magic, it’s a warning. The binding placed on Elias and I wasn’t just to hide us, it really was to hold us back. The weaver’s mark—woven with love and desperation by our mother—wasn’t made to be broken easily. Bit it’s unraveling now. And every time another piece comes to life I feel more, smell more, hear more, want more.

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.

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

“Damn it.” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide the tremor in my hands. “You can’t just expect me to keep following you blindly. Someone broke into my room. Someone left me a note. And now men are talking about making me… disappear.” My voice cracked on the word. His head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing. “What note?” I faltered. He closed the space between us in a single stride, his hand gripping the wall beside me again. “What. Note.”

The love I'd tried to hide, the hope I'd been afraid to acknowledge, the deep, unshakeable belief that we could make this work. The bond settled into something new, not the tentative connection we'd had before, but a solid, unbreakable link. His heartbeat became mine. His emotions colored my own. And through it all, I felt completely, perfectly myself. The bond didn't diminish me or override my identity. It enhanced everything I was while connecting me to everything he was. When we finally broke apart, both gasping, the gathered witnesses erupted in cheers. Damien was grinning, Sarah was sobbing happily, and Marcus looked satisfied, like he'd known all along this was how it would end.

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.

The older texts were further into the library while the newer ones were closer to the entrance. I found a book on mating that looked to be very old so I settled in a chair and began to flip through the pages. The beginning was most of what I already knew but I saw something that caught my eye. It wasn’t what I was looking for but it was something about bond manipulation where you could use your mate bond into manipulating your partner. It sounded evil and dangerous so I quickly flipped past it. I didn’t see anything about bonds that were not completely broken and I couldn’t help but get frustrated. I slammed the book harder than I should have and buried my head in my hands. My wolf had been

I then remembered the door bouncing back open because of a piece of foam slightly sitting in between the doorframe preventing it from closing. "But how am I gonna get there?" I looked down at the chains that were attached to my wrist and then noticed that they weren't even locked. They were still open but slightly. I carefully shoved my thumb into the lock in attempt to apply pressure in order to get it to open up more. My acrylic nail popped off taking my actual nail off with it. I screamed out as a tremendous amount of pain shot through my hand. "FUCK!" I squealed as I watched blood seep out of my finger.

He dragged my name out in caution. I was speechless as he reached for me again. Taking the left hand, and then the right, he secured my wrists with the makeshift Velcro handcuffs after weaving the rope through the rungs of the headboard. Testing my mobility, I could scarcely move before the Velcro bit my skin. My attention transferred to him capturing my ankle, securely wrapping the Velcro around it, before he pulled my leg toward the corner of the bed and fastened the rope to the footboard. Quickly, he repeated the same action on the other leg. My body now formed a triangle, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Panicked, my chest heaved, and my heart pounded furiously. I was completely at his