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he said, lifting my wrist adorned with a thin business watch. "It suits you even better than I imagined." The right hand of the man who had signed countless merger deals trembled slightly from nervousness. "If you don't want to wear it on your ring finger, you can wear it on a necklace first," Albert added cautiously. I shook my head with a smile, about to let him slide the ring onto my finger, when a deafening crack of breaking tempered glass cut me off. Shards sparkled through the air as Jeff burst in like an untamed beast.

Hello, my amazing readers. This book is almost finished a few chapters left to finish it off. Please watch for The Cursed Bond. The story of Victoria and her mate. There are five books in this series. 1-Love and Fear 2-Unbreakable bonds 3-The Cursed Bond 4-Blood Moon Assassins 5-Legacies The next book should be approved and ready to start by early May. Thank you so much for reading. DAMON

Apparently, it’s not just my mate that does stupid things. I’m even more shocked when I hear that she wants to try to break her Guardian bond. I didn’t even know that was possible. I feel terrible that I didn’t know that any of this was going on. First Emerson and his bond with Quinn, now Rich and Emlyn. I feel so disconnected from the packs and what is going on with them. I get Buppig to help us find books that might give us a clue as to where to find anything on how to break the Guardian bond. We’ve been pouring over them for days when I hear the rumblings that the soldiers are back.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

The bond. Damien. Gone. Unwritten. Like none of it had ever been. A broken sound escaped her before she could stop it. Damien heard it. And something inside him finally snapped. Not loudly. Not wildly. But completely. “No,” he said. One word. Absolute. The air around him darkened. Gold burned into black. The ground beneath his feet cracked. The being’s attention snapped to him instantly. For the first time— It felt him. Not as a man.

"Do you remember what happened to your father? How he died? How he trusted the wrong people, loved the wrong woman, and lost everything?" The words hit like a blow. Stellan stumbled, and Rourke's sword found his side. Pain. Blood. The smell of burning. And through it all, silence from the bond. Silence from Lyra. *Where are you?* he thought, even as he fought. *I need you. I need—* And then he felt it. A crack. A break. A chain shattering. --- The temple trembled around me. The chain was gone. I could feel it—the absence of it, the sudden lightness in my chest. The bond that had tied me to Ronan, that had haunted me since the night I'd stabbed him and run, was finally, completely, irrevocabl

But tonight, they felt like my only lifeline. I pulled out the first one, The Sacred Tether: Understanding Soul Bonds, and flipped through it quickly, scanning for anything on how to break a bond. My hands trembled as I turned the pages. “Severing a bond is rare…” “Dangerous…” “Often leads to emotional instability or permanent damage…” I slammed the book shut. “No. That can’t be all there is,” I muttered, tossing it onto the bed and grabbing another one. Dark Threads and Light: The Balance of Bonds.

If the bond couldn’t be broken… Then the girl would. —

Again. “I’m okay with the fifty-four dollars. Maybe you can just take back your one dollar. I don’t even need it.” With this, I walked out of his office, hating the moment I spent in his office. I counted the money again and again before slipping it into my purse. I walked out to the parking lot to search for my third-hand car which I got from an old friend. The car had a lot of faults: no AC, a low fuel tank, and it stopped every forty miles, but at least, I have a car.