Broken Bonds Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

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.

she glanced at Gavin, “....or something’s not adding up.” “Did you feel the bond break?” Penny asked suddenly. “Really? Did it snap inside you like they say it does?” I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Because I didn’t. There was pain. Devastation. But no snap. The bond never broke. My breath caught as realization clawed its way up my throat. “I never… felt it break,” I whispered. I pressed a hand to my heart, the pain and need twisting even deeper, like vines around my lungs. “So what are you saying?” I asked, my voice tight. “That this… that this means what?”

I collapse sideways and curl into myself, clutching my ribs while the magic that used to belong to me tears loose and flies apart. Across the clearing my father staggers. His head jerks up like he just got punched. His eyes lock on mine. “You feel it,” he says. His voice sounds rough. Shaken. I stare at him with wide eyes. “The bond,” I choke. Then it snaps. The sound is not real. But I hear it anyway. A sharp crack inside my mind. And suddenly the connection that tied me to Darius is gone. Just gone. Like someone cut a rope. The silence that follows is terrifying.

My body shook with sobs I would not let become sound. The mark on my neck burned. Through the bond I felt him. Still standing in his study. Surrounded by scattered pages. His forehead pressed against the closed door. He was breaking. So was I. But I had been broken before. And I knew something he did not. Broken things can be rebuilt. But never in the same shape. And never for the person who broke them. I pushed off the wall and kept walking. Behind me through stone and distance and a bond that neither of us could sever I heard him whisper three words.

Not visibly — Adrian didn't do visible relief — but through the bond, something that had been locked down for days quietly came undone. I crossed the unit and hit him in the chest with the flat of my hand, not hard, just — something that needed to be physical. He caught my hand and held it there, over his heartbeat. "If you ever—" I started. "I know," he said. "Adrian." "I know, Audrey. I'm sorry." I left my hand where it was for a moment. His heartbeat was steady under my palm, the bond warm and remade in the specific way of things that have been broken and set correctly.

“And maybe you can help me find a book for a person problem I’m having as well.” “Oh?” She quirked an eyebrow at me, her curiosity piqued. “Broken mate bonds that were never formed. Or at least the feeling of it.” I let some hurt go into my voice, watching her hand dart to her chest in sympathetic pain. “Oh, um, we do have a few books on the bond psyche that might help you. Just met or a refusal to form after years?” She inquired. “Just met. And I want to help her get better.” I could see her eyes well up with she’d tears when I said it, a few sniffles coming from her.

“But not the war.” I meet his gaze. “Then stop fighting it through me.”His eyes flicker—pride, sorrow, something like love. “We will meet again,” he says quietly. “When you’re ready to face what’s coming.” The air ripples.He dissolves into frost and wind—gone. The church slumps, exhausted. I sag fully into Lucien’s arms.Ruby rushes forward. Milo clings to my side. Gideon exhales shakily. “The bond is broken.”

"Isn't it? Power isolates. Strength pushes people away. You'll save the world and lose everyone who matters. That's the price. That's what bonding means." I sink to my knees. The weight unbearable. Maybe the voice is right. Maybe I am too broken. Too damaged. Too much. Maybe everyone would be better off if I just stopped fighting. Then I feel it. Warm. Steady. Unbreakable. The bond with Liam. Pulsing through the darkness like a heartbeat. And through it. His voice. **I'm here. You're not alone.** Not imagined. Real. Reaching through the void to find me.

“...Cayden Hoisten as my fated mate.” There was silence on the other line. And my chest pounds hard, hoping he won’t say no again. “I accept.” He said. The moment I finished saying he said that, the bond shattered and I felt a sharp, unbearable pain exploding through my chest. I let out a strangled whimper as the final thread of bond connecting us snapped. My hand flew to my chest as it burned. It felt as if someone had reached inside it and ripped something out with their bare hands. “Ava?” His worried voice came through the phone.