Novel & Cerita Broken Bonds Audiobook

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

he pleaded, "look at me. I need to know that you hear me, that we can work through this together." No response came from me, the weight of my emotions rendering me immobile. The tears kept cascading down my cheeks, their salty taste mingling with the bitter ache in my chest. With a voice full of tenderness, Damien continued, determined to reach me, to comfort me. "Honey, I can't bear seeing you like this. It hurts me more than anything. Please, let's talk about it." His words tugged at my broken heart, pulling me closer to the edge of vulnerability. I longed to open up to him, to let him know the depths of my pain. But fear held me back, whispering cruel doubts and insecurities in my ear.

Maybe she didn’t see the love I had for her, if she had seen it, she wouldn’t have run away. No, I was a fool. Who wouldn't run away after rejection? Especially when she had consented. A memory flashed to me. It was the first time I had seen her when she was broken and torn. I guessed I left her worse than I had found her. There was no forgiveness there. I had wronged Yolian beyond her expectation, but I had to do what was best. For us, and most especially, for her. My thoughts were interrupted by the footsteps made from the clash between a marble floor and the heel of a shoe. Making a wild guess, I knew it was Minna. I wasn’t ready for her shit.

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.

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.

I could almost feel his breath on my neck, his hands on my skin, and I hated myself for it. It had been the same with Dominic and Keiran. All three of them had shattered me completely, had looked into my eyes and rejected me like I was nothing, and still my traitorous body craved their warmth, their touch, their presence. “Snap out of it,” I muttered to myself, my voice sharp in the quiet street. “They don’t care about you. They never did.” I reached into the pocket of my black trench coat and felt the flash drive there, solid and real against my fingers. Dominic had given it to me, and I was burning with curiosity about what it contained. The first bond rupture, he’d said. The beginning of

“When the bond snapped now. Did you feel it too?" His face went white. "What?" "The mate bond," I said. "It is gone. I broke it." “Not at all,” he quickly said, shaking his head. "No, that is impossible. Bonds cannot be broken. They can be damaged but not…” “I broke it,” I repeated emphatically. “My wolf wanted freedom more than it wanted you. She ripped that to shreds, devoured it piece by piece until it was gone.”

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.

“Maybe I’ll die.” “Don’t say that.” Elinor’s voice was sharp. “Don’t you dare say that.” She helped me into bed, pulling the covers up. My whole body ached. Not just my chest where the bond had been, but everywhere. My bones felt like they were breaking. My skin too sensitive to touch. My head pounding. “This is normal,” Elinor said, wringing out a cloth in cool water. “After a bond breaks, the body goes through a kind of… mourning. It’ll get worse before it gets better.”