Broken Bonds Audiobook Novels & Stories

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

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."

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 say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

At the warmth that had been pulsing through the cloth all morning in the steady rhythm I had stopped trying to ignore. “The anchor bond,” she said. “If it is completed correctly before the seal breaks, the fracture transfers its endpoint.” She looked back at my face. “Currently when the seal breaks the fracture impact goes through the sacrifice bond. Through me. It kills me because it is designed to find the living anchor of the maintenance and move through it.” She paused. “If there is a completed anchor bond in place when the seal breaks, the fracture finds that instead. It transfers its endpoint from me to the anchor.”

His voice is serious, and his eyes flick between mine. I feel our bond pull, and snap. I feel it all come together. He’s serious. My body relaxes, as a few stray tears slide down my cheeks. “I’m broken, Ax” I whisper, “I’m no good. I don’t have anything to offer you. We may never be able to complete our bond. I may never be enough”

“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.

“It’s always been part of us. We can’t just discard it. Even if it’s broken, even if it’s... weakened, it’s still us.” “But is it, Kieran?” Caspian interjected, his voice sharp, his eyes flashing with something dangerous. “Can we say that, honestly? We’ve seen what happens when the bond is shattered. What happens when trust breaks down.” “I’m not breaking,” I said, my voice finally steadying as I found the strength to speak. I looked at each of them—Caspian, Kieran, the healer who had moved to the far side of the room. “I won’t let this break us. I won’t let the bond be a curse. It’s a part of us, not something that controls us. We can rebuild it.”

“Every structure breaks eventually.” Back in the apartment, Aiden finally let sleep claim him, knowing something fundamental had shifted. Escalation had cracked the surface. Now the real fractures were forming—quiet, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. And once fractures appeared, nothing ever returned to exactly what it had been before. Sleep didn’t come easily after that. Aiden drifted in and out of shallow rest, his senses half-attuned to the bond, half-listening to the city’s low, restless hum. Every sound felt amplified—the distant siren, the murmur of voices below, the faint shift of Dante’s breathing beside him.

"Damian, what you're doing is pointless. It'll only drain your strength and weaken the pack. In the end, it'll put all of us in danger." I met his gaze unflinchingly and added, "Go back. Be with Chloe." Damian's body stiffened instantly, and the hope in his eyes was crushed, replaced by a deeper, darker despair. He returned to the estate in a daze, heading straight to Chloe's room. At that moment, she was on the couch, lazily toying with her nails. Damian wasted no words. His voice was cold, resolute. "I'm severing the mate bond between us."