Novel & Cerita Broken Bonds

Lucas stood with the doctor and heard what he had to say and did what he'd learned to do with information that needed processing — he held it away from himself, kept it at arm's length, let it be true from a distance until he had somewhere to put it. Split bond, the doctor said. I've read about it. Never seen it until now. He explained it carefully, without softening it — the fracture, the incompletion, the way it had nowhere to go and had gone instead into the child's body. The cardiac symptoms were real. They just weren't the origin. Lucas counted his own heartbeat. Four. Five. Slow. If the bond completes, the doctor said, the fracture heals. The condition resolves. And if it doesn't.

“That doesn’t sound like normal dreams.” “No.” “Did Zira say why it’s happening?” I shook my head slowly. “The bond.” The sacred connection between Alpha and Luna had been severed when I fled Silvercrest. But severed did not always mean erased. Sometimes, bonds leave echoes behind. Fragments of something that refused to disappear completely. And those fragments could haunt the mind. “Zira thinks the bond breaking damaged something in him,” I continued quietly. Aisha studied my face carefully. “And what do you think?” I hesitated.

[KAEL] Rhiannon stepped back. Not abruptly. Not violently. Decisively. The bond stuttered. Pain flashed sharp and sudden through my chest—not physical but deeper. Emotional. Like someone had reached inside and squeezed my heart with an iron fist. The connection between us didn't break. Couldn't break. Moon-blessed bonds didn't work that way. It just... fractured. Splintered at the edges where certainty had been seconds before. My hands fell to my sides. Empty. Aching.

And then the supernatural bond rupture happened. The memories of that night still haunted me in unguarded moments. The party in full swing, music pounding, drinks flowing, laughter echoing off the high ceilings. And then the pain had hit, sudden, excruciating, like someone had reached into my chest and started tearing my soul apart piece by piece. The bond snapping, fragmenting, sending shockwaves through every fiber of my being.

Where the broken mate bond had left its mark. “What I bring is this,” she said. “We will heal the severed mate bond. Not reconnect to Lyra. That ship has sailed, and should be left in sail. But the reserves will be absorbed, and-promise-the scar tissue will dissolve. Someday you'll be able to build a true mate bond with someone else. If you choose to. If you find someone worthy of binding yourself to.” I stopped breathing. Men who lose mates through severing seldom bond again. The scar usually prevents it. The damage runs too deep. I had accepted that. Had believed my chance at a bond like that was gone for good.

“Probably try to seal a bond at some point as chosen mates?” I nod, offering her a reassuring smile. “Is the fated bond really gone, then?” Mrs. Diaz questions, sadness filling her eyes. “There’s no way to get it back?” “I felt it break,” Nessa says quietly, and the pain lacing her voice fucking guts me. “Though I swear sometimes I still feel it, just for a second. Like an echo.” “Me too.” I give her hand a little squeeze, my chest burning with regret. If I’d known then what I do now, I never would’ve left. There isn’t a day that passes where I don’t wish I didn’t.

"He's like my brother. He suddenly fainted and the doctor said it might be a spiritual problem because the medications aren't working for him." “Bring him in,” she said. "Please help. I can't carry him alone." We carried him and laid him on the bed in Alina's work pace. Alina placed her hand on his forehead and muttered some words. Then she shook her head. “What is it?” I asked. Alina looked up at me. “This is a broken bond. A violent one.” My stomach dropped. “Oh, Serena broke the bond?” “It looks like she severed it with force. The backlash hit him hard. That’s why the doctors on campus couldn’t find anything wrong. This isn’t something medicine can fix.”

‎My ribs ached as though they were grinding shards, fragments of something that used to be whole. ‎ ‎Lucien. ‎ When two people become mated, they seize to become separate entities and become one. When the mate bond is broken, it's said that you're half dead. ‎That blasted mate bond is causing this pain. It was now fractured, shattered, like a smashed mirror that was now reflecting back an odd sensation. I didn't think this decision through. It was made in a hurry and out of anger. I knew breaking our bond was going to hurt, I've seen it happen to people but I didn't know it hurt this much.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

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