Broken Bonds Series Novels & Stories

I looked at her quietly and didn't say a word. She suddenly laughed softly. "I knew it. You'll never forgive me. And honestly, I don't deserve your forgiveness. "But no matter what, whether you believe me or not, you were always the only father I ever had and the only one I'll ever recognize." After saying that, she slowly turned around and walked away. I wanted to say something, but in the end, I didn't call out to her. Affection is like glass; once broken, the cracks remain forever.

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."

I needed the money for countless bills. Another worker passed by and rolled her eyes at me. On her name tag, I saw her name was Halsey, and I wondered if I had ever done anything to Halsey. Ever since I got a job as a cleaner here, I grabbed zero friends and a bazillion enemies. Except for Raphael who was always pesky about dating me, but I always turned him down, remembering my past relationship with Abien. I bet other workers laughed at him for seeing me as a person of interest.

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.”

Broken in small ways. Mira with her abandonment issues. Lyanna with her identity crisis. Adrian with his nightmares. Kiera with her anxiety. We failed them. Despite our best efforts. Despite everything. "Stop blaming yourself," Damon says later. "They're alive. Loved. Safe. That's what matters." "They're traumatized. That matters too." "So are we. We're all broken. But we're broken together. That counts for something." "Does it?" "It has to." The foundation is thriving. Helping hundreds of people with broken bonds. Damaged connections. Lost mates.

Were exactly what Cole needed to achieve purposes we didn't fully comprehend. "We need to break connection," Caleb said. Voice breaking. "Separate bonds temporarily. Deny portal the amplification. Stop feeding it power through our unity." "That'll complete the fracture," I protested. "That'll destroy what we just repaired. That'll prove bonds aren't sustainable under pressure. That'll demonstrate exactly what Cole wants demonstrated." "But it'll save everyone. And isn't that what matters? Isn't that what bonds are for? Protecting people we love even when protection costs everything?"

Heath agreed, exhausted emotionally beyond coherent conversation. Rhett, however, seemed to have finally discovered words. “Sometimes I feel like we’re broken,” he admitted, his eyes on the windscreen. “The Triquetra. That what we were has been damaged, our bond doesn’t feel… right anymore. Do you think it’s possible for a bond to just fade away? I mean, we haven’t claimed each other in front of the goddess, under the full moon. We haven’t marked each other. Is it possible that the bond could just…” “Atrophy?” Heath suggested, because that was how it felt to him too.

Brynn Hollis' POV The first crack appeared in the training yard. Not in the ground—in the bond. I was sparring with Farrah when the thread connecting me to Dax flickered, went cold, then returned. A heartbeat of nothing. I stumbled. Farrah caught me. "What was that?" "The bond. It... vanished. Just for a second." Farrah's face went pale. "That's not supposed to happen." "No. It's not." --- The second crack came an hour later.

“It would have been easier when I was pregnant. People kept giving me these pitying looks every time I told them I was unbonded. I hated it. But after….” She didn’t continue; she just cocked her head and glanced up at Alex through her lashes. Alex could fill in the gaps. If they'd not been mated when Ashly came to find him every time in his old house, when he made Sam call her and told her to stay away from Alex and assumed the worst, it would have broken her. Broken Bond Syndrome wasn’t always fatal, but maybe it would be better if it were. It was dangerous and could become a debilitating chronic condition if it wasn’t treated properly. They taught how to recognize it in middle school healt

“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.”