Feels Like We Had Matching Wounds Novels & Stories

In Elena's sickroom, in the afternoon light, without asking for anything. I saw you. You were not invisible to me. I pressed those words against the wound they belonged to, the specific old wound of a wolf who had stood in a crowded hall feeling the mate bond crack open and had looked at the face of the wolf who shared it and had understood, viscerally and instantly, that the sharing was not going to change what was about to happen. The wound did not reopen.

My mind drifted to my mate through the agony and I couldn't help but feel that this pain I was experiencing was his. It was much of a coincidence for Janette and I to go through the same pain at the same time unless something had happened to them. The mere thought of them being hurt had bile rising up my throat, leaving an awful taste in my mouth. Like a tide, the agony ebbed slightly but I knew soon it would hit again. I don't know how but I just did.+ 'Something is wrong with our mates. ' my throat was sore, voice croaky as it filtered out.

It had only been a day, but I already missed hearing that name so much. He was wounded, and so was I, but we both didn't mind. Nothing mattered anymore. Not the pain, not the trauma. Just him. Just us. Together again.

For a moment, everything else fell away. There was a small, steady thing between us: the paper crate that named the Syndicate’s moves, the shared breath, the way the sun tried to break through the wet clouds. We were a pair of people who’d been stitched together with scars, trying to find a seam that didn’t hurt. The thread between us was thin and frayed in places. It caught and pulled and sometimes burned. But we kept weaving, stitch by stitch. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to stop.

The morning after that wild night with the twins, my body felt like it had been through something serious. Every little move reminded me of them. A dull ache between my legs. Finger-shaped bruises on my hips. A small hickey on my collarbone that I covered with a loose hoodie before heading to the kitchen. The bond was still there in the background, quiet and warm for now, like a low hum under my skin. But I kept some walls up. I had to. I couldn’t let myself get lost in how good it felt with them. Not when there was still so much I needed to do.

At that moment, nothing felt more right than tending to her wounds, a small act of compassion in the midst of cruelty. As I delicately cleaned her wrist, a profound sense of connection enveloped me. This, I thought, must be what it felt like to be fated to someone. The sensation was both amazing and undeniably genuine, something I contemplated exploring further in the future, although uncertainty lingered in my mind.

Pack warriors assembled in their respective squads, their expressions determined, ready to face whatever challenge awaited them in the shadows. In that moment, I felt a mixture of emotions – fear, uncertainty, but also a profound sense of unity. We were a pack, bound by more than just blood or circumstance. We were connected by a shared history, by the loyalty that came with being a part of something larger than ourselves.

he admitted quietly, his voice filled with resignation. Why does his story seem so similar to mine? I couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy for Cody’s situation, as his pain mirrored my own struggles. My mate has rejected me too, and it’s a feeling I wouldn’t wish on anyone. It’s tough to feel like you’re not good enough for someone you care about.

"And yet, it's those very scars that remind us of what we're fighting for." The tension hung in the air, a palpable reminder of the conflicts that had been brewing beneath the surface. But as the embers of the fire danced, a shared realization seemed to take hold. Their individual struggles were intertwined, their doubts and fears born from a place of deep caring and commitment.

They bite me back and stream after stream shoot from both of us as we rock together and feel the bond click into place. Fuck that was amazing, but why do I feel like we are still incomplete?