First Bond Novels & Stories

My knees hit the floor before I'd consciously decided to move, my hands trembling as I unrolled the nearest parchment. "On True Mate Bonds: A Comprehensive Study" The words blurred before my eyes. I forced a slow breath through my nose, willed my vision to clear: "The bond begins in dreams,visions of one's mate so vivid they linger beyond waking. The affected report seeing their mate's face years before meeting them, though neither party may recognize the significance at first."

“They’ll have to go through us first.” And under the cold light of the moon, the bond pulsed once more—steady, unbroken, alive.

"Women with this marker do not always receive a single mate bond. Sometimes the moon assigns more than one." The room was very still. "More than one," I said. "Two, in most cases. Occasionally three. The bonds are sequential rather than simultaneous, meaning they do not all activate at once. They activate as you encounter the individuals the moon has designated." He looked at me carefully. "You have already experienced two bonds." "Damien was not a true bond," I said. "He was a mistake." "He was not a mistake," Garrett said gently. "He was your first bond. The fact that he rejected it does not mean it was not real. It means he was not strong enough for what th

The first impact made the air in my lung get stuck, it felt like fire burning down on my skin then it throbbed. The second came seconds later, his callous hands hitting the same spot at my lower back, the pain increased by every whip. I lost count after ten, my eyes blurring, my head dizzy, the metallic taste of blood reached my tongue. I felt myself float into the abyss as the pain became unbearable, I screamed out in agony but I never begged for it to stop. The powerful stroke made my head go back violently, bitting hard into my lips, my eyes heavy with sleep. I don't know how long I could bear it.

I sighed. “Here we go…” “No, listen,” she said, holding my hand lightly like she didn’t want me to walk away from this conversation. “You’re looking at it from a place of pain, not understanding.” That hit a little. Not hard enough to shut me up. But enough to make me listen. “The bond isn’t about control,” she continued. “It’s about connection.” I tilted my head slightly. “That sounds like something they tell you to make it sound pretty,” I replied.

Skye stayed still under his ministrations before leaning forward to mark his alpha the same way. Linus groaned at the pleasured pain of sharp teeth sinking into his skin, cock twitching inside of the omega and wringing a strangled noise from him as well. When Skye finally detached from his shoulder-neck junction, Linus pulled him into a languid kiss. Mated. Bonded. They were bound together now for the rest of their lives. The sentiment was scary and while his mind rebelled at the thought, his alpha instincts thrilled at having an omega. This particular omega.

Her, Mykynzye and Chris were probably having their own conversation. “The first part of the bond is triggered when we look into our mates’ eyes. Our souls recognize them as ours, but the bond does not fully cement itself until we touch our mate. I am betting your bond with Mykayla was cemented the first time you two met but since you were so young neither of you had any idea why. The only thing the both of you knew was that you wanted to be around each other. All you knew, Devon, was that you wanted to protect her.” Iymyrae told us.

I feel a rush of something and Jason inhales sharply as well. “We are bonded,” Jason smiles. “What promises are made here, will echo into eternity. Jason and Amilee you are bound by promises and commitment. Neither of you should be careless enough to test or betray your bond. I bless this commitment,” Micah finishes and Jason and I hold our fingers our for Jared and Crystal to bandage. Then we turn and face the crowd. “All those committed to the support of this bond, stand.” I look out at the pack. They stand as if they are one person. My parents stand as well.

The taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, the sound of her quick breaths, everything made his wolf growl with want. She clutched the sheet, torn between shyness and the pull of the bond. “Mine,” his wolf rumbled inside him, pressing against her soul. Her own wolf answered, “Yours.” That single word broke the last wall of hesitation. Her heart raced, her body trembled as he slid into her. She let herself sink into him fully. Their wolves danced within them, pushing, urging, driving the fire higher. The world outside faded. There was only them, their bond, their wolves, their hearts beating as one.

Issued simultaneously with the bond as a covenant of recognition. The Moon Goddess had protected the wolf in the same moment she gave the bond — not reacting to what the pack would do, but as part of the bond's original issuance. Her father had stood in the formal circle and called the bond an error. He had said it with certainty, to forty-one people. The Goddess, in the same breath she gave the bond, had issued a covenant of protection for the wolf that came with it. That was not the action of a deity correcting a mistake.