First Bond Novels & Stories

The dim light emphasised the rugged strength of his form and the flex of muscle under his shirt. My wolf wasn't as calm. It moved around and paced inside me in response to Dion's closeness. It made me think of the strong bond we had as mates, a bond that made my feelings and instincts stir. That was impossible when the link was that strong. I wished I could bottle up my troubled emotions and hide them away. "Hello, Kiana," Dion greeted me with a stony face, his voice a deep, resonant melody. I smiled, feeling the unspoken understanding between us. "Dion, it's wonderful to have you here."

When the speech ends, the officiant turns to me. "Now we will proceed with the formalization of the bond," he announces firmly. "Natalia, you must sign the document certifying your union with the Yakovlev clan." I took the pen with cold fingers and look at the document. My name is printed alongside theirs. Only my signature is missing. I take a deep breath and, not allowing myself to hesitate any longer, I sign. The officiant stamps the national seal. "The bonding is now official. The only thing pending is the confirmation tomorrow morning that the consummation was successful."

I asked. “Yes, but it didn’t start until after the first time we had sex. Do you think that is another component of being bonded?” he asked. “I am going to have to say yes. We can ask Adrian if he has noticed an increased need to feed. I am going to cautiously say yes, because your Uncle Ezra and I experienced that need,” I explained. It makes sense to me anyway.

"You're still recovering—" "I'm fine." "You're not fine. You were running a fever twelve hours ago—" "And now I'm not." Kyrian stepped closer. "The bond worked. The HSPD is gone. I'm healthy. Which means the agreement stands." He stopped directly in front of Lorenzo. Close enough that Lorenzo could see the bite mark clearly. Close enough that the bond hummed between them. "Let me make something very clear," Kyrian said quietly. Voice like ice. "The bonding gave you a biological connection to me. That's it. It doesn't give you control. It doesn't give you the right to tell me what to do or where to go."

She lied to me my whole life because she thought the lie would keep me safe. Cael is shaking, every muscle in his body locked tight. “She left me,” he says, his voice broken because he is not a king right now, just a boy who was left in a cold room. Gold flickers in his black eyes because his wolf is hurt. I want to be mad at her, but I am not. I want to hate him, but I cannot. The bond in my chest is not a mate bond because the Goddess did not make it. It is a twin bond because we were born together, and the tree woke it up when he tasted my blood. That is why it feels like breathing. It has always been there, even before we knew what it was.

“Close the door behind you.” She didn’t say a word as she walked back to bolt the door, her heart pounding. “Have a seat.” She obeyed quietly, taking a seat and bringing it to the edge of his bed. “Why did you not tell me about the mate bond?” His voice was still low from weakness, but you could hear the authority in it. Silver’s face hardened, remembering the feeling of shame from the moment that they met. “Because there was nothing to tell, Father.” “What do you mean by there was nothing to tell Silver? He is the mate ordained to you by the moon goddess. That is not something you dismiss out of sheer personal wishes.” His brows furrowed at her response.

Not a word. A heartbeat. THUMP. Aela's eyes filled with tears. "That's not the Bond," she said. "Then what is it?" She looked straight at me. "The Bond is what connects us." The room shook with the next pulse before she finished. "That is what the Bond is connected to."

Soren agreed. "Which means the bonds will complete when I say they do. Not when the Conclave arranges a crisis to force my hand." "Yes." "And you." I looked directly at Soren. "First. Not because the Conclave wants it that way, but because my grandmother said you were the foundation." Soren stared at me, his breathing shallow. "Yes." "What does the first bond actually look like?" The room went completely still. It was that specific, heavy quiet that happens when a question that has been building for weeks is finally asked out loud.

he said, without being told. "Yes," I said. "New bonds are unstable in the first month," he said. "Vulnerable to external interference in ways that established bonds are not. What you are asking for is not simple interference though. You want distortion. You want the wolf to reach for the bond and find friction where there should be warmth." "Yes," I said. "That is exactly what I want." "That requires proximity," he said. "To both of them simultaneously. The distortion must be placed on both sides of the bond at the same moment or one wolf compensates for the other and the effect collapses within hours. One sided distortion is useless."

‘How? Chuckling around a mouth full of cock does Jake move to answer. ‘Its because of our bond Tori. You and I along with Zak and Alex each have a bond. A soul bond if you will. A bond greater than any mate bond could ever give us. It’s a bond that’s always been there till now.’ ‘So… I wasn’t imagining your voice that one day?’ ‘Nope. Sorry little mate. I’m real, very real. Now cum for me. I know you want to.’