Forced Bonds Novels & Stories

"I've missed this feeling" She closes her eyes and seems to be savoring the moment of feeling life inside her. The small kicks of life letting her know they are there and hopefully thriving. She whispers so only I can hear the lives inside. "I'm going to enjoy watching you grow up, little ones". She turns back to me before asking a question. "Do you understand how bonds work, my Conrad?" I'm flustered for a moment, feeling like I am being quizzed by a teacher. "Errmm.... yes. All werewolves' bonds are formed through soul links. The greater the tether to the soul, the greater the link".

I ask. “I can ignore it most of the time.” “Those motherfuckers,” I say and pull my hand back. I smear the droplets of blood off on my jeans. “What? What now?” “They created a doom bond.” “I’ve never heard of that.” “Landon or Easton or both of them forced a bond into being using magic. Your bond with Easton isn’t real.” “Isn’t that just a chosen mate bond?” she asks, and lets go of her t-shirt.

After this came the Bonding stage that included a public declaration of loyalty through an arranged marriage, the mating ritual, and mutual marking in front of their families, making the bond eternal and unbreakable. Once sealed, the betrothed mate bond functioned like any natural mate bond — with one key difference: no rejection could break it once it was complete. And that was why it was often referred to as a forced mate bond.

“Explain this world to me. How do these bonds work? What the hell am I dealing with here?” She chews her lip, her fingers clutching the sheet tighter, like it’s a shield against my questions. “The bonds... they’re forbidden,” she starts, her voice low, cautious. “There are fated bonds, what used to be sacred, the way wolves found their true mates. It was seen as destiny, a gift. But things changed. People—elders, leaders—they decided fated bonds were wrong, dangerous. Over time, they outlawed them. Now, fated bonds are rare, almost unheard of.” I stare at her, my mind grappling with the weight of her words. “Is yours fated? With Killian?”

She always looked at Grayson differently as if even though there was pain, she felt. "You said there are three types of bonds," Sage says. "What is the other one?" "The other one is the hybrid bond. Yes, it is due to fate that they are together, but there was a spell put to amplify the bond so much that it cannot easily be broken." At that, Sage pauses. This will also make sense on why a rejection still could not sever their bonds. The question now is if the bond between them is artificial or hybrid because Sage doubted it was solely fated. But he could not go and talk about it unless he had concrete evidence.

“This bond doesn’t weaken with distance. If anything, it sharpens. Be careful with it.” Timothy nodded. “And be careful with yourself.” I wanted to laugh, to deflect, but the sound never came. Instead, I stepped forward and hugged them—first Myron, then Timothy. The moment my arms wrapped around Timothy, the third bond flared again, sharp and sudden, sending a ripple through all three of us. Myron sucked in a breath behind me, and Timothy stiffened, his hands gripping my arms as if to keep himself grounded. “There,” Timothy muttered. “That’s it again.”

There isn’t a day that passes where I don’t wish I didn’t. Mr. Diaz sips from his glass, licking his lips after he swallows. “I’ve never known anyone who didn’t seal their fated bond, so I don’t know how that works or if you can ever get it back. But a chosen bond can still be strong.” Nessa’s mom nods her agreement. “With the foundation of the fated bond, I’m sure yours would be stronger than most.” “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Nessa sighs, rubbing her thumb against the side of my hand and looking up at me hopefully. “Right?”

“Bond and contract constraints.” This had been the bloodiest part of the redlines. “Councilors,” Park said, taking over, “you have before you revised language regarding forced bonds, coerced mating contracts, and Luna autonomy. After negotiation, the Council has agreed to criminalize explicit, provable coercion in bond formation—physical harm, threats of exile or pack‑sanctioned starvation, and confinement used as leverage. Such contracts will be voidable upon review.” Victor’s jaw ticked. “‘Provable,’” he said. “An important word. One that will be difficult to meet in practice.”

“Ancient. Dangerous. It can sever the mate bond, but only at a cost.” “What kind of cost?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Pain. Memory. Possibly even life. Severing the mate bond is not like cutting a string it is like tearing two souls apart. You may never feel love the same way again. You may never bond with anyone else. The Goddess does not grant second chances lightly.” I closed my eyes, Ryan’s face flashing behind my lids. His smile, his anger, his touch. And the moment I saw his father’s face and realized… everything.

"What's wrong?" "She... she's severing the bond," I gasped, the words torn from me. I curled into a ball on the floor, consumed by agony. SNAP. With one final, sickening crack, it was over. The emptiness swallowed my world whole. I felt like a walking corpse. "No... impossible..." I stared at my hands, trembling. "How could she... she loves me so much... how could she really sever the bond..." A colossal fear suddenly gripped my heart.