He Suppressed Our Bond Seven Times Novels & Stories

“Noise.” “Signal,” I counter. “Signal without access is noise.” “You’re afraid it isn’t.” He finally looks at me fully again. And there, that micro-pause was confirmation. “You can’t fully erase a bond,” I say. “We didn’t erase it.” My pulse jumps. “What?” “We suppressed recall pathways and emotional indexing. The bond structure remains useful for energy routing.” Useful. Always that word. I’m beginning to really hate it. “So she’s still bound to us,” I press.

“My mother?” I nodded. “There’s an old story about a woman who tried to cut off a bond with an immortal werewolf. The record said she used a calming herb to suppress something—some kind of totem or bond mark. It didn’t work. The bond didn’t disappear. It just passed down through her bloodline.” She stared at me in silence, her lips slightly parted. “You’re saying… that bond was passed to me?” “Yes.” Tessa’s hands trembled. “That’s not possible.”

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

It was a bond forged in the crucible of trials and strengthened in the face of adversity. "Can you feel it, Sasha?" Alec asked, his voice strained from the relentless battle. "Our bond... it's evolving." I nodded, casting a glance at him. "I can feel it, Alec. Our bond, our connection... it's stronger than ever." The realization bolstered our spirits, lending us strength we didn't know we possessed. With renewed determination, we faced the beast once more. Its roars echoed around us, a reminder of the daunting challenge we faced.

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?”

“I already dismissed those girls from the den. You’ll be the only Luna from now on—I swear.” His voice trembled. He couldn’t even meet my gaze. His words fluttered in the air like fallen leaves—too late to matter now. I shook my head slowly. Then I reached for Lucius’s arm, leaned into him, and looked down at Shawn—just like he once looked down at me. “Shawn, on our seventh anniversary, I said ‘bond-severance’ for the 365th time.” “From the very first time I said it, I decided: if I ever reached 365, I would truly sever the bond.”

Even though I always knew I didn’t fully belong, I never said it out loud. There was no point. We fulfilled our duty: to ensure the laws of our homeland were respected and that traitors in the United States received the punishment they deserved. We were enforcers. Instruments of balance. Nothing more. Until our mother enrolled us in the bonding program. And everything changed. Ever since Natalia rejected us last week, there's something I can't understand. She looked at us. She felt what we felt. The bond was there. Dormant. Vibrant. As wild and clear as a scream in the middle of your chest.

I paced to the side, gripping the edge of a nearby table. “Right. So just to recap: if I don't want to be bound to a guy I can barely tolerate, I get to lose half of what makes me who I am?” “It's the only permanent way,” she said. “There are temporary suppressants but the bond will always resurface stronger and louder.” I ran a hand down my face. Fuck “You or him,” she continued coolly. “Either way, the bond can't be broken without sacrifice, without pain.” Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she edged closer to me. “Tell me, young Storm, how badly do you want to be free?”

"What choice? We need intel. Calen's betrayal opened the floodgates. If Kael's pulling strings, I go in, I end it from within." "And the bond?" I demanded, voice breaking. The emptiness ached, like losing a limb. "You just cut us off?" He cupped my face, thumb brushing my cheek. "Not cut. Suppressed. I used that old herb from the southern stores. Dulls the link temporarily. Safer this way. If they sense it, they might kill me on sight." Isaak's fists clenched. "Safer? You're walking into a cage. What if they break you?"

Seven times! That asshole, supposed mate, ex-best friend of mine, committed seven different sexual acts last night. I’m sure his dick should have fallen off at some point, or at least I hope it did. I don’t know if I can handle another day like yesterday. The pain became more excruciating with each subsequent act. I vaguely remember begging Ezra to be the mortal enemy he should be and just kill me. Not exactly one of my finest moments.