He Suppressed Our Bond Seven Times Novels & Stories

His palm hovered near her throat, his face stripped of mercy. Then he touched her face. The contact was gentle. Impossibly gentle. His fingers traced her cheekbone like she was glass, like she was something worth destroying himself to protect. "Seven years," he whispered. "Seven years of this bond like a ghost limb. Seven years of knowing I destroyed what could have been everything." Raven lifted her hand and covered his. The bond flared again, but different now. Less desperate. Deeper. Like two frequencies finally finding harmony. "I still don't forgive you," she said.

“Don’t speak,” said the man in the dark. “Not one word. If you speak, I’ll lose you.” I couldn’t have spoken if I’d tried. Serena Lim is twenty-two, wolfless, and invisible in the house where her golden sister is the star. When Natalie begs her to stand in her place for one hour of the sacred Veil Night, Serena says yes, because nobody has ever asked her for anything before. In the dark, the Alpha of Mandai Ridge walks the line, stops in front of number seven, and says, There you are. He thinks he has found the Luna the elders promised him. He has actually found the girl who has loved him for eleven years, and who is not allowed to speak. By dawn the veil is off, the pack is howling,

Firash asked. "I didn't think so either, but there are cases where a mortal wound is so painful that the bond is severed before the wolf dies. Imagine this, he gets hurt. He is going to die. The bond breaks. Something or someone intervenes and saves his life. The bond is restored but is weak." Mark looked between Firash and Jake. Jake pondered Mark's words. "It could happen." "It's happened before, in the legends," Mark said with a shrug. "You're right, it has," Firash said suddenly, nodding his head in agreement. "The seven."

I said instead of replying. “We wanted it strong so that when the right time came it would be revived. You needed to face your feelings and your past. You wouldn’t have confronted any of that if the bond wasn’t there to confuse things.To bring up long forgotten feelings. We wanted to see if your love for him was truly dead. If you would succumb to the bond or you would resist it. We wanted to make sure that you were completely done with Xavier.” The second one says.

She spits out before hanging up on me. Bitch. Well, I guess I’ll just have to keep fucking my mate until she can’t take it any longer. Maybe the pain of the cheating mate bond will take care of both my problems. Kill two birds with one stone, as the saying goes. No mate bond and no child to tie them together or claim the Alpha position later in life.

He pointed toward the parking lot, his eyes filled with rage. "You betrayed our fated bond! You betrayed the Goddess's will!" I looked at him coldly. "Our bond? Which one? The one where you called another woman's name as I was dying?" He stumbled back as if I'd physically struck him. "And another thing," I continued. "You say I betrayed you? Cullen, we were once bonded. But you almost killed me." "What?" Shock filled his eyes. A wave of anger rose in my chest. "We were bonded for seven years, in our last life. Don't you remember?"

His eyes met mine and for a second everything else disappeared. “When you were about to claim us again downstairs, something pulled at me. Not just emotionally. Physically. Like the bond was trying to reactivate even before you spoke.” Jayden’s expression hardened. “I didn’t do it.” “I know,” I said quickly. “But it tried anyway.” Victor stepped forward slightly. “Which means the connection never fully broke.” Jane nodded slowly. “It was suppressed. Not destroyed.” Jayden looked between all of us like he was putting pieces together too fast.

"They knew we would come here. They used it as a trap." Through our bond, I felt his memories surface the confusion of waking in an unfamiliar world, the inexplicable pull to Voidhaven, the moment of perfect clarity when our eyes met across the crowded club. Then the brutal interruption, the stasis weapons, the return to dreamless sleep. "Three times," I said, my voice shaking. "Three times we almost completed the bond, and three times they stopped us at the last moment."

I scoffed, and Zella was at the verge of crying and screaming now. “Do you know about the pills you have been taking? They weren’t medicinal pills… they were suppressants. Back when you were so restless and desperate because you couldn't remember her… I decided it was best to let the forgotten be forgotten and made the formula myself. I love you so much that I broke my oath and suppressed your mate bond against your wish, just because I couldn’t stand watching you run back to her… to them! Your brother and your mate abandoned you once, and I couldn’t let you go back… what if they killed you for real!”

But buried in a footnote on page 247, I found what I was looking for. A note on the interaction between omega/alpha mate bonds and chemical suppressants: the bond, once formed, actively works against the suppressant over time. The suppressant's effectiveness decreases as the bond strengthens. Prolonged suppression may result in physical instability, including but not limited to: accelerated bond formation, increased sensitivity to mate presence, and potential failure of the suppressant at critical moments. I read it twice. The math was worse than I'd thought. The bond wasn't just consuming my wolfsbane supply faster. It was making the suppressant structurally less effective. Every day I spen