He Suppressed Our Bond Seven Times Novels & Stories

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.

I said. He was quiet for a moment. He looked at me steadily and then he nodded once. "The bond," he started. "I have been suppressing it since I understood what it was. Since before you were aware of it. I felt it and I shut it down every time it surfaced because I was not—" He stopped and started again.

“Then say it.” A pause. Then— “It interfered with the bond.” The words hit harder than I expected. My chest tightened instantly. “That’s not possible.” “It just happened.” “No, I mean—” I stood up, shaking my head. “This thing—whatever it is—it’s not supposed to be something you can just… switch off.” “It wasn’t switched off,” he said. “It was suppressed.” “That’s worse.” “Yes.” I started pacing. Fast. Restless. Because if something out there could control this—

After we broke the bond, Corbin didn't contact me. Just like always, he lost himself in his time with Liana. But this time, I was different. I wasn't heartbroken. I wasn't obsessing over his every move, torturing myself by staying in their orbit. "Are you sure you're done?" Maya asked, sliding a glass of champagne toward me at the werewolf bar. "He's your fated mate, after all." I let out a bitter laugh. "Fated? He's rejected me seven times. What kind of fate is that?"

The door closed and the three of us looked at each other. Soren had the expression of a man who understood exactly what was about to be said and had already decided his role in the conversation was to stand near the wall and exist without contributing. “It’s binding,” he said, which was contributing, but only technically. “Article Six, subsection three. The elders’ safeguard against indefinitely stalled treaty bonds. It has been invoked twice in recorded pack history.” Cade looked at the table.

A slow smile spread across Echabod’s face before it faded just as quickly. “Your brothers won’t sit back and let that happen. If your goal is your rightful position, it won’t be easy.” “I know,” she said coolly. “I came home knowing that.” He sighed, lifting his hands in surrender. “I can never talk you out of anything. But you do understand that suppressing the mate bond also suppresses your wolf, right? Our wolves feed on that bond. Without it, yours will be restrained too.” “I have lived without her for three years,” Ash replied. “I will survive.”

I stood in the empty room and felt the mate bond pulse gently in my chest and understood with terrible clarity why Cain had specified the deadline the way he had. Seven days. He knew exactly how long it would take the bond to fully stabilize after completion. He had been watching us.

"And a bond mark." I hear the word mark and something in my chest does something very specific and my wolf surges forward with everything he has and I breathe through it slowly. "We don't have one." "No," he says. "We need one," I say. "In seventy two hours." "Yes." We look at each other across the main room with the city behind us and the bond wide open between us and seventy two hours sitting between us like a door. "Tonight," I say. He looks at me.

My hands never stopped moving as I folded the last of my clothes into my suitcase. Whenever Stellan named a date for us to bond again, he kept his word. He was known throughout the pack as a man who never broke a promise. No one could dispute that. We went through this ritual once a year. By now, Stellan had rejected me seven times. When we were bonded, Stellan kept every promise he made me.

“The mate bond. The pull. The humming, the awareness, the way your body reacts when he’s close, symptoms of two ex mates in proximity. There are treatments for that too. Bond suppression. A specialist at Cornell has been running controlled trials, oral suppressants that reduce the mate bond’s effect on decision-making. It doesn’t eliminate it. It just quiets it enough for you to think clearly. To choose without the chemistry choosing for you.” Mia is colouring. Her purple wolf has green eyes now, Mason’s compromise. She’s humming something under her breath. She doesn’t know that the man across the table just told her mother he found a way to turn off her connection to her father. “You spoke