He Suppressed Our Bond Seven Times Novels & Stories

"Your bond is designed for five. Adding two more will overload it. Collapse the structure. You will all die." "We have survived worse odds," Marcus replied. Through the bond, I felt consensus forming. This was suicide. This was impossible. This was exactly what we did best. "Do it," both Lyras said simultaneously. "Bond us. Save us. Even if—it costs you. Worth it." "Nothing is worth losing you," I said. "Either of you. Both of you. So we do this properly. We expand the bond. We become seven instead of five. We prove that consciousness can grow instead of just persisting."

it said. Sharply now. Certain. “The bond is severed.” “No,” I said. And this time The ground answered. Silver flared. Not around him. Around me. The system Reacting differently. Because the bond Wasn’t gone. It was Buried. locked. Suppressed. And that meant It could still be reached. Zayden’s body jerked. Just once. Sharp. Violent. like something inside him Had pushed back. The bond flared Faint. Broken. But there.

It was off-key. Memories of Luciano flashed through my mind, cold and sharp. A wave of horror washed over me. I’d cheated. I’d betrayed the fated bond. But then, a callous part of my mind pushed back. Why shouldn't Leyton be the one? He was actually here. He was kind. He was protective. If the bond didn't take this time, couldn't we just keep trying until it did? It isn't cheating, Sombra spoke up, her voice surprisingly calm. Luciano rejected us. The bond is a dead wire. We are free.

Ten minutes since the last. The twins were coming whether anyone helped or not. The mate bond gave one final, agonizing twist and then went silent. Not broken completely. True mate bonds couldn't be severed without both parties' consent, but they could be suppressed. Reduced from symphony to distant, aching void. Another contraction began building. Eight minutes since the last. "Get up." I raised my head, found Irene standing over me, and her smile was gentle. Concerned, the perfect mask. "You should go," she said softly.

The bond pulled toward the border with the specific insistence of something that knew where it wanted to go and was being prevented from going there, and even through the suppression I could feel — faintly, imprecisely, but genuinely — the warm signature of him. “Caleb,” I called, not out loud, just into the bond, pushing the word through the suppression with everything I had. Not expecting a response. Just needing him to have it, wherever he was, whatever state he was in. The suppression swallowed it. I pulled back and refocused.

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.

"Tomorrow morning, we will reorganize the shielder program. Only elite shielders will be on call at the borders. Anything suspicious should be reported to you immediately, Sanders. I believe with all of that, we can respond on time." They both nodded, now reassured. "Good night." After they left, I sat in silence for a very long time. My mark was itching, and I suddenly felt the need to go back beside my mate. "It seems seventy-two hours away from her is really affecting us," Thunder remarked. The bond was strengthening every day, and I hadn't even realized it. In the past, we didn't feel this way, and we were told it was mainly because of the double bond. What a joke.

Lucas, who noticed the change in my expression, laughed softly, as though he could read what I was doing. “Trying to call him through that damn bond?” My eyes immediately opened wide, staring at him with a flash of panic I could no longer hide. Lucas grinned in satisfaction. “You won’t be able to reach him, Fay.” My chest immediately tightened. “What did you do to our bond?” “This place has been thoroughly prepared using ancient sealing magic.” Lucas’s gaze filled with triumph. “Your bond was deliberately suppressed and completely blocked. He will never be able to hear your inner screams, and he will never know where you are.”

Never in my life I’ve I wished for the ground to open and swallow me whole…anywhere was better than being here right now, making sounds like a sex deprived woman. Damn the mate bond! Damn it a million times over! For f**ks sake, it’s been seven whole years! This stupid bond shouldn’t be this intense. But no, it shot through every nerve I had and left nothing standing…like it has been waiting for this moment to ruin me. Ughhh!!!

He tapped a line with his fingertip. "The restoration serum is dissolving the suppressant calcification accumulated over three years in her body. This process should have lasted seventeen to twenty-one days. Allowing the gland to gradually recover function. But last week she used an emergency suppressant in Parliament. Simultaneously, the temporary bond has been consuming the keratin layer on the gland surface. Two forces acting at once. The gland caught between them. Accelerating the metabolism. Her heat has been pushed forward by over a week." "So my temporary bond harmed her." Cain's voice carried no inflection.