He Suppressed Our Bond Seven Times Novels & Stories

Three were somewhere in between. The case that interested her most was a man named Dray whose bond had been suppressed not by a single event but by years of accumulated weight — small betrayals, unresolved conflicts, the kind of damage that built slowly and was almost impossible to date. When she reached into his bond structure she found it not blocked in one place but compressed throughout, like something that had been squeezed from all directions at once. She worked with him for three sessions.

While I would be moaning in pain and cold, he would stay by Darcy's side, comforting her for what, a fever or a scratch she probably caused while cutting her fangs? “It's okay.” I replied, my voice indifferent, “You can call Bonnie now in case you get late because of me and blame me for it.” The last time he suppressed our bond, I completely lost my strength and fainted. He stayed with me for half an hour before he finally left. The next day he blamed me for holding him and refused to come back for the next three months. His face darkened, “What's that supposed to mean? The last time it's because you didn't eat well-”

“We’re even now.” “We’re not even!” Jaxon’s voice suddenly boomed. “I don’t agree! Alora, we are not even!” He was desperately grasping at nothing. Trying with his last bit of strength to hold on to the bond I had already severed for good.

"Humans manipulate. Humans lie. You have no understanding of pack tradition or what was secured seven years ago." Everything stopped. Kieran's head turned. Cassian's too. Sabine went completely still. I stared at Vivienne. "Secured?" Her face changed. Barely. Too late. Kieran stepped forward. "What did you just say?" "I said your bond was established seven years ago." "No." His voice became terrifyingly calm. "You said secured." Vivienne lifted her chin. "A figure of speech." "Was it?" She looked toward the door. I glanced at Kieran. He looked at me. And I knew. Same thought. Same moment.

The candlelight caught the sharp line of his jaw, the exhaustion he didn't bother hiding once the door was locked and there was no audience left to perform for. "You want to know why it's you," he said finally. It wasn't a question. My mouth went dry. "Yes." "So do I." He crossed back toward the bed, slower this time, and crouched down until we were eye level, his forearms braced on his knees,“In three hundred years of recorded history, the anchor bond has surfaced eleven times in this bloodline.”Eleven, Do you know what that means? "That I'm rare," I said. "Not that I'm safe."

Impossible to miss. "So," he began slowly, his gaze fixed on mine like he was searching for something inside me. "You don't need to worry about punishment for the Seraphina incident anymore. Just return to your hostel and continue your normal life. Don't write any withdrawal letter to the academy." My lips parted in shock, but no words came out. His presence swallowed every coherent thought in my brain. "As for the bond," he continued quietly, "my brothers and I had a healer prepare a Nut Tonic. It suppresses the bond and dulls the urges enough for us to stay in control around you."

"The way the bond turns distant. He gets headaches after training when his scent is strongest. That's not the natural bond. That's the drug working against it." She moved to Sierra's shoulder, checking range of motion with the same unhurried efficiency. "He wants the bond present enough to affect your behavior but suppressed enough that you can't use it as a source of strength." Sierra processed that. "Can you stop them?" "I have access to your meal preparation as head healer. I can remove it from tomorrow's meals." Scarlett paused in her examination, just briefly. "But without the suppressants, the bond will hit you at full force. You and Ryder both.

She thought: twenty-seven years of the bond in the fire. She thought: it doesn't go out. She thought: no. She put her hand in his. Palm to palm. Fingers between fingers. The bond hummed — the same bond, the same frequency it had always been, the quiet constant ground of something that had been chosen twenty-seven years into permanence. She thought: deny me if you can. She thought: nothing has. She thought: nothing will. The perimeter. The dawn. The camp behind them waking. Mira's voice from the briefing room.

I was born with broken blood and fragile senses. At twenty, I was revealed as the fated mate of Gavin Silverthorne, Seattle's top pureblood Alpha. The entire pack mocked him behind his back. Still, I celebrated in secret. We grew up together. I had loved him in the dark for years. Every Spring Hunt, every full moon, whenever danger struck, he was the first to put himself between me and the threat. Without the Moon Goddess's blessing, I would never have felt worthy of him. I thought he felt it too. Every time he stepped closer, my heart raced with joy. Yet he never truly touched me. Whenever I leaned in, his muscles locked up, like my presence was pure torture. I was a fool. I mistook it for

Tears streamed down her face. "We called in a witch!" she choked, her voice breaking as her body trembled violently. "We asked her to interfere with your bond....with your mate bond! We told her to get rid of it but she could only suppress it." The room went silent, so silent that I could hear the movement of ants on the far left wall. Even Apex stilled for a second.....but then rage so blinding came back twice as strong as before. "You did what?" The tone of my voice dropped low and lethal.