He Suppressed Our Bond Seven Times Novels & Stories

The bond between us was stronger than any force in the universe, an unbreakable tether that bound our souls together inextricably. And now, as I lay here in the aftermath of that fateful night, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret mingled with the overwhelming sense of longing. I knew that our bond would cause problems, not just for me, but for the pack as well. The coolness of the sheets seep through the fabric of my clothes, mirroring the chill that had settled deep within me. Dominic's question lingered in the air like a haunting refrain, each syllable carrying the weight of an inevitable truth. Mate Bond. The words were like a crack in the facade I had meticulously constructed, th

The bond tugged relentlessly, reminding me that Ari’s heartbeat was tethered to mine, that his tiny fragile form belonged somewhere my enemies couldn’t reach. I clenched my fists, teeth bared, water running down my arms. “No one,” I whispered fiercely, “touches him. Not them. Not anyone.” The mission, the blood, the chaos—it all paled beside this. Seven days of missing him had proven one thing: the bond didn’t care about duty. It didn’t care about orders, or blood, or obligations. It demanded him. And if anyone threatened him… if anyone hurt him… I wouldn’t stop.

Anubis said more to himself than to any of us. “Yes, it appears that is the case. However, the bond that ties them all together is very, very strong.” Sylvia said, with glazed eyes. “What do you mean?” Wepwawet asked. “Their shared bond, the seven of them are mated and bonded to each other, one bond completes the other. They are bonded individually, and as a whole, it is a continuous circle. It is strong, they nurture and feed it well.” “WHAT?” Anubis hissed in my direction, as he walked over and yanked my shirt collar down exposing our mark.

“I hate that you deceived me. I have executed people for less!” She flinched, her arms hugging herself protectively. “We fed that bond!” He barked thunderously. “Every time we got together! Every walk, every breath of your scent, every time we had sex, every knotting, We. Fed. That. Bond.”

"We completed the bond. It's permanent now. Irreversible." "No." Dad shook his head violently. "No, this isn't happening. This is some kind of sick joke." "It's not a joke, Dad." "You're eighteen years old! You can't just bond yourself to someone for life!" "I didn't have a choice. The bond would have killed us both if we didn't complete it." "That's convenient," Dad spat. "Very convenient excuse." "It's the truth," Kyle said. "We tried to resist. We did a Trial by Distance. Ten days of separation to prove we could control the bond. We lasted ten days but we couldn't make it to fourteen. The bond was literally killing us."

I whispered, but my voice shook with the lie. "I don't think you have the luxury of being ready anymore," Diana said gently. She took my hand, and the moment she touched me, I felt her magic trying to stabilize mine. It helped, but only for a moment. "Your father built the suppression spell to hold until you were eighteen. To give you time to choose. But he never anticipated that you'd choose three mates. He never thought a triad bond would be possible." "So what? It kills me? Is that the answer?"

Right before the bonding ceremony, Ryan Summers faked his own death just to chase after his little puphood sweetheart, Rowena Blake. However, he never imagined I would learn every part of his plan from the floating barrage in front of me. With my disappointment hitting rock bottom, I turned away and agreed to the alliance bonding my father, Jake Cuttridge, arranged. Lines of text flashed across my vision, one after another. At first, I thought I was hallucinating from grief. Alas, the divine messages kept streaming in front of me, faster and faster.

"Well, it turns out it wasn't actually poisoning. It happened at the moment Zahra got her task force tattoo. It suppressed the mating bond." They all stare at him. "It's never been done on someone so young before. Usually, a warrior is already eighteen and has had a chance to meet their mate and form the bond. Our bonds were forming, but hadn't fully revealed themselves yet, and the tattoo suppressed them, damaging the connection to our wolves and Zahra." "I remember Lex was distant after that," Sam breathes. Lincoln nods.

His eyes widened, pupils dilating. "Impossible," he said, voice rough. "You're—" "Let me go." I wrenched back but he held fast. "You can see it. My bond. You can see what was done to me." "I don't—" "How many bonds have you severed?" My free hand moved to my concealed knife. "That's not—" "How. Many." I lifted my chin. "Three." Relief flashed across his face. "Then one more won't kill you." "You don't know that."

"Because he never marked me. He never completed the bond." "What?!" Sophia's voice grew louder, but my heart only grew clearer. That's right. For three whole years, he never marked me. Thirty-three times.