Meninbondage Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Mate? what, mate?" "Just because you erased his memory doesn't mean he doesn't exist. The mate bond is a lot more powerful than your magic, my girl." I roll my eyes, and Emma laughs at me. I flip open one of the books in Emma's pile, and someone clears their throat behind me. I don't bother turning around. I know it's Oliver here to nag me something about Devon. I brace my hands on my knees dramatically as I stand. "Well, that is my cue to leave. Emma, a pleasure as always."

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!!!

The lady’s words resurfaced unbidden: Bring him under your control. My mind went carnal in an instant, heat flooding my cheeks and lower belly. I imagined it vividly—Pedro on his knees before me, those piercing amber eyes glazed with forced desire, his powerful body trembling as I commanded him to touch me the way I’d fantasized in my darkest, loneliest moments. No more controlling alpha holding me captive; instead, him helpless to my whims, his mouth tracing every curve, his hands gripping my hips as I rode the bond’s fire on my terms. Steamy scenes played out in my head: him begging, the rut he fought so hard against turned against him, my name a desperate growl on his lips while I finally

“She’s not property, you arrogant bastard.” “I know that. But in our world, she’s my mate now. And that’s forever.” “The hell it is.” Rob’s eyes flash dangerously. “The Council can dissolve a mating if…” “No.” Maya’s voice cuts through. “They can’t. Not without both parties agreeing. And I’ll never agree. Never.” Rob looks at her like he doesn’t recognize her. “Maya, sweetheart, you don’t understand what you’ve done. This bond—it’s not natural. He’s twice your age. He manipulated you…”

he asked, and my eyes widened, my chest beating faster. "That's because it isn't a spray at all... it's poison. It's killing the bond instead of you... it's not killing you; you're never going to feel the bond again. You're never going to know what a mate feels like, and remember you have to take it every four days or... your scent will draw the king to you. You will be a puppet, his puppet forced to bear his children. It's called a mate bond blocker, a very rare mineral, almost non-existent... the poison will numb the mate bond," he blurted, and I yelped at him.

for alignment. My body locked. not resisting. not accepting. caught in between. zayden moved again breaking free grabbing my arm. pulling—trying to get me out. but I didn’t move. because I couldn’t. the connection had already formed. not like the bond. not shared. Invasive. “You are closer,” it said.

Capsin continued. “Something more refined than that.” “A system.” Theo’s breathing slowed again. But not in relief. In calculation. Capsin looked back at him now, his voice lower, more serious than before. “She is not just being held,” he said. “She is inside something built to weaken her.” Theo’s jaw tightened. “And the bond?” he asked. Capsin’s eyes did not waver. “The bond is being muted,” he said. “Not erased.” “Not broken.”

“Tyler Eric Houston, you are charged with eighteen counts of mate bond betrayal and infidelity, guilty by your own admission. You are further accused of putting your pack in danger by leaving a hole in the warrior defenses as a direct result of the crimes you committed. Mate bond betrayal is abuse as outlined in your pack’s bylaws. Abuse is punishable by lashes from the silver whip. Do you have anything to say before punishment is carried out?” Alpha King Bradford recited. “Vanessa Stinson is a whore and has betrayed the bond herself. She ran away of her own accord and is the one who created the hole in the warrior defenses. Not that there’s a hole, she wasn’t that strong,” I replied.

Ah—" I grabbed her hair, forcing her gaze to meet mine. "Yasmin, this is your only chance," I told her. "You must realize that the Titan Ape can easily sidestep you and take care of the white Wyvern. I only came here because you're my sister." "Alright, I'll do it. I'll break the bond with the white Wyvern, but you have to get Father to let me out of the palace and let me live!" I let go of Yasmin and dabbed at my hands with a cloth. "Done."

Every warrior, every elder, every rogue understood that these rules were binding, immutable. “Mate Bond Law. Forced bonding is forbidden. Rejection must be verbal and witnessed. Bonds may weaken, fracture, or go dormant but never fully vanish without divine consent.” My voice softened slightly, carrying empathy alongside authority. “These bonds are sacred. They are not toys. They are not weapons. They are the heart of our packs and the soul of our people.” A subtle murmur rippled through the hall at that, but I let silence reclaim the space, commanding attention with nothing more than the weight of my gaze.