Mom Daughter Bond Novels & Stories

“I didn't see anything; I just felt the bonding finally complete. I think everyone felt the sexual explosion of that bond.” My mouth fell open wide. “I didn't need to know that, Mom.” My mother laughed in amusement. “Now that you are bonded, I need you to be much stronger, form a united front with your mates, and be very open-minded. There are some truths that can be uncomfortable,” my mother said earnestly. “What do you mean?” “That you guys need to get ready to leave, you need to do it once today's trial is over, not tomorrow like you had planned,” my mother said in a hurry.

As I head towards the passageway connecting the east wing to the west, my thoughts filter back to what she said. Soon, I will have to meet the moon goddess in person, and while I am not disturbed by that- I am actually looking forward to it- I am truly worried about leaving Damien alone. I don't want to. As she said, we had completed the mating bond. We are one. Why can't he come with me? That reason of him not being a demigod doesn't work. “How about the fact that he is an Alpha and can't just leave his pack to go traipsing the wilderness? Does that work for you?”

Then louder and firmer: “No. I’ve waited for you for years. I’ve felt this bond since the moment I walked in. And now I finally meet you, and you treat me like this?” Something shifted in his eyes. His mouth twitched as though holding something back. And then he snapped. “You’re delusional.” He spat the word like venom. “You’re just some desperate girl from Moonstone. You’re not my mate. You’re just a wannabe” The name hit her like a slap. Wannabe. The girl who claimed a bond that didn’t exist. A murmur rose in the crowd, louder now. The man beside him, about the same age as him, gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “Alpha…” he said quietly, trying to calm him. He gave a small nod of warnin

Even though I always knew I didn’t fully belong, I never said it out loud. There was no point. We fulfilled our duty: to ensure the laws of our homeland were respected and that traitors in the United States received the punishment they deserved. We were enforcers. Instruments of balance. Nothing more. Until our mother enrolled us in the bonding program. And everything changed. Ever since Natalia rejected us last week, there's something I can't understand. She looked at us. She felt what we felt. The bond was there. Dormant. Vibrant. As wild and clear as a scream in the middle of your chest.

"I can prove it. I wasn't kidding about being really powerful. I am, indeed, a full blooded Chosen... among other things. One of my gifts is being able to see the Goddess's mate bonds. When you have a pairing, the bond symbols on your wrist glow a bright golden color." I said, as I let my power flow down my wrist. My mate's bond symbols glowed brightly. Julian's eyes widened in awe. I reached for my dad. He stepped to me and gave me his hand. I allowed my energy to flow to his wrist, exposing his bond. "When that bond has died, meaning one or both in said pairing has passed on, the bond no longer shines gold. It is black against the skin... just like my dad's. Like I said, my mother was his

I heard my mum ask. I nodded, hoping I would understand what she said. “You cannot fight the mate bond. The moon goddess knows what's best for you. So when your mate comes, you should be willing to bond with him,” she said, rubbing my arm. “I understand you, mum,” I said. Why would I want to fight my mate bond? I knew the kind of mate I would have. He would love me with every muscle in his body. He would cherish me. He would fight for me. Why would I fight our bond?

"It's beautiful. They'll love it." Rhydian knelt beside her. "Maybe you'll be a builder when you grow up." "A Bond Singer like Mama," she corrected firmly. He smiled at me over her head. "Maybe both." Later, after the children were with their caretakers, I walked through the manor alone. It was something I did often checking on the pack, feeling the bonds that connected us all. In the healing wing, my mother worked with a young wolf whose bond had been damaged in an accident. She looked up as I entered and smiled.

“Because last time I checked, a mate bond doesn’t ask for your permission. It doesn’t bow to your rank or your little titles. It just is. And whether you like it or not, your daughter belongs with me.” His lips peeled back in a snarl, teeth flashing. “She is my blood. My responsibility. I will not have her shackled to a Knoxl brute.” “Funny,” I blurted out dryly, “because from where I’m sitting, it doesn’t look like you get much of a choice. You can snarl and growl all you want, but at the end of the day? She chose me. Or maybe the bond chose for her. Either way, she’s mine.”

"Are you talking to me?" "Take my story for example," Mom continued. "Even with everything they said, I didn’t listen. That is how strong it is. Even the mate bond couldn't stop me, and that's how it is for everyone. If we want to be sincere, the only reason you are with the Alpha right now is because of the bond. Not because of love." "Mom…" I whispered, my voice low as I tried to warn her. Luna’s face had darkened completely, her eyes wild and cruel as they gazed back at Mom.

The performance escalating with the arrival of a larger audience. "Mum. Daddy." Her voice broke with the specific timing of someone who had been holding it together and couldn't anymore. She crossed to them, her steps unsteady in a way they hadn't been a moment ago, her hands reaching for her mother's. "Look what Daemon wants to do. He wants to take me for a mate bond test. With Irabella." The sob arrived — full, broken, the sound of genuine devastation delivered by someone who felt none of it. "He doesn't trust me, Mum. He doesn't—"