Novel & Cerita Mom Daughter Bond

"Comes home from college and steals her best friend's man. Sounds like a real stand-up mate." "Watch your tongue," Pete growled from the shadows near the door. He stepped forward, his presence filling the space, and Jenny flinched. "My daughter didn't steal anything. The bond doesn't ask permission. It doesn't check relationship status. It recognizes, and it binds. You know this, Jenny. Your own parents were bonded the same way, your father was engaged to someone else when your mother walked into Henderson's Gas Station." Jenny's face reddened, but she didn't argue.

She asked. Ethan shut his eyes tightly. "I just met her few weeks ago, she kidnapped and tortured me. How could she be my mate?" He asked in confusion. "She was your mate the instant you left you mother's womb. You were already bonded together and that can not be broken. Except by rejection which would cause her death." Alexa made him understand. "Argh!" Ethan screamed due to a sharp pain on his chest. "What?" Alexa ran to him as he went crouching down.

“So let me get this straight. Our daughter has a possible bond, who is possibly dead, and we have a possible description of him?… anyone else getting a headache?” “Me,” I grunt. “I don’t know what to do. I didn’t ask for any of this.” “We know, bean,” my mum says softly, kneeling beside my chair. “But you don’t have to face this alone.” I nod, unable to speak. My chest is tight, and I don’t know if it’s panic, grief, or something else. “Wouldn’t you be able to see the connection if he is her bond?” Mason asks Sage. “If he was alive and in this realm, yes. I only see four for her.”

“Like adults. So you need to wait upstairs while we…” “No.” Damon’s voice is firm. “She’s my mate. She deserves to be part of this conversation.” Dad looks like he wants to argue, but Mom puts her hand on his arm. “He’s right, Rob. She should be here.” After a long moment, Dad nods stiffly. I cross the room slowly, and Damon meets me halfway. The second we touch—his hand wrapping around mine, the pain in my chest eases. The bond sings with joy. “I missed you,” I whisper.

We did not have a lavish celebration. We had a quiet ceremony in the moonlit grove. Just Silas and me. And the pack elders as witnesses. We completed the bond. The silvery mark on my wrist flared with heat. It deepened. It became part of me. A perfect, shimmering match to the one that appeared on his. His storm-grey eyes held mine. "Mine," he whispered. A claim. A promise. "Yours," I whispered back. A surrender. A choice.

"And my daughter? What about her? Why is she a part of this?" "Our kind has a special way of finding life partners. We are bonded to one other person, a soul bond that we believe is given to us from the moon goddess. Your daughter has been bonded to the soon-to-be Alpha of our pack. This is highly usual as we are meant to be bonded to others of our kind, not humans." "No," my mom says suddenly. "No. She is not being bonded to some random guy. She is not being bonded to a guy that turns into a wolf. Undo it. I don't care. I will not have this."

“Your mate.” Brock shifted, his body instinctively blocking me from their view. His voice dropped to lethal calm. “What about her?” The elder clasped his hands. “You’ve not claimed her. Not fully. That hesitation cost you tonight. The rogues smelled her unmarked bond. A weakness.” Heat shot through me. My face burned. Brock’s growl rumbled the floor. “She is mine. Claimed or not.” “Words,” another councilor sneered. “But words don’t bind packs. Blood does. Flesh does. If you won’t complete the bond, others will keep coming for her. For you. Do you want your reign to collapse because of one human girl?”

The moment the mate bond snapped, my soul was torn in two. Pain exploded in my chest, a thousand silver needles piercing my heart. I fell to my knees in front of the burning hall and coughed up blood. But this pain was nothing compared to losing my daughter. I forced myself to my feet, calling on the power that slept in my bloodline. The blood of the Moon Goddess. The legacy of a family of healers. A silver light enveloped me, masking my scent.

“Chloe, what are you standing there for? It’s time for the bond.” Bond? Great. I had actually returned to the day of bonding with Marty, the white dragon. “Father, I—” However, before I could finish, Leigh and Marty dropped to their knees, hand in hand. “Chief,” Marty said, “although I am the spirit beast of two maidens, my heart belongs only to Leigh. Let me bond with her, please.” At his words, the entire Rain Clan gasped.

Maude Jones scolded him the moment she saw him reenter tbe sitting room. "That’s disrespectful, Edward. Interrupting your father’s meeting! Didn’t I teach you better?" she shouted. "I’m sorry, Mom, but it was urgent. Dad’s not angry," Edward replied calmly. Maude fixed him with a hard stare before sighing in relief. "What happened?" she asked, her tone much softer now. "That girl broke our mate bond in public," Edward spat, his anger bubbling up again. Maude’s face twisted in shock. "What?!"