Of Human Bondage Goodreads Novels & Stories

"Soul-Shatter Weed, Bond-Breaker Dew, Reaper's Kiss... She was researching how to destroy the soul bond between fated mates." "What else?" "She... she also bought a lot of material on how to make a werewolf fall ill without a trace," he flipped to another page. "Including the Compendium of Soul Curses and the Manual of Chronic Poisoning." Every word was a dagger in my heart. This venomous woman had been planning murder since she was a child. And I had treated her like an innocent little sister. "What did she buy recently?" Derrick hesitated, then flipped to the last few pages.

"Let me see." I moved closer, but still stayed out of reach and showed him my arms.. His frown got deeper as he stared at my unmarked skin and I could see him trying to figure out what was happening. "Maybe the mate bond is doing something different with you," He said but sounded unsure. "Or maybe you are not as human as everyone thinks." "But I have always been human," I said even though the golden light that came from me yesterday suggested otherwise. “I grew up as a human slave and nobody ever said anything about me being different."

The way both of us rushed to him without thinking when he cried out. That was not normal. That was not acceptable. If I stay here, I’m certain I will become that human’s slave if not his puppet. And I would not stay here long enough for it to become permanent. I slammed my bag shut and stood in the middle of my room, breathing hard, my monster pacing violently inside me. “This bond is useless,” I muttered aloud. “And I will break it.” Even if it destroys everything else in the process.

Maya I slowly close my eyes, but I know I can’t give up. I have to do something. I can’t be marked by two men at the same time. That is wrong. Sick. This has to be one of the twisted things these rogues do to their captives, forcing bonds, finding pleasure in being connected to more than one soul, all in the name of their cruel idea of dominance. I refuse. I will not be bound to this disgusting, pot-bellied, goddess-forsaken rogue.

Once that do, like you they will trample us all over,” Lady Jade said with her teeth gritted, holding her voice so it won't be too loud, “lowly slave, you should be grateful to be given food and a roof to live under. People like you are lesser than livestock.” “Perhaps, Jade, it is because you deserve to be trampled. You look down on others and that caused you to be looked down upon the same way. You might want to start rectifying your wrong doings,” I answered using the same tone as Jade. What happened about me being a slave and a rogue happened almost nine years ago, but the wounds were still fresh and the memories of my dying Pack and family wasn't good that I would ever try to look back.

Each page felt like peeling back a layer of Rigel’s soul, exposing truths I wasn’t sure I was ready for. The early entries were familiar, echoing the same cryptic warnings he’d given me. But the further I read, the darker the words became. “Human bonds have always been fragile. They’re drawn to us like moths to flame, unaware that the fire will consume them. I’ve seen it happen—time and time again.” I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. “The bond amplifies them, yes, but it also destroys them. Their bodies, their minds—they’re not meant to hold this much power. And yet they always try. Always fail.”

I was fine with it. “Okay. Close the case. She doesn’t want to be found, so I’ll just pay you for your troubles.” My mind was piqued for more information. “But, were you able to get any more information about her?” I said so fast that I didn't wait for the words to register in me. “No, Alpha. Except she wasn’t wearing any human ring of commitment.” He laughed, trying to loosen my tight face. I didn’t laugh with him. “Okay, PI. I’ll get your pay.”

I hear someone call out and Ross’ hand slowly retracts from my neck. I place my free hand on my chest, coughing and gasping for breath while staring at Ross in confusion, loads of emotions running through me. “Free her hand from the chain.” Ross orders, glaring at me. “And get Madeline for me.” He adds and walks out. “I…need…water.” I tell the man who was ordered to release my hand, still coughing. Surprisingly, the man ignores me and does as he had been told. Once he’s done, he stares at me with an expressionless face.

"I haven't mentioned sire bonds to them at all." "Why haven't you told them about the sire bonds?" Levi let out a harsh breath and stared ahead of himself. "When I was in Russia and I had learned about the sire bond. I tried to get some of Alexei Vladimir's men to snap out of it. I told them about how they were slaves to their master and that they had no free will." "Did it help?" He shook his head. "They all killed themselves just days apart. Some of them left notes saying they couldn't lead lives that weren't their own."

She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool. It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and t