Ruthless Bond Novels & Stories

“You’ve never cared about romantic entanglements before. I’m not saying don’t care now, but you need to remember who you are. You’re the Alpha of Blackstone. You can’t afford to fall into a bond that splits your focus, divides your authority, or gets used against you.” “I didn’t choose this,” Rhett muttered. “No, but it’s choosing you. And maybe not just you.” That got his attention. Rhett glanced up, eyes narrowing. “You’ve noticed.” The words hung in the air like smoke.Tarek rose and paced toward the window, arms crossed over his chest. “You’ve always been steady. Brutal when you had to be, but never reckless. But this bond—whatever it is—is making you think instead of act. It’s making you

"You took something that belongs to me. We don't have to be rivals." "You killed my aunt and my father! You kidnapped my mother! And now you’re fucking trying to act innocent?" Russo snarled, the explosive rage taking over his body entirely defying description. They heard a loud noise of shattering something through the speaker. "She's fucking mine! Your fucking father got exactly what he deserved. I killed them all, and I’ll kill every last one of you too!" The air in the room turned ice-cold. It went dead silent. An animalistic growl ripped from Russo's throat, startling everyone as he glared down at the screen.

Noting every detail of emotion. Like he was a puzzle to be solved. Roberto realized instantly what the bond was doing. Punishing him. Punishing him for loosing her The farther Elena drifted from him— the more unstable it became. And now his father’s threat had triggered something worse. Fear. Not his own. The bond’s. Mine. The thought slammed through him possessively again. Not dead. Never dead. Vittorio studied him for another long moment before scoffing in disgust. “You disgrace yourself.”

“If the bond is not acknowledged the completion cannot hold.” The room was very still. I looked at Damien. He was looking at me. At the phone. At whatever was on my face. “Mace,” I said. “Yes,” he said. “How acknowledged,” I said carefully. A pause. “Completely,” he said. “No conditions. No qualifications. No five years of unresolved distance.” He paused. “The bond has to be what it was supposed to be before it was rejected. Fully. In the presence of the original corruption frequency.” He paused. “She knows this. She knows the bond exists because the stone recorded it. She will use the unresolved distance between you as the point of failure.” He paused. “She will try to ensure the bond is no

“The bond is not simply magical. It is emotional, physical, and wolf-deep. A true mate bond does not exist only because a mark sits on skin or a record confirms it in the Archive. It responds to recognition, rejection, proximity, fear, longing, and public standing.” Maddox’s hands curled at his sides. Magnus continued, voice-controlled but direct. “Rhea’s bond has been buried, not broken. That means it is still trying to reach its other half while something keeps it suppressed. Each time she is publicly displaced, questioned, humiliated, or made to watch another woman take the position tied to her bond, the body interprets it as rejection.” Rhea looked down at her hands. Humiliation rose, ho

But when I say his full name, Julian Stone, she gasps so loudly that people look over. “ELENA!” she whisper-shouts. “You slept with your BOSS?” “Lower your voice” I hiss, burying my face in my hands. She leans in, her eyes wide with both shock and something close to excitement. “Are you telling me the man who ruined your life this morning is the man who ruined your legs in Santorini?” I groan. “Oh my God” she says. “This is deliciously horrible.” “It’s not delicious, Nora.”

Stubborn as sin. “She is not weak,” Maereth says. “That is why the bond is reacting so violently. It has never had to bend before.” “And Cain?” I ask. Maereth sighs. “He is trying to ignore it.” A humorless laugh escapes me. “Then he is a fool.” We both know the truth. A vampire bond ignored does not fade. It rots. It festers. It turns love into possession and longing into slaughter. “She hurt him,” Maereth says carefully.

The tremor of something carrying more than it was designed for and choosing to hold anyway. Ava turned toward Vincenzo. I saw the dart leave his hand. Saw it hit her shoulder and bounce back. And then the second wave hit targetting the bond directly. Vincenzo's dart. Something designed to sever the anchor connection at the moment it was under maximum strain. I felt it arrive like a blade sliding between ribs. The bond screamed inaudibly through the connection. The mate warmth convulsing, the anchor function straining against this new assault from one direction while the amplified transformation pressed from the other. Caught between them, the bond held, but the cost was immediate and brutal.

I wanted him to feel every second of what was coming. I hated when people dared me or crossed the line. Mateo had borrowed eighty million promising to pay back in six months. He had signed the loan contract with Dominic, eager to save his business. And now, eighteen months had passed and he hadn't transferred a single coin back. I pulled the gun away from his head, analyzing him. There was no need to rush his death, I wanted him to feel every second of pain before he would finally succumb to his fate. I was many things and patience was one of them when it served me.

"If the bond is the only truth, why did it leave you so cold? Why did it leave us in this house of silence and secrets?" "Because," he said, his voice hardening even as a tear escaped and tracked through the lines of his face, "the bond is also the most brutal weapon ever forged. It is the most real thing you will ever feel, Molly... and it is the most painful. It is the only thing that can truly unmake you. It can turn a king into a beggar and a hero into a ghost. It doesn't just connect you to another; it makes you vulnerable to the very thing that can destroy you."