Ruthless Bond Novels & Stories

As he turned to leave, Rhett said the words none of them wanted to hear. "If you keep on going like this... it would be harder to ignore the bond." Hazel paused, his breath hitched, and his eyes flickered. "There is no bond... I am an active beta, and my prince is an alpha."

I whined, a distinct current of bitter irritation compromising my vocal delivery. "Well... that parameter represents nothing more than a preliminary betrothal phase. Is your system genuinely claiming an absolute lack of tactical capacity to ruthlessly sabotage that alliance and hijack his affections? Your physical network is heavily optimized with an elite tier of beauty..." Mama countered with complete nonchalance.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he clicked the first cuff around her wrist. "...you're bound to me, only me." The metallic click of the first cuff was a final, cold period at the end of the night's sentence. Cali didn't scream. She didn't even pull away. She just stared at the silver band around her wrist, the black velvet lining feeling like a mockery of comfort. Her grumpy face was pale, her hair a tangled, salt-crusted mess against the black silk pillows. "You're really doing this?" she whispered, her voice a low, mean rasp. "The great Devison Santoro, King of the Underworld, needs chains to keep a girl in a hoodie from running away?"

“You put yourself to shame when you tried to close that deal with the German investors last quarter.” “Hey, that was a completely reasonable mistake.” Marcus countered playfully. “Reasonable? You told them we'd deliver in three months instead of six.” “I was optimistic!” “You were delusional.” They argued, Leo laughed, and I found myself laughing too. “So,” Marcus said, turning to me. “What's it really like working directly with Mr. Grey? Is he as terrifying as everyone says?” “It's actually cool…….just a bit… intense.” “Intense, wow….that's a diplomatic way of saying terrifying.”

“Your father does a really good job cleaning the trash and putting the perfect image of you out there for the world to see.” I clenched my teeth hard. My jaw hurt from the pressure. Heat rose up my neck and burned my ears. My hands trembled with the need to hit something. “You should learn to give up. You’ve lost the Fontana merger deal to me.” Elena laughed softly. The sound was cold and sharp. It cut through the air like a knife. “Lost? No, dear nephew. I took it. Those photos are already doing their work. The Fontana merger board is whispering. And Bernard? He won’t touch a deal connected to your dirty little habits.”

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!!!

He kept one arm locked around Ivy’s waist, pulling her flush against his side, his fingers digging into her hip. "You always underestimated the 'Result,' Arthur," Dante said, his voice a low, lethal purr. "You thought you were building a host. You didn't realize you were building a mirror. Everything you did to her, everything you made her feel... it’s all stored in the 'Lethal Bond.' And that bond doesn't live in the hardware." "Five seconds, Dante," Arthur noted, checking his watch. "Say goodbye to the girl. She’s coming home to me now."

The rogue didn’t speak again, but his presence was a constant weight on my chest. I could feel the bond at my neck pulsing, responding to the shift in the atmosphere. The rogue’s words rang in my mind: The bond is a weapon. The realization hit me like a wave. I had always thought of the bond as a curse, something that connected me to Kael, something that had been forced on me. But now, it was clear. The bond wasn’t just a connection to him. It was a source of power, one that could shape my destiny.

“So I’ll make this simple. Cut the bond, Kellan. Whatever you’ve started building with that girl, you sever it clean before sunrise, or I take her myself and finish the job my way, and my way does not care whether she walks out the other side of it whole.” I stood there gripping the phone so hard my knuckles went white. “Cut it.” “That’s what I said. A half formed bond is a leash, and leashes get used by whoever’s holding the other end. Right now that’s you, and you’re soft enough that anyone smart could pull her straight through you to get what they want. A wolf with nothing tying her to anyone is a much harder thing to control. Cut it tonight and she stops being useful to the people huntin

But now that he's still carrying this madly huge amount around in his car, it only means he's still a part of the cult, and he's still as rich as he was—if not more that that. He's still madly rich. With shaky hands and sweaty palms, Ruth packed the bundles back into the bag and picked twenty out of it. She carried the bag back into the car, then she packed the twenty in her head cover. It could barely contain it. She struggled to transport it to the Brothers Quarters, and she poured it on the ground in front of the loan sharks whose mouths popped. "Twenty bonds, that's 4 Milli, keep the change." Tobias said casually.