Severed Ties Novelas e Histórias

I almost collapsed. The bowl crashed to the floor, shattering. This pain... The mate bond. It was severed. I fumbled for my phone, my hand shaking too much to hold it steady. Two unread messages. The first: "Isabella told me everything. How Leo was your true heir, and Aria was just a sacrifice. Kael, I curse you, and I reject you. Our mate bond is severed." The second: "Farewell, Alpha of the Black Moon Pack."

I waited in anticipation, my entire body was tingling with expectation. I parted my lips, waiting for the brush of his lips against mine but then he drew back. He patted my hand like I was a child. "You're too good for being stood up, Tara. And too good for settling for casual sex." Before I could process what was happening, he'd already signaled the bartender, paid for my drinks, and walked away. When my brain finally caught up with what he had done, Jeremiah had already disappeared, like he wasn’t there to begin with.

Honey. I was still walking away from the gazebo when I felt a hand hold on to me. “Honey, wait!” I turned and shot him a glare. “What?!” “I understand that you are angry and you wish I didn’t kill Avery, but no matter what I do now, it won’t bring Avery back so can’t we just try to move past that?” “Even if it doesn’t, that doesn’t stop you from killing others.”

“Depends on how broken you want to be when this is over.” I laugh, sharp and short, and wipe more blood from my face. “Just make sure,” she says, “That you remember why you’re doing this.” I nod. But the truth is, I don’t think I’ve forgotten. I think I’m remembering too well. The tether doesn’t just show me Victoria. It shows me the threads between everyone. Cerelia and Soren, Arlo and Hilda, Scarlett and the fire that seems to adore her. Every bond glows. Every betrayal hisses. And when I touch those threads too long, they leave fingerprints in my mind.

She spits out before hanging up on me. Bitch. Well, I guess I’ll just have to keep fucking my mate until she can’t take it any longer. Maybe the pain of the cheating mate bond will take care of both my problems. Kill two birds with one stone, as the saying goes. No mate bond and no child to tie them together or claim the Alpha position later in life.

“I have thought of nothing but you, every day, for 7 years. It’s been so long since I’ve thought of what I might do when I finally found you. I’m realising I had almost lost all hope of you ever returning to me. There’s so much racing through my head. Things I want to say to you, things I need to know, understand…. But I can’t seem to stop thinking about touching you.” “I feel the same way. It is our bond. The tether that binds us. The connection was severed so soon, our souls yearn for each other. Without each other, we are incomplete.” I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he finished his liquid and stalked toward me. A look of determination and desire on his face. With his face inches fr

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

Not with him still going home to another woman. I wasn’t ready, but the choice wasn’t really mine anymore. That was the moment my life split in two. I tied myself to Thames forever. Not by marriage, not by choice, but by blood. And no matter how many times I told myself I’d walk away, I never did. And then, there was Piper. Sweet, innocent Piper. Not mine by blood, but somehow mine anyway. She trusted me. She called me mother. Every time she did, something inside me broke. How could I mother her, when my own choices were so messy, so wrong?

The invisible thread that had once tethered us together, pulling, stretching, tightening, is now nothing more than severed strings, unraveling into nothingness. It’s over. Kane steps back, his movements slow, almost reluctant. His face gives nothing away, his posture stiff as if he’s holding himself together by sheer will alone. Then he speaks, his voice rough, quiet. “You’re free.” And just like that, it’s done. Our bond is broken. Just like I thought I wanted.

His mouth opened in a silent scream. I had not pinched his bond. I had severed it. Completely. Totally. Every connection he had ever formed, from the military pack bond to whatever childhood bonds still lingered in the deep structure of his wolf, torn out in a single pulse. The way Sera's bonds had been torn when Dorian's wolves destroyed her pack. The way Kael's bond had been severed from me on the ceremony floor.