Severed Ties Novels & Stories

She opened her eyes. Cassian was still there, his face pale, his eyes wide with the same shock of emptiness. He still held the blade. He was still her Cassian. But the tether was gone. The deep, psychic link that made him an extension of herself was severed. He was a separate person. The love was there, a hot, desperate ache in her chest. But it was just hers now. She could not feel his. She could only see it, raw and wounded, in his eyes.

Her cold expression had sent literal chills down my spine as I took it in, and I knew that I’d do ally ticked her off with how much I’d fought against her no matter how many times she tried to make me see reason to do otherwise. There and then, all the hopes that I’d delusional risen to soothe my wolf and I came crumbling down like a hay hut lit on fire. Even though she was now in my presence, it’d felt as though she was much farther away from me that when she was nowhere near me. I never knew that I could feel when a soul tie was actively being severed, but I felt it in the distance that existed between us and it truly hurt me that I and Miimii’s fate was being sealed in a way that’d cause

Where the broken mate bond had left its mark. “What I bring is this,” she said. “We will heal the severed mate bond. Not reconnect to Lyra. That ship has sailed, and should be left in sail. But the reserves will be absorbed, and-promise-the scar tissue will dissolve. Someday you'll be able to build a true mate bond with someone else. If you choose to. If you find someone worthy of binding yourself to.” I stopped breathing. Men who lose mates through severing seldom bond again. The scar usually prevents it. The damage runs too deep. I had accepted that. Had believed my chance at a bond like that was gone for good.

He'd even used the opportunity to demand I vacate the Alpha suite. The last shred of illusion was snuffed out. I had actually dissolved the mate bond. Right under his nose, one careful step at a time, without him ever catching on. He tried desperately to piece together everything that had happened in recent days, but the harder he tried, the more tangled it became. The full moon rose. A violent pain tore through his chest as the mate bond was severed — ripped alive from both of them. Through the haze of agony, he murmured without thinking:

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.

"I'm doing very well, Phoebe. They chose their own paths. They can see it through themselves." As for Hubert, he'd text me now and then from different numbers. He said he'd finally recognized his own heart and that he still had feelings for me. He said he'd cut ties with Alesha and that they'd had a falling out. He said he wanted to pursue me and asked if I could give him a chance. I blocked every single number. The last time, I warned him that if he contacted me again, I'd report him to the police for harassment.

“Then I’ll make you feel so much you’ll forget how to keep anything from me.” Her legs nearly buckled. She hated the ache in her body, the way his words filled her with dread and desire in equal measure. Carson turned her sharply, forcing her to face him. His gaze devoured her angry, hungry, unyielding. Slowly, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a silk tie, smooth and dark as midnight. Her breath caught. He lifted her wrist, slid the tie around it, and bound it to the carved bedpost. Not cruelly, not painfully but firmly, undeniably. Then the other wrist, leaving her stretched, vulnerable, trembling against the sheets.

"Marcus! Find Estelle's whereabouts, now!" "Alpha, I've already looked…" Marcus's voice was cautious. "Miss Estelle and her parents have formally severed their ties with the pack." "What does that mean?" "They… are no longer members of the Black Moon Pack." The phone slipped from Kaelen's hand and shattered on the floor. To sever one's pack ties was a final, absolute break. It meant Estelle was never coming back. He ran wildly back to the garden, desperate to find any evidence that she had ever been there.

Selene’s subtle manipulation had left doubt lingering, questioning Kael’s choices, his mate, and the unorthodox strength of their bond. Kael stopped at the center of the gathering, golden eyes blazing. “Selene tried to divide us,” he said, voice firm, unwavering. “But the bond she underestimated has carried us through every shadow, every trap, every lie. We are stronger. United. And unbreakable.”

“She’s not answering.” Dean clenched his fists, his wolf snarling inside him. “It’s not just that.” His voice was low, dangerous. “She’s gone.” Dylan froze, his entire body going rigid. Damien’s eyes flashed. “The bond?” Dean’s jaw locked. “It’s severed.” The room turned deadly silent. It wasn’t possible. A mate bond, once formed, wasn’t something that simply broke. Not unless something unnatural forced it apart. Dylan was already moving, throwing on a pair of jeans, his movements quick and controlled despite the anger radiating off him. “She wouldn’t just disappear. Not without telling us.”