Severed Ties Novels & Stories

I felt his teeth scrape along my skin, before sinking into it, leaving angry red marks behind. This was more like it. My hands left his ass and moved to his belt, undoing it and his pants in record time. Palming his erection, I squeezed hard, enjoying his involuntary thrust into my grasp. Moving from his dick, my hands tugged at the knotted tie around his neck, loosening it enough to pull it over his head. Then I started on his shirt, working the buttons through the holes as fast as possible. His mouth never left me. He nibbled along my skin until he reached my lips again. His arms wrapped tightly around my throat as he pulled back and looked at me, hungry and feral.

They even pressed me to end my engagement with Catherine and seek a new match. Erik's triumphant smirk mirrored my humiliated grimace. Watching my family and fiancée unconditionally side with him, I couldn't contain my rage. I punched him and declared that if he stayed, I'd leave. That night, Erik disappeared, leaving a tear-stained letter claiming he didn't want to burden my parents or Catherine and would end the drama with his death. My parents severed ties with me. When they passed, their will barred me from their funeral. Catherine married me as promised, but for decades, she never talked to me.

I reached into my mind and found the bond—the fake bond that had tied me to Elias. And I cut it. The pain was sharp and immediate. Fake or not, it still hurt. And beneath that, a deeper ache—the pack bonds fraying, unraveling as I severed myself from Crimson Moon. I gripped the car door, breathing through it. It would pass. It had to. I blocked his mind-link. Severed the bond. Elias Gray was nothing to me now.

“Remember it. Because that feeling means you’ll never hesitate again when someone tries to put a bullet in me—or in you. That blood ties you to me now, more than your family ever did.” Her breath caught. “That’s… twisted.” His lips curled into something dark, almost cruel. “It’s the truth. Every drop you spill for me binds us. You think you can walk away from this? From me? You can’t.” The words should have horrified her. Instead, a shiver coursed through her—not of fear, but of something far more dangerous. She hated it. She craved it. Her voice was a whisper. “And if I wanted to walk away?”

he snarls, gripping the cell rods and shaking violently. “She cheated on me and you think she won't do the same to you?” He mocks. “Even if I die, she'll always be in pain.” He pauses, a victorious grin spreading in his face. “I guess she still hasn't told you yet but our destinies are forever linked!” He smirks in satisfaction. I shrug, then I step closer to the cell bars. Enough so that Liam will hear me as I'm planning to drop my voice very low. “I have heard. Matebond bullshit.”

“You don’t get to leave like this. You don’t get to vanish into a law and call it destiny.” ​ ​My chest burned with a sudden, fierce heat. “Then we don’t let it lock.” ​“You heard the system,” he reminded me. “Severance was marked irreversible.” ​“I don’t care what it marked,” I said. “It marked us impossible once too, and yet here we are.” ​​I clutched my chest, feeling the tension. “I feel you. You’re holding on. You isn't gone.” ​The man’s eyes widened as he looked at me. “The bond is still under tension. That means... he’s resisting the integration.”

“There’s nothing there. No bond. No connection. Nothing to sever.” “That’s not entirely true.” That made me turn. His gaze held mine, steady but filled with something I couldn’t quite name. “Even when the bond breaks,” he said, “something lingers. A thread. A tie. It keeps you… anchored to what you’ve lost.” Anchored. The word felt wrong. I felt like I was floating. “And the ritual?” I asked. “It releases that,” he said. “It allows you to grieve without being trapped inside it.”

She’d have no reason to take the simple moonstone one he’d gotten for Iris. “Stop messing around. You’re really starting to piss me off.” Iris meets his gaze. “Sever. The. Bond.” Adrian’s anger is at a boiling point. Fine, she wants to sever it? He’ll sever it. He can’t wait to see her come crawling back, begging him to take her back. “Fine. Be that way. Don’t come crying to me then when you can’t find a mate.” He releases her and takes a step back. “I, Adrian of the Moonstone pack, hereby sever any and all mating ties to you, Iris of the Moonstone pack.”

Severing more. One hundred bonds cut. One-fifty. Two hundred. The network screamed. Lyra screamed. We screamed. And then—silence. Every bond. Gone. Severed. Dead. The network collapsed. Completely. Utterly. I fell to my knees. The emptiness crushing me. The absence destroying me. Beside me, Kade collapsed too. His hand still in mine. The mate bond the only connection left. Everything else. Everyone else. Gone. "No," I whispered. "No no no no—"

Despite Adrian’s interference, despite all the obstacles, we’d succeeded. Relief flooded through me, so intense it made me dizzy. Then I felt it begin. The severance. It started as a tug deep in my chest, right where the mate bond lived. Like someone had grabbed one end of a rope and was slowly pulling it taut. My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing something wrong. The tug became a pull. Then a wrench. Pain exploded through me, sharp and sudden. The mate bond… the connection to Killian that had become as natural as breathing… started unraveling.