Novelas y relatos de Severed Ties

Just once. Barely. But it did. Savannah felt tears sting her eyes. “You think walking away will protect me,” she whispered. “But you’re wrong. It will destroy me.” Jackson stepped closer. The space between them disappeared. “You’ll be free,” he murmured. “I won’t,” she whispered. “I’ll still be tied to you. I’ll still be connected. And everyone will still think the worst.” Her voice trembled. “And I’ll lose you.”

" I am cutting ties you, " " From now on, you and I shall have nothing to do with each other." The blade was already pressed on my wrist as I stated, ready to complete the blood tie severing ritual " I am sorry. "

"I strongly disagree." "Good. That sounds familiar." The Severance recoiled. The black hand around Luna's arm loosened. Silas saw it. "Present choice works against this too." Maeve stared toward the pool. "Of course." "Why?" "The Severance removes attachment by cutting the path between memory and emotion. But if attachment is created again after the cut—" "It has to keep cutting," Eliane finished. "And it can't keep up with everyone." Silas turned toward the others. "Stop trying to recover what it takes."

Behind us, through the rear window, the pack lands I'd called home for five years shrank until the road curved and took them out of sight. As the distance grew, I reached for the mate bond — the thread I'd believed my whole life was unbreakable — and severed it. It didn't come apart cleanly. It felt like tearing something with roots already grown into me, and for one blinding second the pain of it was almost as sharp as the stairs. Then I reached for the pack bond underneath it, older, deeper, and cut that too, until nothing was tying me to any of it anymore.

"That’s funny. Because from where I was sitting—or pinned, rather—it felt a lot more like an exorcism." "An exorcism," Xavier repeated, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Let’s be clear, Christopher. Yesterday afternoon, we signed our names to a merger disguised as a marriage. We stood in that cathedral to satisfy our fathers' legacies, not our own desires." "Last night was the physical manifestation of that contract. It was a release of tension that has been building since the day our families decided we were the price of their latest acquisition. Calling it anything more than a biological necessity is a fantasy I thought you were too smart to indulge in."

And it must be due to my growing strength. I never could’ve known what was destined for either of us. And so, in a moment of immaturity and glibness, I forced us to collide. What I had expected to come to me so easily, fleeted away with in a moment. Everything felt so much bigger than itself, then suddenly it faded. Next thing I knew; my best friend was at my side. Clasping my shoulder like many a time he’d done before, warning me not to get caught up with a beta.

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.

“Valkyrie, maybe now isn’t—” “No,” I snapped, turning to her with desperation clawing at my chest. “I need to know.” I turned back to him. “Did the ritual… fail?” His hands clenched at his sides. “The bond is still severed.” His voice was clipped, detached. The words hit me. Still severed? I shook my head, my body trembling. "No… that’s not possible.” “I don’t know how it happened,” he said, his tone strained, as if forcing himself to remain calm. “But it’s gone, Valkyrie.”

Kael lay in a circle carved from earth and starlight. Seren stood across from him, holding fire that no longer burned with rage—but with mourning. The Rite of Severance began. A ritual older than the Moonbound. Older than Emberfall itself. Rare. Feared. And for good reason. Bond-breaking wasn’t painless. Not for the body. Not for soul. As the final chant ended, Seren placed the flame against the thread of their bond. Kael’s chest jerked once, twice— Then stilled.

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.