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When the bear shifters had abused me, they had been rough and jarred one of my shackles loose so the spikes were not sticking into my ankle, that one relief allowed me to begin healing somewhat and gain a little strength back. It was during this time that doubt, self-pity, and shame started to seep their way in. Doubt, that I will get out of here, pity for my current predicament, and shame for what has been done to me. I knew Zane would feel everything that I had endured, through the mate bond. I hope he can stay strong. I hoped he would live. ‘I’m so sorry Zane’ I silently said. Would he still want me if I ever got out of this? Would he still love me? Will he be just as disgusted with me as

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 3 - Tyler and Mandy **Release Day** Tyler pov Day seventy-five. I woke at dawn, my heart already racing with anticipation and nerves. Today was the day. Today Mandy came home. After seventy-five days of intensive treatment, daily therapy sessions, processing trauma I'd watched destroy her—today she was ready. Dr. Martinez had called three days ago with the official clearance. Mandy had met all her treatment goals, developed healthy coping mechanisms, reduced her suicidal ideation to negligible levels.

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .

Faced below, he watched in complete awe, not knowing what to do. He furrowed with a crease before the glass shattered. He dropped in instantly, thus the lights faded. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 16 ; Hell 1 Feedback / Question :

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

But I ruined it. Again. And now I’m here. Alone. In my damn office. Drenched in moonlight and whiskey fumes. Surrounded by broken bottles and broken promises. Another crash. The crystal shatters against the wall, amber liquid dripping like blood down the paint. I don’t even flinch. My body’s still buzzing from her. My head’s still filled with the sound of her breath, her whimpers, the way she said my name like she hated herself for wanting it.

Lauren snatched the shard from my hand, her slender fingers trembling faintly under the sunlight. The moment she clearly made out the letters engraved on it, the once arrogant and imposing Miss Hayes suddenly found her breathing turning rapid.

Images flickered — Nathan’s secret orders, his first meeting with the Board, the classified directive stamped Project Prometheus — Recover and Replace. Her heart twisted, but she forced herself to look away. “He lied because he thought it was the only way to protect me. That’s what you’ll never understand.” The shards glowed, vibrating violently as cracks spread across the glass horizon. 6 — The Awakening Outside, Nathan watched the servers surge with light. The building shook. Lara screamed as a beam collapsed nearby. “Alina!” he shouted, gripping her shoulders. “Come back!” Her eyes were rolled back, her pulse rapid. The fragments in her pocket emitted a high, piercing tone — and then a se

Damien reaches for me instinctively—and stops himself. “You’re walking away,” he says. “Yes.” From him. From Zephyr. From every chain disguised as love. “I am not your Luna,” I say to Damien. “And I am not anyone’s prize.” The bond between us flares suddenly—one final surge of pain and memory—and then snaps. I gasp as the sensation tears through my chest, sharp and burning, but I don’t scream. I don’t fall. I endure. Because I always have. Damien cries out as the bond shatters completely, clutching his chest like something vital has been ripped away.

She needed to reach him, to break through the bond. She pushed harder, forcing herself deeper into the connection. The world around her wavered, her vision sharpening for just a second. The icy wind stung her skin, the scent of pine and blood filling her nose. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything **shattered**. She gasped, her body jerking violently as she was thrown back into reality. “Rose!” Judy grabbed her shoulders, shaking her lightly. “What happened? Are you okay?” Rose’s breath came in ragged pants, her fingers trembling as she pressed them against her temple. “I saw him,” she whispered. “He’s not okay.”