Novel & Cerita Shattered Bonds: A Second Chance Mate

Marcus shoved him aside and, with trembling hands, snatched up the paper. The first line was written in bold strokes: "Application for Dissolution of Marriage. Applicants: Marcus Hale, Clara Wilder." Julia limped in behind him, trying to clutch his arm like before. "Marcus, my ankle hurts." Ruthlessly, he ripped his hand away. "Ah!" The motion sent Julia crashing to the ground for real this time, pain shooting up her twisted ankle. Her face contorted as she sucked in sharp breaths. Marcus gripped the divorce papers tighter, his face pale, and showed her no concern at all.

“I begged. I roared. I didn’t care anymore—I just needed to see her. To hear her say it. Even if it destroyed me.” Hebathi flinched slightly. “But he didn’t bring her. He just stood there… watching and enjoying the sight of me unraveling.” And then my voice dropped. “That’s when it happened.” I looked up at her, and the firelight cast shadows under my eyes. “I felt the tear. The snap. Like something inside me ripped down the middle. Like my soul had been severed.” I tapped my chest once, hard. “The mate bond… it broke.” She inhaled sharply.

Not one that he would allow. As Lyra’s eyes open slowly and her gaze meets mine, I know she can feel it. I know she can feel the mate bond snap into place. Her lips part slightly, and she can barely speak, but the first thing she says is “mate.” It is both the worst and the greatest moment in my life. I want nothing more than to gather her in my arms and never let go, but I know that I cannot. She belongs to someone else. So, I lie. I tell her she is mistaken. I tell her to forget the bond that she feels for me, and when I do I see her heart shatter into a million pieces. Like someone just knocked the air from her lungs.

“When the bond was cut, the failsafe did not just regain ground. It expanded into the spaces the connection used to occupy. I can feel it sitting in places it has never reached before. Every time I push it back, it finds another route.” I rested my forehead against his shoulder blade, feeling the heat of his skin and the fine tremor that ran through him. “Then we keep pushing it back together. The spark that remained after the severance is still there. I felt it when you came back in the corridor. It is not the old bond, but it is not nothing.” He turned so that he was facing me. In the dull red emergency light the struggle in his eyes was clear amber fighting to stay present, black waiting

My marking ceremony with Alpha King Randall Sterling should have been the greatest moment of my life. But Lucian Graves showed up and ruined everything. He brought rogues and vampires with him and started a war. In the chaos, he forced me to swallow a potion that redirected my mate bond to him. Then he sank his fangs into my neck and marked me. He confessed in a frenzy. "Lycia, I love you. If I can't have you, we might as well die together." When I woke, I had lost my memory. Badly wounded and dragging a broken leg, he drew me into his arms with the reverence of a man at prayer and lied to me. "Lycia, my love, my fated mate. Thank the Moon Goddess." He loved me for five years and made me his

At the same time, a shiver snapped up my spine, cold and electric, as though fate itself had threaded an invisible line between us and pulled it taut. It was impossible. It should’ve been impossible. And yet the bond sang inside me, ancient and undeniable, vibrating through my bones until my knees threatened to buckle beneath its weight. I never expected a second-chance mate. Memories of my past mate painfully clawed at me. His betrayal had blindsided me. Selling me to rogues, orchestrating the attack against our pack, shifting the blame onto me to hide his corruption. And when the time came, he’d severed the mate-bond between us as if it meant nothing, cutting me out of his life so he would

A claw had slit my neck clean, and I was choking on my own blood, but I didn’t feel any cut or blood or my neck. I spat out blood again, but this time I was sure that it was over. I could feel the chain that had bound us as mates two years ago breaking, and I was breaking likewise. "Vincent," I whispered, trying to reach him one more time. Then a vision so real began to play in front of my face.

Chapter 25 Staring at the woman and your wolf, and realizing that your life has been filled with lies and falsehoods, was more painful than getting rejected. She couldn't believe what she had heard. The man, the alpha whom she hated with passion and who treated her like shit, is her mate. She had been forcefully married to her second chance mate all this while, and she never knew. "And how do I cure the king then, and how will I meet you again? I have a lot of questions to ask you," Aurora said.

still waiting. “Come here. Right now,” he said again, firm, commanding, gentle. And just like that, the mate bond ignited, wrapping around me. I tried to fight it. I did. I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, swallowed the emotion clawing at my throat. But the pull… the bond… it wouldn’t let me go. It never did. Before I could stop myself, I was moving, crawling into his arms like a broken girl who had finally given up pretending she wasn’t shattered.

"It's fine. Now that everything's out in the open, there's no switching mates for the ceremony tomorrow. I'll talk to Anna later. Once things cool down, we'll break the mate bond." Nora's eyes flashed coldly, but she managed a smile. "Sure. Whatever you need, I'm on board." … The mate-bonding ceremony was held in the most luxurious ballroom in the entire pack. The place was already packed before things even got started. Joe was restless, glancing at his phone repeatedly. He hadn't been able to get in touch with me since powering it back on yesterday, and a tight, uneasy feeling had been gnawing at him ever since.