Shattered Bonds: A Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

But I could feel the tension in his body, the way his jaw clenched as he assessed my disheveled state. Seeing this scene - the obvious intimacy, the genuine care - Ethan completely broke down. He rushed forward, nearly stumbling in his haste, hysterically questioning me. "Why?! Why did you mate with someone else?! We're the real mates!" His voice echoed off the marble walls, raw with anguish. I looked at him coldly, feeling nothing but disgust for this man who had once held my heart. "Mates? Didn't you and Bella Rose already complete the mating ceremony long ago?" I let each word sink in before continuing.

Walking away from the edge of that bed took more strength than I had ever used in a fight. My fingers dug into the wooden armrests of the chair until the oak groaned in the quiet room. The mate bond wasn't a metaphor. It was a physical, violent tether anchored directly in my sternum, dragging me toward that mattress. It screamed at me to cross the floorboards, rip that pelt off her, and bury myself so deep inside her that she forgot she ever belonged to anyone else. But she did belong to someone else. The blood drying on my knuckles flaked off, falling into the dark fur of the chair. In the dim light, it looked completely black. It looked exactly like the dark smears sinking into the ice thr

“The only way to cure or stop the wrath of a damaged bond is to mend the damaged bond. Which is almost impossible to do. And it can only be done by the mate.” That's the cure? I don't know how it done, but I have to be the one to do it, then it should be easy. “That should be easy. Why'd you say it's difficult?” “Easy you say?” he muttered, looking at me in disbelief. “Mending a damaged bond is not in any way easy because once a string in the bond between mates is broken and a connection is severed, it hard and almost impossible to join it back. And many of the few that had suffered from the wrath, weren't able to.”

mate! I started perceiving a particular scent, the scent of newly bloomed lilies That scent was driving me crazy, I decided to follow the scent When I got to where the owner of the scent was, what I saw broke my heart My mate was being bullied and hit by a bunch of over pampered bitchy wolves Anger boiled inside of me and I roared "stop!!!" But the bitch and her group refused to listen And that was when my wolf went loose for the first time and I shifted

A slave. Damian’s jaw clenched, the memory of her face, her pain, flashing in his mind. Still he whispered to himself, voice bitter with pride and grief. “She’s mine. The bond still holds. She’ll come because I tell her to.” I’ll use the mate bond… The word hung in the air like poison. And then—CRASH! Glass shattered outside his office door. Damian jumped to his feet, heart hammering as he turned toward the sound.

# Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 First Kiss Aiden pov The word "okay" had barely left her lips before I was moving, drawn by instinct and need and the mate bond that had been screaming at me for two years. My hand was already cupping her face, my body already leaning in, and then— Her lips were soft and warm against mine, tasting faintly of salt from her tears and something sweet that was uniquely Sera. The kiss was gentle, careful of her injuries, but the moment our mouths connected, the mate bond *ignited*.

A second where I thought—**hoped**—he might take it back. Then it was gone. His expression hardened. “I don’t, dear.” The conclusive tone of his response stole the air from my lungs. Liesendra whimpered with a statement I could never expect from him. “Say it, Evans. End it once and for all.” I forced my gaze up, stopping the tears that cascaded down my cheek. “Then I, Evans Blackthorn, accept your rejection.” The moment the words left my lips, I felt it. A violent, throbbing pain ravaged in my chest as the mate bond shattered completely. It clawed deep inside me, sending out every bit of wamth and replacing it with an unbearable hollowness. My knees shaked involuntarily, but I refused to fal

“I don’t plan on sticking around once my revenge is complete. I’ll be seeing my mate again.” Well I didn’t see that one coming. Breanna was not Thomas’ chosen mate but with the way she behaves you would’ve never known the difference. I have heard once a mate bond breaks, it’s almost near impossible for the other half to survive. They either whither away from the pain or they take their own life. “Why? It’s not like he was your mate Breanna.” “He was my second chance mate! You don’t get a third.”

My heart seemed to stop beating as I watched the blood drain from his hand. “You're asking me if your life went back to the way it was after you accepted my rejection?” I exhaled softly, then looked at him. “A mate bond is like a heart made of glass. Once the glass falls from a height and hits the ground. The glass will shatter into pieces. No matter how hard we fix it, the result will still be the same. Such is the fate of our bond, Gabriel.” “Grace, I'm…”

I screamed, my voice echoing off the cavern walls. ​He paused, looking back at me. ​I closed my eyes. I found the massive, heavily fortified iron wall I had built around my heart—the wall that kept my vulnerability, my love, and my pain locked away. ​I took a deep, shuddering breath. And I shattered it. ​The mate bond, which had been starving, battered, and violently rejected, suddenly flooded with a tidal wave of open, unrestrained connection. ​It wasn't painful this time. It was an explosion of absolute, blinding perfection.