Shattered Bonds: A Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

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

# 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*.

There was something darker under the grief now. “You would have killed allies if we hadn’t contained you,” I added. That finally made him lift his head. His eyes were red-rimmed, exhausted, but no longer feral. Just… shattered. “I know,” he said. “I lost my mate, my soulmate, my other half,” he continued quietly. “I’m sorry about that,” I said. “Even though I know no amount of sorry can bring her back, either way, I’m still sorry.” “Right?” he said, nodding faintly.

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.

"Our mates bond. I've felt it for so long now, and I thought you did, too." Pausing, he released a little pressure from his grip and added in a definitive tone, "Valeria, I'm your second chance, mate." My breath hitched in my throat as my heart pounded violently underneath my ribcage like the galloping of a thousand horses. I've heard stories about mate bonds, second chance mates, and how these so-called mystical bonds were irresistible and fated. Well, that was absolutely none of my goddamn business at this point. I had a revenge plan to set in motion.

“Your mate... he’s with another woman right now.” “No,” I croaked, trying to wrest the agony away. My vision blurred with unshed tears. “That can’t be because I don't have a mate anymore...” My hands trembled as I forced myself to sit up straighter, despite the crushing feeling that had lodged itself in my heart. “You have another mate, Kayla. A second chance mate.” A second mate? It didn’t make sense. How could I have another bond when the first had already shattered me? My chest tightened, anger bubbling up alongside the confusion.

4 Adriel It barely took a second to perceive I was attacked in the face and fell on the muddy glass, beside the frail body that kept whining muffled pleas. A fresh scar on my face and blood streaming down. Despite the brand-new pain arising from my face to my chest, testing me to divert my attention from the face hidden behind the brown tresses, I remained stoned toward her unseen face. She whined again, her soft grunts clinked in my ears, like a poem. It sort of soothed my heart but I couldn't admit she was my mate. I would've smelt it, felt it, knew it.