Shattered Bonds: A Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t shed tears for a man who had used me. I turned and ran to my car, with a shattered heart and a broken mate bond. Behind me, the fire continued to burn. The man who was my fated mate completed his bonding ceremony with another woman. This time, freely, without me.

Breeana's arms tightened around him as she tucked her head into his chest. "Yours. Always. My mate." He felt their mate bond snap into focus. It had always been there growing stronger day to day but now it no longer felt like a thread or a rope between them. It was like a path, a river, a bridge connecting both their souls. Binding them together forever until eternity. It was done. They were sealed together forever. Breeana's breathing grew heavier as she succumbed to slumber entangled as she was with him. He wouldn't mind sleeping this way but he didn't want to cause his mate any discomfort so he pulled out of her and moved her.

He grabbed my waist, lifted me, then slammed upward into me — again, again, faster — until he let out a hoarse groan, filling my womb with his seeds. We stayed like that for a while, trying to catch our breath. He pulls me into another kiss. “Now you have your answer,” he said, pulling away. “A mate bond can be broken by those involved. Your mother broke the bond— you didn't. So we are still mates. Raven.”

I throw these words and leave the room, leaving him writhing in pain. I don’t care what he is. I would never let this mate bond make me weak again.

But all If he was capable of such cruelty, what stopped him from going further? I remained lost in space as he let go of his grip on me, turning away once more. This time it felt like a relief. “Once the mate bond is broken, you would leave this pack immediately.” he said “What” I breathed out. With his words, it felt like the ground had been wiped from under my feet. Disbelief crawled through me. No. This couldn't be happening. “There's no reason for me to keep you here. There's no pandering story you can tell me, nor is there any child you can use as a pity bargain.”

She has yet to find hers, and sometimes I wish she would, only to stop the useless and senseless flirting. I'm not looking for another mate. It feels good knowing that I don't have to worry over losing another one. I lost my mate a few years ago. We were dealing with rebellion from a few wolf packs, and she was taken. I searched for two years, needing her back. My wolf was broken without her, full of rage, and slipping close to giving up his sanity. I reached my breaking point one year ago and came to realize that she was probably dead.

I asked, my hands bulging with veins as they clenched into fists. “You.” She said, pointing a finger at me. “You’re not just funny, James, you’re pathetic…” She said and chortled softly. “I thought this was just because you hated me and wanted to make my life a living hell for fun, but you’re just a man in need. I can see right through you, the look in those bottomless pits you call eyes, it’s all clear to me. You’ve raped me now, but you’re not satisfied, you haven’t felt the mate bond.” She made a pitiful clicking sound with her tongue. “You surely didn’t expect to feel the mate bond with me after all this time, did you? Oh come on, you can’t be that delusional.”

“I didn't kidnap you, dear mate. I saved you, and now you owe your life to me.” His words caused a shiver down my spine. Dear mate? Isn't he fooling around? Isn't my mate Beta Victor? The idiotic man that I fell for, only to be rejected after a three-night stand. “I'm sorry, Mister; I think there's a mistake somewhere. I am not your mate; I am…” "Eleanor Sinclair... the rejected mate of the second beta of the Moonshadow Pack.” His words, for some unknown reason, caused a stab in my heart. He didn't need to mention me being a rejected mate, did he?

"Goodbye." Outside, the pack house awaited my return, its walls echoing with whispered secrets. The moon goddess worked in mysterious ways, intertwining our lives. My second chance mate, related to my first chance love—this wasn't merely about healing Lupin and me. It was Liam's chance for closure, a bittersweet reunion across time and fate.

The echo of her heels clicking down the hallway was the only sound I could focus on. She was supposed to be shattered. Bitter. Maybe smug. But not… that. She was fucking bold, cold, and so fucking untouchable. The moment I’d pressed her to that wall, I felt it—the crackle of something wild and primal that still existed between us. That thing neither time nor betrayal could erase. The mate bond was fractured, twisted, but it was still alive. She felt it, too. I know she did. Her breath hitched. Her body arched. For one second, her eyes weren’t steel—they were fire. I know she wanted me to stretch her pussy so, so hard. But then she turned away like I was nothing.