Shattered Bonds: A Second Chance Mate Novels & Stories

“But then you came into my life. A beautiful, sullen, overly protective mess of a man and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. No longer did I do things to gain the attention of the crowds because you were the only one I wanted to look at me.” With Adom shirt fully open, Ash slid it off his shoulders and leaned forward, taking one of his lover’s nipples in his mouth, sucking lightly until it pebbled against his tongue. Then he pulled off and repeated on the other side, the deep, needy groans from Adom spurring him on. “I didn’t think you would actually look at me. Why would you? So concerned with your family and their reputation, even if you liked men, you wouldn’t act on it. I was falling

comfort someone when you needed it? Not that I was the best at communication. "Are you alright?" The calmer twin asks me, casting me a worried look as if I'm the one that is blood starved and on the brink of perishing. "I should be asking the two of you that," I pull the wooden chair at their desk and sit, facing them. "You need blood." I state more than ask and they nod, confirming it. "We just ....we haven't fed in a while. It makes sense as," Arsenio starts explaining. "Our mate bond is not fully completed, so our bodies weaken because we can't feed on anyone besides our mate and it damages our chances in storing any blood that we've consumed before."

And with those words, I turned and walked away, my heart heavy but my spirit unbroken. The Chapter of our story that had once held the promise of love and partnership had come to a close, replaced by the harsh reality of shattered bonds and irreparable wounds. The road ahead was uncertain, but as I walked away from the man who had once been my mate, I knew that I was finally taking the first steps toward reclaiming my identity and embracing a future that was truly my own.

I was still furious with him, the bastard had dented the wood of my nightstand, but worst, he’d made another dent in my battered heart. But with the bond fully in place now, I figured I would never truly escape him, and I loathed that he was now a part of me. I knew that even if I severed the bond, I would still be reminded of him because of the void inside me left behind. That young wolf, eager to soak up the outside world in my diner, had told me as much, that broken mating bonds left scars that never fully mended. Not only was both of the mates weakened in a physical sense, but also a mental one, like a part of them had been removed. But to me, it would just be another fucking scar, and I

“Mine.” “Yours,” I gasp, arching my back and moving against him to meet every thrust. “I’m yours, Callum.” It feels like something cracks open in my chest, a beacon of light flooding in and filling up the empty chasm that was left behind when our mate bond broke. It’s fleeting, but I feel it with every fiber of my being, like all those little glimmers that have appeared over the last couple weeks are somehow starting to solidify into something more, something almost tangible.

“Shut up! Shut up before I rip your throat out!” Maeve’s voice broke behind me, raw and desperate. “Carson, please… please choose me.” I looked down at her, her face pale, her body weak, her eyes still shining silver with love even through the tears. She was everything. My mate. My soul. My breath. And then I looked at him. Smiling through his blood, waiting for me to fall. With a roar, I slashed downward — and Maeve screamed as the bond shattered hot and violent, and blood sprayed across both of us.

His fingers remained beneath my skirt, small, subtle movements that somehow sent a current straight through me, making my mind sharper, but my body restless. The meeting continued. At one point, the Alpha’s hand moved again, his fingers kept exploring, teasing, wringing pleasure in ways I didn’t know were possible. My pulse stuttered. I caught his eyes, and for a split second, he looked… unguarded. Vulnerable, even. I realized something dangerous: the bond between us wasn’t dormant. It was awake, insistent, pulling in ways neither of us wanted to acknowledge. My chest constricted, but I didn’t let it show. Sailyn didn’t falter.

With a small smile towards her and an annoyed sound from London, Brendan takes a deep breath. "Our last rule is that no one is allowed to have any friends outside of Crash Course Rebellion. Only aquaintances."

Chapter 16 Hazel’s POV “I am so sorry. I did not know that the mating bond was still there. I swear I don’t want to be his mate.” I apologized. This was the third time I was apologizing. The attempted kiss had left us both feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. My heart was still racing from the expectations I had about the kiss and the shock and pain that hit me when I leaned in for the kiss. Nobody, not even my mother had ever told me that mate bonds could tie you to one person even if you did not like the mate the universe had chosen for you.

I sighed, slipping my heels on as I stood from the vanity. Turning to face him, I felt a rush of conflicting emotions, aware that my words were nothing but a facade. The air in the bedroom crackled with palpable sexual tension, making it impossible for me to walk away. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, fingers slipping around the smooth fabric of his tie. With a playful yet deliberate tug, I drew him closer, watching as he obeyed the silent command, his lips eagerly seeking out mine. Each kiss ignited a whirlwind of sensations as if it were the first time—my heart raced, and the undeniable spark of our mate bond surged through me, setting a fire ablaze deep within my core.