The Bonds That Bind Us Taylor West Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Lucas. I appreciate your support. I never thought my wolf would react like this." He caught a lock of my hair in his finger and twirled it. "Dion was there, I know." I nodded, feeling a sense of relief that Lucas understood. "Yes, he was." "Mate bonds are tricky; you are stuck with someone whether you like it or not," Lucas said with a small smile. After a moment of shared silence, I mustered a weak smile. "Is this how my life is going to be? Always on the run ? I don't even know why I am running away. It's not like Dion would claim me back."

Williams said quietly, his words heavy with power, “I need the truth. Did you?” The room went silent. Edward’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. At last, he muttered, “Yes. I did. To spite her. To make her hurt, just as you all told me to.” Williams leaned back, his lips curling faintly. He nodded once, slow and deliberate. “Good. That bond won’t stand.” Edward’s eyes lit up with sudden hope. “So… you mean… there’s a chance for me?” “I’m saying it will never work between them,” Williams growled, his voice low with wrath. “And I will make sure of it. I swear on my name. I will report this to the tribunal at once. That bond will not last.”

For us or for them. You blocked him? My heart twisted, torn between relief and heartbreak. You severed the bond? No, Ruby answered, her tone softer now, almost sorrowful. I buried it. Deep enough that he cannot find us, not yet. Bonds like ours don’t die, they wait. But if he felt us now, he’d stop at nothing to claim what’s his. And we’re not ready for that. Thalia laughed softly across the room, a quiet sound, and Ronan’s voice rumbled in answer. The bond between them was new, but already it surged like a tide, pulling them closer together.

"What's wrong?" "She... she's severing the bond," I gasped, the words torn from me. I curled into a ball on the floor, consumed by agony. SNAP. With one final, sickening crack, it was over. The emptiness swallowed my world whole. I felt like a walking corpse. "No... impossible..." I stared at my hands, trembling. "How could she... she loves me so much... how could she really sever the bond..." A colossal fear suddenly gripped my heart.

He raised his hands placatingly, “I already have, you don’t need the stone to summon me anymore.” “And why is that?” I bit out. “Because you made a deal with me to save Abigail. We are now bound to each other, you to me by our deal, and I to you by your summon.” “How did I make a deal with you when I was unconscious?” “You were awake when I removed the ropes and you asked me to save Abigail, and I said I would if you made a deal with me. You made the deal.” “Is that why you took me there to begin with?” I tried to scream, “So you could trick me into being bound to you!”

It was something deeper, something unspoken but understood between us. He touched the mark, then met my gaze again. “Now we’re really bound, aren’t we?” I nodded, breathless. “Yes. Now we are.” Jackson smiled, but there was something in his eyes—something that made it clear that no matter the struggles we’d faced, no matter the confusion or pain, this was the beginning of something real between us. We were no longer fighting the bond. We were embracing it. The moment our gazes locked again, the air between us thickened with the weight of everything we had just shared—the bond, the marks, the connection that now tied us together. I could feel my heart racing, the pull between us undeniable.

Something I didn't want anyone to touch. There was a charge between us, invisible but undeniable. A strange, electric pull that hummed in the air and burned against my skin. Something ancient, buried deep in the marrow. Familiar and terrifying. One part of me leaned into it—starved, desperate for warmth. The other recoiled in fear, instinctively knowing that if I touched him again, I’d lose pieces of myself I wouldn’t be able to recover. He looked away first. And just like that, the invisible thread snapped. I could finally breathe. The spell cracked, leaving behind a hollow ache in its place.

“we don’t fight this.” “Then what do we do?” he demanded. the red light pulsed closer. the pressure in my chest spiked. pain Real now. because the bond was being pulled. Not apart. Toward it. “It’s tied to us,” I said. “It’s feeding on instability. On broken bonds.” his eyes locked on mine. “And we just gave it access.” Yes. By opening the bond. by forcing alignment without finishing it. the thing surged again. Closer. Stronger.

The drug had made everything worse, but the bond wanted one clear truth. Taren was mine. And I was his. He kissed me again. I held his shoulders and kissed him back with the same need. He shook with the effort of not letting the drug take full control. I could feel that effort in every touch, every breath, and every pause when he looked at my face to make sure I was still with him. “I’m here,” I told him again. “Stay with me.” His forehead pressed to mine. “Only you.” I held him close as we gave in to each other and to the bond that had chosen us long before this night.

Where everyone can see us. We both break away, short of breath, my hands snapping up to her waist from where they’d been squeezing her cute ass. “Sorry,” I mumble. “Got a little carried away.” “It’s the bond. It’s designed to pull us together. And you’ve been fighting the pull for a while.” I shake my head and press my forehead to hers. “It’s not just that, Taryn. It’s you and everything about you. But I want to show you how important you are to me with more than just physical intimacy.”