The Bound And The Broken Reading Order Novels & Stories

And pulled. Pain tore through her chest. She nearly collapsed. Aria caught her. "Lyra!" "I can do it." The bond tightened. The Crown grew warm. The wolf suddenly fell to his knees. Lyra could feel the command pressing against her. Take the Crown. She pushed back. Not against the wolf. Against the order. "You're not his." The bond cracked. The wolf screamed. A sound of pain echoed across the ridge. Then— The connection broke. The black mark on the wolf's neck faded.

“Need your bites. Need the bond.” Jax leaned in, teeth scraping the curve where her neck met shoulder. “Here?” “Yes—” He bit down. Hard. Blood welled, copper and salt flooding the air. Sarah shattered again, pussy and ass clenching in tandem, dragging a roar from Ryder as he knotted her ass, come jetting deep. I felt the bond snap into place—golden, unbreakable. Jax’s followed, then Ryder’s, threads weaving through my chest until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began.

Henry’s POV The rain hammered against the glass like an angry beating. Inside the dim library, shadows stretched across the carpet, taking the polished wood shelves whole. He stood in the center, holding the old folder as though it might disappear if he blinked. His voice cracked in the silence. “So it’s all been a lie?”

Lyra asked, her eyes studying me in a predatory way. “Then he risks killing himself.” Mary spoke. My head snapped to her. “The first two weeks of the bond are especially crucial. That’s when our wolves’ souls were most intertwined.” Mary explained giving me a sympathetic look. “She’s a young wolf, breaking the bond by rejecting her will definitely kill her. You might survive, my Alpha but you might not. There’s also a chance that breaking the bond now could leave you crippled. Mentally, at least.” I looked at Alpha Thane wondering if he detested me that much that he was willing to risk it. I could see the consideration in his eyes.

Brenda showed some improvement for her HPB but now there’s a new disorder to be faced by Rosalie. ‘Obsessive love disorder.’ “You said before, you hate this so-called ‘arranged marriage’. What changes your mind?” Brenda wiped her tears and fixed her hair. “He was gorgeous, he was just dazzling and the way he looked at me made me nervous.” “And when all the bitch giggling around him made me happy that he is mine.” Rosalie sighs in disbelief but she keeps her stoic face unchanged.

Night fell, and I sat alone in my cold room. The decree stripping me of my Luna title had just arrived. Damian's flamboyant signature stared at me like something alive, grotesque, and mocking. I stared at the blank space where my Luna name should have been, my gaze empty. I didn't cry. My tears had long since dried. Suddenly, my chest convulsed with pain. A wave of indescribable grief washed over me. I felt it clearly—my destined mate had marked another she-wolf.

Mine line. The book was warm to the touch. Alive, almost. I flipped it open carefully, and faint light shimmered from the pages, like veins of moonlight beneath skin. The ancient runes writhed, shifting into words I could almost understand. "Blood calls to the bond, even when the bond is broken." The air thinned around me. My chest felt tight. “What does that mean?” I whispered. "It means she’s not done with you", my wolf said, tone uneasy. "The Moon doesn’t let go of what’s hers."

And then— He opened his eyes. Slowly. Theo stepped forward immediately. “What is it?” he asked. Capsin did not answer right away. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully, which in itself was enough to make Theo’s chest tighten slightly. Finally, Capsin spoke. “The bond is still there,” he said. Theo froze. For a fraction of a second, something like relief tried to surface. But Capsin continued before it could settle. “It is not broken.” The relief faded immediately. Theo’s voice dropped.

“It’s not just a curse. It’s a bond.” Caroline’s brows furrowed. “A bond with what?” Olivia kept reading, her fingers trembling as she flipped through the pages. The book spoke of a being trapped in a realm beyond this one—a force bound by ancient magic, neither fully alive nor dead. The first wolves had drawn from its power, and in return, they had bound their bloodline to it. “If the bond is broken,” Olivia read aloud, “the magic will unravel, and the one who carries the mark will face the consequences.”

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.