The Bound And The Broken Reading Order Novels & Stories

The bracelet he had made for me. Tears flooded his eyes as he held the bracelet in his shaking hand, his body racked with sorrow. The word "Violetta" was engraved on the surface—his own handwriting. He had made it for me with his own hands. When he placed it on my wrist, I had smiled and said, "I'll cherish this forever. I won't ever take it off unless I'm dead." Now, Kaelen was shaking as he screamed my name—his voice cracked with grief, and he passed out in the end.

Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight. I quickly rushed towards him, supporting him and frantically checking him as if I could find out what was wrong with him. Adam was mumbling something and stumbled. Then he looked at me and he was suddenly angry and pushed me aside so hard that I fell on the floor. I whimpered in pain as my arm hit the corner of the coffee table, and blood started to pour out of the cut. I looked up at Adam with tears in my eyes, hoping to see regret in his eyes, but I found anger instead.

But her efforts were of no use. Through all the distance, I didn't want to look back, nothing else mattered to me, I felt empty, broken and incomplete. All that went through my mind were memories, memories of our time together. Me with Jade and with him,(Roderigo). "Look where you're going you crazy lady!" A woman yelled peeping out from her class. I hit myself on few obstacles and cars, making some passengers and drivers to yell at me, but I didn't care. To me, it was as if the whole world was mute and went void.

My communication crystal pulsed with a frantic plea from our mind-link. “Elara, I ended it. The temporary bond is broken. Meet me at the Moon Goddess altar at sunrise. I'll prove to you that you are the only one.” The crystal pulsed in my bag, a frantic, desperate beat. I didn't need to hear the words. I already knew what he was saying. But as the portal flared to life before me, I silenced the crystal, severing the link for good. And I didn't look back.

I screamed as my chest seared. My vision blurred. Flames raced up my arms, my neck, and my spine. The bond flipped like a blade in reverse, cutting from his soul back into mine. I fell to the ground. Hands spasming. My magic, trying to pull itself apart. And then— Thorne tackled me to the floor, muttering something in the Old Tongue. His voice cut through the fire. The bond pulsed once more— Then dimmed. Not broken. Not healed. Just… scarred.

“Don’t tell me. But you know I’ll give as good as I get.” “I’m counting on it.” Atticus could hardly see through the rage brimming within him, tinting his vision red. It turned Ralphin – his Beta, his best friend – into nothing more than a gleaming target. His hold on himself was slipping with every word, every taunt, and every second that he couldn’t get the sight of Lily’s crumpled face out of his head. He’d broken her. He’d felt it, the beginnings of love, the irrevocable ties of the mate bond – and he’d broken her. And, he thought, side-stepping one of Ralphin’s better kicks, he’d broken himself, too.

Why was she hung up on this? ”Hey, Lydia,” I nudged her shoulder which seemed to get her out of whatever trans she was in. ”Yeah?” ”Flip the page,” I said and gestured to the book. Lydia cleared her throat and flipped the page. The words were faded to such an extent that it was nearly impossible to read them. There was that branch again only this time it was broken in the middle with thorns sticking out on each side. They were a faded red which seemed to symbolize blood.

Because suddenly every move made sense in the worst possible order. The binding. The timing. The selection. The manipulation. I swallowed hard and leaned forward, elbows on my knees now because sitting upright suddenly felt impossible. “My wolf,” I murmured. Raven stepped slightly closer, “What about it.” I looked up at him finally. “When the binding broke,” I said, “that was not normal.” Raven’s expression shifted slightly but he stayed calm, “No, it was not.” “It felt old,” I admitted quietly, “older than me.”

Just moments ago, he thought he had finally stolen everything from me. But now everything had vanished like smoke. He couldn't accept it. He struggled desperately to stand. But the moment he lifted himself out of the wheelchair, he lost his balance and crashed onto the floor. This time, no one helped him.

I had just opened my mouth to answer. “Caelan.” From upstairs, Isolde stood beside the staircase, her silk nightgown slipping loosely off one shoulder. “My dresses arrived. Come help me choose.” Caelan released me immediately, stood up, and walked upstairs. I lowered my head and lightly brushed my fingers across the blood bond document. The words written across it had already started fading. In a few more days, there would be nothing left on that page at all. Only a completely blank sheet of paper.