Tie That Bind Novels & Stories

"Fine." Conan looked—shit, he looked happy. Like he had won something. It hurt. But this was about proving I wasn't just a possessive alpha acting on instinct. This was about showing him he had a choice. "Okay then," I said, straightening. "You give us a real chance. That means real bonding and spending time together and talking and caring for each other. And if when the treatment is over you don't want this... we'll find a witch to break the bond."

Kenna closes her eyes and exhales, surrendering, but it’s Maeve who speaks, her voice tight to shield the same feelings her mother can’t help but show. “Binding is highly illegal and so rare it’s been, what, centuries since the last recorded case?” She arches a brow at Minerva and her mom, who nod in agreement, before I slowly turn around to face her. “You said Marianna mentioned to you that Dean imprinted on her before she turned twenty-one. Imprinting is not the same as being fated mates. It’s a different kind of bond, surface level. Rejection and the death of a mate wouldn’t carry the same kind of weight as it would for those who are fated, whose timelines cross, or however you see it.” S

I took the phone and read it. The page contained the information Jason had collected before the ritual was done. It laid out the blood tie, how it worked, what it responded to. And, near the bottom, it laid out how to break it. According to the notes, a fully completed mate bond overrides a blood tie entirely. The tie cannot hold against a real bond that is complete and consummated. I lowered the phone.

She takes our left hands, places them on top of each other, and starts wrapping the cord around it while reciting a blessing. “Now you are bound one to the other with a tie difficult to break. It’s a thread strong enough to hold you together but loose enough to allow you both to move at your own pace. Do not allow any outside force to break this bond, because many will try. Grow with the tide, but never let the current break you.” She says, ending off the last prayer by tying a knot at the end of the cord. Then she looks towards the sky and smiles, placing a hand on our bound hands.

"Teaching you a lesson." My pulse kicked up. "Theo, wait, look-" "Hands." He held up the tie. I stared at him, tugging my bottom lip under my teeth. I should say no. Kick him out. He's massive, I don't think he can be kicked out. Besides... I held out my hands. "Good girl." He wrapped the tie around my wrists, binding them together. "Now. Are you going to apologize?" I held my nose up in the air. "No."

"I don't know what's happening anymore. I'm losing my mind. Is something wrong with me, or is something wrong with the world?" Hearing how close I was to breaking down, Jane quickly said, "Send me a photo. Let me see what this tie looks like." When I hesitated, she sighed. "Come on. It's just me. I promise, even if there's something wrong with it, I'll tell you gently. Okay?" Even with her reassurance, I was still afraid. I only sent her a stock photo of the same tie design. Half a minute later, she called me back, furious. "Is Rick ganging up on you with everyone else?

They both were. They all were. Suki sighed, “Okay. Three…” The men positioned themselves at her neck. “…Two…” They both summoned their fangs. With a hitched breath, she exhaled, “…One.” Their mouths landed on her neck, and they clamped down hard. Suki’s eyes widened, and she let out an audibly loud gasp as the pain of immense binding magic surged through her.

But when I glanced once over my shoulder, his back was already turned, rigid, unyielding. By the time I reached the sanctuary of my room again, the tears I had held back finally spilled. I pressed my palm to my chest, as if I could hold my broken heart together, as if I could silence the voice inside me that whispered last night hadn’t been a mistake at all. It had been the truth neither of us were ready to face. And that truth, whether we liked it or not, was going to destroy us or bind us together forever.

Micheal hisses into her ear without stopping. “I'm yours.” She cried out, holding him even tighter. “I've always been yours.” My whole world crumbles. Violently. My heart crushed so hard. I gave her all of it, but now, there's nothing left. It hurts too much. With eyes widened in shock, I continued to stare at them. At him. At her. My bride and best friend betraying me. I feel like collapsing. It's her. Her voice which used to tell me how much she loved me. Everything about her is Sandra. My bride.

As the sound of screeching tires from a red Ferrari echoed through the compound, Isabella peered out the window. "Oh he''s here!." Isabella declared as she went outside to bring him in. The front door opened, and Isabella stormed in with her arm connected to a tall and a confident man with blue eyes. Breath seized in her throat as Sharon fixed her eyes on Davis. "Everyone," Meet my fiancé, Davis." She said with a brilliant smile. Davis moved forward, his typical grace slipping just a little as he fixed his eyes on Sharon. And he quickly looked away something seemed familiar about her.