True Bond Novels & Stories

But he was always careful and weighed everything from various aspects. It would be better if he kept this issue and didn't make a fuss in the midst of the ongoing pressure around the country. Baron Norman, famous as a dealer of various kinds of goods, especially jewelry. And his intuition said maybe this had something to do with it. "My name is Blake Wilkess, what's your name, kid?" "Thea..." "Last name?" "...just Thea, Sir." Thea stared at him, unmoving. It was her first time meeting Blake.

" she asked while grabbing another cookie. A neardeath experience followed by your guy friend punching your savior and potential crush in the face seriously required chocolate. "Because you, my friend, have been dropped right in the middle of a love triangle." "No!" Kira put her head in her hands. Screw chocolate. She needed vodka. "Luke doesn’t like me like that, we’re friends, okay? Right? And Tristan, well, I don’t even know him." "Listen to me," Emma said and put her hand on Kira’s shoulder. Kira sat up, looking her friend in the face. "No guy punches another guy over nothing

"I've loved you through everything. And I'm never letting you go again." "Promise?" "Promise." I pulled him closer. Let the mate bond flare. And for the first time in forever, nothing interrupted. No crisis. No danger. No daughter needing saving. Just us. Finally together. Finally free to claim what had always been ours. The bond snapped into place. Complete. Permanent. Unbreakable. Mate bond. True bond. And it was perfect. He was perfect. We were perfect. Together. "Mine," he growled. "Yours. Always yours."

A look of excitement flashed across her face and then she smiled brightly. I lay in bed later that night, thinking about everything mum had told me. Everything made sense now. From just the first look the True Mate bond begins. For me with Zee, that’s all it took. With a True Mate bond, wolves can share thoughts and feelings on a scale way deeper than an alpha does with his pack. True Mates can even share powers. Mum said that once you first sense your True Mate the bond will only grow stronger and more uncontrollable until you seal the bond. To seal the bond, you have sex. But apparently a bond can turn, you either become more powerful together and flourish or you destroy each other with je

“At midnight. We stand back-to-back. And when the Hollow comes… we burn together.” I didn’t argue. Because I finally understood the truth. The bond doesn’t need perfect strength. It needs perfect trust. And I trust Jason with my soul. Even if it means we both turn to ash.

Liam narrowed his gaze down at the page and read it out loud. “Vinculum duplex...The Double Bond?” I nodded my head. “According to that book, ‘The Double Bond’ is the phenomenon of having a double-mating bond with two wolves. It’s rare. But it’s possible.” I gave Liam a chance to really read through the text while I tried to find a way to break the unsettling news to him, regarding our unfortunate family ties. From what I could only assume, Liam was not pleased with this revelation, nor did I expect him to be.

At the ghost of the bond. It was different now. Still thin. Still damaged. Still a long way from the full tether it had been. But— *Stronger.* Genuinely. Measurably. As though Luna standing in that place—whatever it was—standing in both her natures simultaneously—had repaired something fundamental. Had healed something in the bond itself. Not through proximity. Not through ritual. Through *truth.* Through her finally, completely, being who she was without apology or division. "It is stronger," he said quietly.

"Everything else, the pack, the council, the Alpha title, all of that is structure. Politics. It can be manipulated, bought, fought over. The bond is the one thing in our world that can't be." "Why not?" "Because it doesn't come from either of us," I said. "It's not a choice. It's not something either person decides to feel. It's something that exists between two people whose nature recognizes each other at a level neither of us controls." I paused. "You can fake love. People do it all the time, Damien did it for three years. You cannot fake the bond. It either exists or it doesn't, and there's no version of pretending that produces the same result."

I asked. “I know you don’t trust me but I assure you we don’t want anything from you, just that you and our leader seem to share a common enemy. I have been loyal to him so they are doing me a favor by helping you that's all” he explained, though his voice sounded reassuring but I knew never to let my guard down because the last time I did, I almost ended up in the claws of my enemies. He went on and on about how their so-called group THE ROGANS loved each other and how they would help me get the revenge and protection I wanted, he really sounded convincing but not convincing enough to blindly fall into any stupid trap.

he rasps incredulously. I nod, laughing through my tears. “It’s back! But how?” He shakes his head, hands trembling as they stroke down the curve of my waist. “I don’t know, babe. Fuck, it feels like…” “Everything,” I finish. It should be impossible, but it’s definitely the fated bond. I feel it- the fusion of our souls, the connection forged between the two of us. It’s a miracle. A gift.