Unexpected Bond Novels & Stories

“What?” The Seer smiled faintly, as if amused by his shock. “The Lunar Eclipse Bond does not play games, Alpha King. You claimed him under the blood moon. The bond expects you to honor it. Distance weakens both of you now. Stay apart too long and it could break you both.” Garrick’s eyes widened in the corner of the room, but he stayed quiet. The doctor looked lost, clearly out of his depth with matters of ancient magic. Ronan closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the headboard. The pain eased slightly just knowing the cause, but the pull toward Elias remained strong, almost painful in its insistence. “How long do we have?”

Not sealed… resting. I press my palm flat to my chest and listen without pulling. And there, a faint answering pressure. Like a heartbeat heard through walls. Alive. I close my eyes briefly in gratitude so sharp it borders on pain. “She’s not gone,” I tell him. “She’s… recessed.” Harley’s voice breaks around the edges. “You swear?” “Yes.” “How can you be sure?” “Because when a bond dies,” I say, opening my eyes again, “it doesn’t change shape. It stops. This didn’t stop. It folded.”

Elara asks. "Because something's wrong." I press my hand to my chest. Feel bond threads twisting inside me. Pulling in different directions. "What's wrong?" Ronan stops too. "Bond's acting up. Can't feel you both clear anymore." "What do you mean?" "I mean the connection's getting weaker. Like it's... breaking." Fear flashes across Elara's face. "That ain't supposed to happen." "No. It ain't." I try to reach out through bond. Touch her mind with mine.

LUCIAN You don’t mean that. Everything that could have gone wrong had utterly gone wrong. I’d known something was wrong the moment the bond went quiet. At least it had been a bit faint before. But now it was muted in a way that felt unnatural. It was too faint, too unsteady, and all sorts of wrong. All this time we’d been together, all the time we’d spent together, that bond had been a constant presence. Almost like a golden thread of warmth connecting us even when distance separated our bodies.

She didn’t understand what was happening. “I can feel it,” Liam said, his voice low and serious. “Our mate bond.” I nodded. “Me too,” I replied. “But it’s weak.” “It doesn’t feel the same as before,” Liam told me. “I think it’s because the rejection severed it. It’s not strong anymore. It feels familiar, but different. It’s definitely there though.” “It won’t be strong enough to wake up Belle’s wolf though,” Liam said. I inhaled a sharp breath. I’d really been hoping this would work. But Liam was right. The bond was too weak. It was there, but it wouldn’t be strong enough to wake up Belle’s wolf.

“Y-you what?” “I told him no,” Bryce said, voice firm now but still calm—no raised volume, just unyielding certainty. “A bond is not something to discard in a moment of pride or anger. It is not weakness. And it is not optional.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, his presence filling the space without crowding me. “You are his mate, Sarah. The bond was formed the moment you agreed to it. Hunter may have lost his temper last night—God knows, I’ve seen him snap before—but I will not allow him to throw that away like it’s nothing.”

I ask, dropping the cup and picking up a napkin to clean my soaked cloth. “We want to meet the guy you planned to elope with.” Mr Banks replies in a ‘duh’ tone. “Not planned, they actually eloped.” They both burst out laughing. I don’t see what’s so funny here. I look over at Josh and find him in a sour mood. Oh fuck!! “We didn’t elope.” I yell, making them stop their silly laughter. “So what do you call it then?” “I call it ‘Going to stay with my boyfriend for a few days’ duh!” I feel a headache creeping in. So early?

“Please?” The wind shifted. A low hum trembled through the air. The goddess stepped closer. “I cannot choose for you. But I will tell you this — when the time comes, you will not be chained. Not by him. Not by anyone.” Betty’s throat tightened. “You mean because of the mate bond?” she asked. The goddess didn’t answer. Not directly. “Even ancient chains break when faced with truth,” she said. “The rest will reveal itself.” And then, slowly, the dream began to fade. The silver winds died. The field dimmed.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

Ebere said filling me in. "A ball at the mansion? I asked. She looked up with narrowed eyes glancing my way. "Yes it is, held ever middle month of the year" I didn't miss the way her body movement seemed to change and worry expression covered her face. "What's up" I neared closer making sure my voice was lowered.