Unwished Bonding Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I'm sorry, Luna. I didn't mean to be disrespectful. It's just that... I consulted a bonding specialist. Your case intrigued me.” I crossed my arms, irritated. “My case is simple. I just need the damn injection.” “It's not that simple.” His voice dropped a tone. Almost a lament. “The specialist said that this situation only happens in two cases: clear rejection of the bond... or an unconsummated bond.” I rolled my eyes and snorted. “Of course it was consummated. I was marked. Everyone knows that.” “Did you see him mark you?” The question hit me hard.

She looked me dead in the eye and said, “I don’t care. I just want it gone, whatever this is, this bond, this... connection. I want to feel for only Nicholai, no one else.” “Kaima, it’s dangerous.” “You don’t know how it feels,” her voice dropped, “to always feel like you’re cheating, being unfaithful because instead of being in love with one person, you feel it for both. I don’t want to hurt Nicholai, and me being bonded to Nathan is hurting him. So, the bond has to go.” I sighed. “Fine. Come back tomorrow night, and we’ll get rid of it permanently.” She smiled, relief washing over her.

Closing my eyes, I took her hands in mine. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I had no other choice. I had lost so much already and I wasn't losing Nina this time. I felt the magic come alive in my bones like fire—natural, forbidden, desperate. I hadn't summoned a spell in so long, especially since— I could feel light spread beneath my skin and through hers. “Goddess of the moon, let her wounds be undone, bring back the broken, make her whole as one.” As I said the spell, I stepped back, watching as her wounds began to close one by one, a golden thread stitching her scars as if they had never been there in the first place.

--- But the bond didn’t care. It didn’t wait. It didn’t bend. --- I started walking anyway. Faster this time. Like I could outrun the feeling. --- I couldn’t. --- Because no matter how far I went— No matter how much I resisted— The connection remained. --- And deep down— I was starting to understand something I didn’t want to admit. --- Avoiding Rowan wasn’t the problem. --- It was the bond. And the fact that— Whether I accepted it or not—

"But when his father discovered it, he lost it. He didn't want his precious son to be with a...a dirty thing like me. He thought, I seduced his son. But Fred was not phased. He stood up for me and went as far as to say that he would have bonded with me had I not been bonded already" Robbie stared at me motionless. There was a slight curiousity in his eyes now. He was clearly intrigued that where my story was leading to. I looked straight at his eyes and said the words that I always denied to myself, "That day was the first and only time in this many years that I wished I was not bonded to you. I wished to be bonded to Fred".

Not now. Maybe not ever. But the bond was there. Unspoken. Unwelcome. Undeniable. And it was only growing stronger.

Why would they want me to get pregnant without wanting to get married to me? I was already free of the mate bond with Rowan, so why the delay? If anyone was to be impatient then it was supposed to be them because from what I heard, they said bonding with me might unlock their wolves completely. Maybe—just maybe—they would be able to shift for the very first time ever. “You should really get pregnant, Phina,” he lamented bitterly behind me. “We should fuck you and make a baby tonight…” I stepped inside the clubhouse and the sound of balloons popping off and people cheering echoed through the room.

I can see the excitement in his eyes, “You will never be cold again because my fire will keep you warm.” I smile, “Anything else I should know?” He thinks for a moment, “I believe that’s all of it. The scroll for bonding is missing, so it’s the one text I haven’t reread. Bonding is instinctual, so you don’t need to worry about missing anything there.” “And you want to bond your life to mine? It doesn’t sound like you benefit from it.”

“A phenomenon? You think I’m stupid? You broke my wrist, and now I’m having super-strength because I’m stressed. That’s a medical explanation, not a phenomenon.” “Listen,” I insisted, cutting him off sharply. “There are ancient, almost extinct lineages of humans whose bodies are genetically coded for absolute connection. They call it the Fated Bond. Forget the mystical language; think of it as a rare biological compatibility that transcends ordinary human connection.” I watched him closely, noting how his breath hitched slightly. He couldn't deny the overwhelming tension, the pull, the destructive desire we shared.

“Explain this world to me. How do these bonds work? What the hell am I dealing with here?” She chews her lip, her fingers clutching the sheet tighter, like it’s a shield against my questions. “The bonds... they’re forbidden,” she starts, her voice low, cautious. “There are fated bonds, what used to be sacred, the way wolves found their true mates. It was seen as destiny, a gift. But things changed. People—elders, leaders—they decided fated bonds were wrong, dangerous. Over time, they outlawed them. Now, fated bonds are rare, almost unheard of.” I stare at her, my mind grappling with the weight of her words. “Is yours fated? With Killian?”