What If The Other Half Got Snapped の小説・ストーリー

Quinn’s face, her voice, and the faint scent of her all slipped further away as weeks became months. Crissy had stood there, leaning over me with her shirt pulled low, some attempt to seduce me that only fed my anger. I was done. I snapped. Without even thinking, I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into the wall so hard I heard her gasp. Something snapped inside me, some thread I’d been holding onto. And as I looked into her frightened eyes, I could almost see Quinn again, a flicker of her before I crushed it out.

I could also feel some connection between the two of us as if the mate bond wasn't broken. But that was impossible, Ethan had rejected me and I had accepted his rejection even though it was hard to do. Could it be that the rejection didn't work and the mate bond wasn't completely broken and there was a chance for repair? My heart leaped as I thought of this. There was no way in hell for its possibility. I had never heard of a mate bond that was only half broken and not completely broken. Suddenly I remembered Ethan's girlfriend, Hailey. She too had a fair share of my misfortune and would make sure to use every opportunity she got to harass me.

He knew we were mates which was great because I could finally be with him. I went back to where I last saw Austin, but he wasn't there. Great. After all the thrills I felt when I searched for my mate, I was standing alone in an empty hall with my mate nowhere to be found. I was glad my wolf wasn't agitated as it was before. Now I could think about how to leave my life with two wolves. And I also needed to figure out a way of making Ken I be his mate. Or. What if he knew I was his mate but had a good way of controlling his wolf and keeping his cool because, after all, he is just half-wolf and not completely a werewolf? Unlike Austin who was one and didn't have much control over it.

His hand tightened, his body pressing closer, and she felt the hardness of him, the raw need in his grip, his breath hot against her temple. Her hands slid up his chest, gripping his jacket, and she wanted to kiss him, to erase the year apart. He was really the other half of her, her soulmate, there definitely wasn’t another man out there for her if it wasn’t Jack. The dance ended, and Elle helped clean up the booth, her mind racing. Max and Lila stayed close, their laughter soft, their hands brushing as they packed up, their ease a contrast to the storm inside her. They had to make this work one hundred percent

“Don’t be only my Alpha. Be my other half.” I didn’t wait any longer. The beast inside me was no longer just raging—it was demanding. When we finally became one in body, that electric tension that had haunted us since the accident detonated into a single, blinding explosion. It wasn’t merely physical; it felt as if our souls were knotting together in a bond so tight that neither death nor magic could ever cut it apart.

Sweet vanilla, thick enough to choke on. That's her mistake. She got too close and she’s about to regret it. I snap my right arm up with everything I have left in my back. The heavy iron pipe bracket I hid under my side slams hard into the cracked silver cuff on my wrist. Crack. The weakened metal link snaps in half, throwing bright orange sparks into the dark. The silver chain drops into the dirt with a loud rattle. Noelle gasps, her eyes going wide with shock, but she is already out of balance.

His fingers find the clasp of my bra and with one practiced movement—one hand—he unhooks it. Heat floods through me. I'm pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine— 'Crack.' We both freeze. The sound of wood snapping. Or a branch breaking. Or footsteps. We break apart, breathing hard, staring at each other with wide eyes. I look past him into the darkness of the trees. "What was that?"

Or did…did two mating bonds actually snap into place yesterday afternoon, the day after I left Prince Asshole at the altar? But no. That’s impossible. You get one fated mated – just one! And most people don’t even get that! I don’t even know what one mating bond snapping into place feels like, let alone two. My wolf must be wrong – whatever happened must have just been…I don’t know, some kind of hormonal reaction to being around so many boys all at once. I’m not wrong! she growls, snapping her teeth at my denial. But I ignore her again.

I scratched my head and pulled out the plants that were here, until I didn't realize that I was in front of the forest. I looked around all over it, could the others be here? Right now there are only nine of us here, I hope it won't decrease any more. But I feel like I'm the one who will be cut, I don't even have a knife, deputy... I stopped for a moment and thought. the other one is still here. I was about to walk again but I heard a hiss, hmm someone's here. I looked back, and I saw two half snakes, half-humans.

Sticks dug into my legs and side. "She isn't a bitch! Nor a whore! That woman is my mate! My true other half!" he screamed in response and lunged forward again, foot breaking one of my ribs. I cried out, praying he would just end it all here. I had thought he was my better half. Thought that I couldn't feel the mate bond before we were mates because we had known each other for so long. Grown up together. But this? This was insanity. Not his mate? I didn't know whether that was a blessing or a curse.