What If The Other Half Got Snapped Novels & Stories

I teased and he smirked faintly. “Just try not to faint again. It’s bad for pack morale,” he earned and then he turned and headed for the door. That’s when it happened! The bond snapped. No, it was not the one with Keller or Bennett. It was a third bond! My back arched and my lungs seized, squeezing tightly. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to break out and I screamed loud like lightning just struck my chest. Keller spun around, with his eyes wide.

she pressed. “Vale,” I replied. At her raised brow, questioning who Vale was, I poured out my heart. I recounted how my wolf had returned, how we had made two Omegas disappear, and how my half hadn’t responded to me since. Each word was punctuated by shudders, my voice cracking under the weight of my sorrow. I was shattered, adrift without my other half. There was still so much left unsaid, so many moments we needed to share.

I shuddered as I felt something snap inside of me and attempted to pull away, but Valen held me tight. “It’s the mating bond,” he mumbled against my hair, fingers running up and down my arm. “It’s snapped into place.”

I needed to hurt him, just as he hurt me. “I already have consummated the bond,” I said, level and proud. “Twice.” There was a distinct snap that resonated through the air. I looked down at Valentin’s hand to see he’d snapped the back bar in half. His hands were balled into white fists, covered in shards of wood. I let me gaze drift to his eyes. The gold was so dark it was nearly black. Still, his face showed nothing. With a blank stare and an eventual shake of my head, I stormed out of the room.

She breaks out of my hold. “It won’t work. I don’t see you the way you see me. Fuck! This is not happening.” She stalks past me when I grab her wrist to stop her. She growls, turning to me, her red eyes burning into me. Kodiak is acting the same way she is, which is odd. The wolf is always the one who wants their other half, but not Kodiak. “Let. Me. Go!” she grits out as her fangs elongate. I shake my head at her when she slaps me across the face.

SNAP I lightly shake myself out of my daydream. I know for a fact that if I close my eyes right now, all I will see is my men. My mates and our future, together. But I don’t dare close my eyes with this female staring me down. My body seems to flip on high alert, ready for anything. “Hannah, this isn’t even a question. Don’t be silly. Take the keys then quietly wake your brothers,” she snaps, a bit louder.

Another stab of pain tore through my chest, sharper than before. I clutched at myself, struggling to breathe. And then I felt it. A snap. Not fully broken. But fractured. Something inside me shifted violently, as though the bond forged between our wolves was fighting to survive against the force of a fated mate. I tasted blood at the back of my throat. The hallway lights blurred. And as darkness crept into my vision, one terrifying thought echoed in my mind— If this was only the beginning… What would happen when the bond finally shattered completely?

She let out and asked something while grinning that made me feel weird and light. "Well, yeah! I still can't believe that my mate is a witch. Werewolves rarely have humans as their mates and other creatures. And honestly, she is so amazing." I explained to her, and she seemed to wonder something. Well, Cassandra is someone that just makes me feel strange, but a good way of strange. They say that if you could finally meet your other half, you would feel the longing for their presence to be with you always, and you would do everything for them. I did mark her earlier, and it led to something… unexpected. But it was the best feeling ever.

The sound ripped from me, wild and primal. He froze mid-bite and tried to pull away, but I forced his head back down, moaning louder as his teeth sang further in. He pushed off me, and staggered back like he’d been punched. My neck throbbed. “What the—“ he muttered, his eyes meeting mine and that was when it happened. The bond snapped into place—tight, magnetic, endless. He looked at me again like he’d just stepped into a fever dream. Mouth bloodied, mirroring mine. His body trembled like he was fighting something he didn’t understand.

“Finish what we started. What you begged for that night.” The memory ripped through me before I could stop it. Moonlight tangled in my hair. His mouth on my skin. Teeth piercing flesh, sealing me to him in fire and fate. Except he never finished. He left me with half a bond, half a soul, half a chance at peace. And it had been eating me alive ever since. I forced my chin up. “No.”