Unbroken Bonds (The Bonds That Tie #6)(98)

It turns out that being born a Bassinger means he knows quite a lot about how brainwashing works and how these people act. There’s even been some talk about him teaching classes at the new university, teaching how to spot sympathizers and de-escalation.

I’m unbelievably proud of them all.

I decided to go back to my classes and graduate. Sage came too, both of us studying insanely long hours for degrees we’re not really sure what we’re going to do with. I suppose that’s a normal part of being a college student too, right?

I’m just happy to be with my Bonded for now.

My bond is sure that this is the last time that the god-bonds inside of us will be here, their purpose now fulfilled thanks to our completed Bonded Group, but I’m not so sure about that. Either way, I’m happy to spend this lifetime with my Bonded and the gods within us, each of them perfect and mine.

Especially when Gryphon pulls away, lifting himself up to cover my body with his, whispering wicked words directly into my ear and into my soul as he fucks me so hard and deep that I feel like I’m never going to be able to walk straight again.

It’s heaven, and it’s mine. They all are.

Each and every one of my Bonded men.





ALSO BY J BREE





The Bonds that Tie


Broken Bonds

Savage Bonds

Blood Bonds

Forced Bonds

Tragic Bonds

Unbroken Bonds





The Mortal Fates


TCOOAC





The Mounts Bay Saga


The Mounts Bay Saga

The Butcher of the Bay: Part I

The Butcher of the Bay: Part II



Hannaford Prep

Just Drop Out: Hannaford Prep Year One

Make Your Move: Hannaford Prep Year Two

Play the Game: Hannaford Prep Year Three

To the End: Hannaford Prep Year Four

Hannaford Prep: The Complete Series

Make My Move: Alternate POV of Year Two





The Queen Crow Trilogy

All Hail

The Ruthless

Queen Crow



The Unseen MC

Angel Unseen: An Unseen MC Novel





ABOUT THE AUTHOR





J Bree is a dreamer, writer, mother, farmer, and cat-wrangler. The order of priorities changes daily.

She lives on the coast of Western Australia in a city where it rains too much. She spends her days dreaming about all of her book boyfriends, listening to her partner moan about how the lawns are looking, and being a snack bitch to her three kids.

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The Scepter

A Mortal Fates novella

Volume I





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PROLOGUE





My home is burning.

I can't believe that I’m even thinking that, but as the smoke curls into the sky ahead of us, it doesn't seem as though there's any other explanation for it. The forest that my family has lived in for generations, that has protected us, the Favored Children, from everything that has ever wished us harm, is not stopping the flames from climbing up into the air.

Tears are already falling down my face, but my legs don't stop moving underneath me. My breath soars out of my chest as I choke on not only the smoke, but the sobs bursting from out of my mouth.

I stumble, but my brother, Pemba, gets his hand underneath my elbow, holding me at his side as we both run frantically towards the flames.

This can't be happening, this can't be real.

As the smoke continues to grow thicker around us, there's no denying that it is happening, it is real.

My mother and father will be coordinating getting the coven out from our home, evacuating the area, and getting as close to the river as possible. We're coming through the forest from the wrong side, the river is on the other side, but there's always the chance that someone could get missed in the chaos. If there's anything we can do to help from here to get as many people out alive as we can, then we're going to do it.

My grandmother isn't very mobile. As the Crone of the coven, she's the oldest living family member at almost a thousand years old. So I'm sure my mother prioritized getting her out, but there are still others with mobility issues. I have ten younger brothers and sisters, some of them only toddlers. How my parents are going to be able to keep track of them all to get them out is a scary thought. As well as the dozens of cousins and other coven members… I feel sick to my stomach.

It only gets worse as the trees finally thin out around us, the tops of them alight and the smoke thick in the air, though, strangely, the underbrush and forest floor are untouched.

There’s magic to this fire.

For a moment, my heart sings with joy, sure that my mother has been able to protect the coven and our home to stop the fire from touching us, or maybe the forest itself has done this, caring for its Favored Children the way it always has.

But then we find the first body.