Alpha Broken Mate Novels & Stories

He’s a wolf… But he’s so handsome and his lips are so damn soft. No! He isn’t handsome!!!!!!!! Tears streamed down my cheeks. My mate is a fucking wolf!!! And not just any wolf; Alpha Alejandro- The Alpha of the black diamond pack! This day can’t get any worse!!!! 'Seriously?' That was Becca speaking to me. 'You're mated to the most dangerous and bad ass Alpha that was ever made and you're complaining?' she chastised. 'Hey Alejandro, I’ll be your mate. How bout u drop her and come to me?' Becca joked to my ears.

My packmates' low growls and murmurs as they discussed pack matters could be heard. My Uncle Nicholas, the beta-alpha, welcomed me as I walked into the club. He was a towering, regal guy with eyes that were ever seeking for any indication of weakness or betrayal. He took me into the rear room, where the pack meeting was taking place. My packmates' features could still be seen in the poorly lit space, and they were all waiting for me to arrive. I could feel the pressure of their demands, but I also had a feeling of satisfaction at being a member of this influential group of people.

I inhaled a deep breath, sniffing the air around me in search of that delicious smell and my wolf was screaming something which i was yet to understand because i was now staring at Alpha Alex, his eyes holding me hostage. "How disrespectful." The man who had whipped me said as he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look down when he noticed i was staring at the Alpha in the eyes. However, the Alpha next words shook everyone to the core, including me when he stepped in between us. "Don't fucking touch my mate!"

I gasped, the name a struggle to voice. The agony ceased as abruptly as it had begun, and I sensed the bond to Brock shatter. A primal scream tore from my throat—no, I wouldn’t lose him now! An imposing Alpha strode through the door, fixing me with an intense gaze before growling one word: "Mate!" In a frenzied rush, I yanked the IVs from my veins and insisted the doctor connect the Alpha to my friend, my potential second-chance mate. Meanwhile, I was determined to resurrect my true mate from the clutches of death.

"oh god, werewolf he'll kill me slowly then, then he'll eat me I don't want to be eaten! -" "Luna you are his mate!" "Mate shit he will have a mate even she will torture me she--- wait what? " Rosy was shaking me by now "Luna STOP! YOU ARE HIS MATE HE CAN'T KILL YOU HE CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU! HE WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU! " that's how I finally realized I have a mate. Alpha Demon is my mate. I am the Luna. He is alpha. He will love me. He already loves me. And that's when I finally smiled awww Jacob black exists! I always wanted something magical and he is my magic!

He turned to Algernon and said, "Don't worry, Your Grace. I will take good care of her." Instantly, Natasha's eyes widened, and her head spun in circles. "Grandpa, what is he talking about?" she asked urgently and with confusion. Algernon bowed his head, struggling to find the right words to break the news to her—if there even were any. "Natasha, Alpha Jerome is your contract mate." "Contract mate?! What do you mean, my contract mate?" Natasha looked at her grandfather, hoping he would retract his statement, but he didn't. He remained silent, his silence speaking volumes.

As the door closed on the lingering silhouette of our secret exchange, a new realm of contemplation unfurled before me. “Alpha Haden,” I whispered faintly, an ode to the uncharted pathways that intertwined my fate with his. The tangled threads of fate that bound me to him prompted a chaotic series of questions. “Why did the Moon Goddess choose Alpha Haden as my mate?” I pondered, my voice tinted with a subtle shade of rage as I manoeuvred amidst the bars forged by circumstance. As the seconds ebbed away, a potential shift in my plans emerged, surging through the war-torn landscape of my emotions.

As I stood inside the elevator, I started to think about what to do, if I should quit the job and look for another, or endure the torture of being punished for a mistake. I sighed deeply at the thought of Layla. If only she wasn’t so over her mate and had come home, I would’ve discussed it with her. The elevator made a ding sound and opened to a small confined space where the coffee mixer stood. I picked a coffee cup and walked over to pour coffee into it when I overheard the conversation of the staff in the other room. "I heard the Alpha’s mate is a beautiful young lady," one of the ladies said proudly. "I also heard she’s from the Moon Pack."

Massive wolves in suits—twice their size—seized them all without hesitation, dragging them across the marble like garbage. Gasps rippled. Whispers followed like wildfire. "That's Alex, isn't it? The fallen Alpha?" "He's done for. His pack turned against him. I heard he's been begging rogues to protect him." "Serves him right. Gave up his Luna for three whores. And now? She's mated to the Alpha of Red Lake. He's not even worth her scent." I exhaled slowly, steadied my breath, and turned. Luke found me instantly—his presence always grounding.

“What’s wrong?” I backed away, clutching my bag to my chest like it could protect me from him. “You can’t be my mate,” I blurted out. “I already have one.” His lips twitched, half a smile, half something else, understanding maybe. “Alpha Damian,” he said quietly. “Right?” The sound of that name made my stomach twist. I nodded, barely. “Yes. So whatever this is” “is real,” he finished the sentence for me. “You feel it too, don’t you?”