Alphas Broken Mate Andrew Novels & Stories

I pour myself a cup of coffee and settle into my chair to wait. Andrew arrives a few minutes later. He looks hollowed out. it's clear, he's not slept, over the last four days He looks like he's lost weight and He moves like his bones ache. I have heard the stories. When a wolf loses a mate, sometimes the wolf dies of grief. Sometimes the human goes with them. Sometimes what remains is a shell. It is too early to know which road Andrew is on, but dad said Aether is silent. If the silence holds for over a month, we will have our answer. Looking at him now, I don't know how he'll survive it. He lost his mate and his son in one night. His legacy was severed. That breaks something deep in anyone,

“Listen, I don’t know what is going on. As an Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack I didn’t search for trouble in your territory, I haven’t wronged you. In Fact, you are the one trying to go after my mate, trying to get into his pants when you clearly know he belongs to someone else. As if that wasn’t enough you drugged him, now you kidnapped him. Don’t you think you have tormented him enough?” “Oh my goddess,” Andrew sniffles, using the back of his hand to stop his running nose. He is hunched over as he sweeps his hair backwards, showing his forehead. He stares at me, making sure I look him dead in the eyes, “Look at me,” He yells, monitoring my face, clearly expecting a reaction. Except that he has

<•> It is a slightly chilly evening reminding the beta of countless things – things he wished could be erased from his mind. The study which he had been locked in, going through the names listed in the National Submit, began to feel somewhat suffocating, and so he left there. Currently, Andrew was seen strolling through the garden with random thoughts floating in his head. The Alpha was no longer as stupid as he thought, ever since he got back together with Michelle. Sincerely, he was filled with glee towards Shawn, since Michelle was seemingly the sole female that could handle his nonsensical behavior. “Having a mate surely is a blessing, huh?” Those words escaped his lips before he realize

“I didn’t know loving my mate would give a lot of people sleepless nights.” “Then why is this mate of yours looking for another? Or is your kind naturally lustful? I thought having one mate was enough?” “Skip the insults, what are you trying to say Andrew and say it clearly.” “What is possibly there for you not to understand, Alpha?” I laugh patiently, drumming my fingers on the table, “Andrew, I don’t take lame jokes when it comes to Bram. And I’m not a very patient guy and I scare myself sometimes.”

Not what I was thinking, please Moon Goddess. 'What do you mean?' I whispered. 'I am breaking our mate bond!' he answered. This couldn't be happening. Is Andrew mad? He was driving me insane. How could he even entertain such thoughts? 'How can you even think to say that?' I asked, hoping I was wrong about what I thought he was about to do. 'I, Alpha Andrew of the Moonlight Pack, reject you, Prince Lyndon Woods of the Borderline Pack as my mate!' The force of the rejection throw me back. I bent down, clutching my chest, it was as though I was suffocating with the pain.

you hear any movements” he instructs him before going, he has some investigation to do. It’s been a week since Terrick Mark his mate and she’s still unconscious and is showing no signs of improvement, Terrick send word to Saphira requesting for her presence. If the wound on Catrina’s neck was an ordinary one Terrick would have ask Belinda or Brenda to heal it with their spells but this one is something different. It’s a secret mark which bond mates together body and soul and no Witcher can heal it or erase it. The witch appear right inside the Alpha’s room “ what do you need my help with?” She asked the moment she sited the Alpha sitting on his bed holding the hands of his unconscious mate.

DAMON POV *Crunch.* 'What the fuck was that?' Andrew asks, eyes locked on the stage, making me think he secretly loves the show despite his complaining to Matt in the days prior, looking for tickets. 'Looks like our Alpha broke the armrests,' Matt tags in, explaining the situation before I have a chance to speak. I roll the broken parts in my hand; the splintered wood and the jagged plastic pieces prick at the skin as I try to focus on that instead of killing a stranger.

Others would never rise again. I stood at the center, chest heaving, Lucian’s hand locked around mine as though by strength alone he could keep me tethered. My flames had guttered out, leaving my body weak, my mark burning faintly like embers under skin. But the silence was worse than the screams. It was the sound of doubt. Of fear. Of wolves realizing the Alpha they followed now fought a war against something not of flesh and blood and that his mate was the bridge between worlds. Mirek strode through the wreckage toward us. His axes dripped black ichor. His face was carved from fury, his silver eyes hollow with loss. He stopped a few paces away, his chest rising and falling like a forge.

"Right on schedule." The change in Callum is instantaneous, eyes blazing pure amber, his claws extending fully as if he realizes the full extent of what's happening before him. The mate bond between us shudders with the force of his rage and heartbreak. For the first time since we met, my inner wolf recoils from its mate, recognizing the primal furor of an Alpha betrayed.

I did, shaky and uneven at first, then slower, calmer, matching the rhythm of his breath. His hand stayed at my side, solid and grounding, until the wild buzzing in my head began to fade. “I’m right here,” he whispered. “Whatever she did, whatever she is about to say, she doesn’t get to break you again.” My jaw clenched. I swallowed hard and nodded once. Only then did he slowly loosen his grip and step back. Kade had moved to the side, his expression unreadable but his body tense torn between his Alpha’s mate and the woman the bond had chosen for him.