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“I begged. I roared. I didn’t care anymore—I just needed to see her. To hear her say it. Even if it destroyed me.” Hebathi flinched slightly. “But he didn’t bring her. He just stood there… watching and enjoying the sight of me unraveling.” And then my voice dropped. “That’s when it happened.” I looked up at her, and the firelight cast shadows under my eyes. “I felt the tear. The snap. Like something inside me ripped down the middle. Like my soul had been severed.” I tapped my chest once, hard. “The mate bond… it broke.” She inhaled sharply.

Anyone with a heart would worry about something like that happening to anyone they knew, especially someone who had already endured a lifetime of torture and come out the other side. "Keep telling yourself that." Odessa purred, ever the jokester. I ignored her as I tried to keep my focus on my bike. I still hadn't managed to fix the stupid thing since it died on me. I went to twist the wrench, only for it to fall on the floor. "Fuck this." I hissed under my breath as I shot up from my seat. 'Going somewhere?' Odessa mused, pushing another one of my buttons as if she didn't already have an idea. I couldn't take it anymore, just sitting around and waiting for Thomas to turn up. Not while my be

"Remember who you are." A growl rumbled through his chest. Behind him, I caught glimpses of Callum's team moving into position. "This isn't you." Another step. "Fight it." "End this." Callum's voice crackled through my earpiece. "You know what needs to be done." Wind whipped my hair as James's muscles tensed. In his savage eyes, I saw every mistake I'd made, every choice that led us here. The mate bond pulsed with Callum's anguish as he raced to reach us, but we both knew he'd be too late.

My Mate **

And then something happened that I had no words for. It started in my chest, a pulling, blooming ache, like a wound opening and healing at the same time. It spread through my ribs and down my spine and into my fingertips where they were still clutching his shirt. The air between us changed, and I felt it so deeply that my eyes filled with tears before I even understood what it was. The mate bond. I had heard the elders describe it. I had thought I understood it. I had not understood it at all. "Finn," I whispered. My voice came out broken in the most beautiful way.

Blue blemishes were prominent, as well as scratches. My blood pressure accelerated, more because Zion was out of my hands. He couldn't stand by the fact his 'supposed mate' was hurt. He was ready to burn the whole town and find out who treated her this way. He acted as if she solely belonged to him, but we both somehow knew it's just a result of our frustration, we were tired of finding our beloved mate.

"Alright, we'll be back as soon as we can." After I get off the phone my mind begins to wonder off. I know the other think I'm being paranoid with Muriel, but like I said she's the only thing I have left from my two dearest friends. She's the only thing I have left from the girl that was the first girl I have ever loved. It just wasn't met to be when she found out that Grey was her true mate. After Grey was killed in battle leaving Victoria and their unborn pup that I decide to give up my mate to take care of them. I was planning on after her giving birth is to mark her as my mate, even if that met, I'll lose my true mate forever and hurting her in the process. After she gave birth to Muriel

“You’re my mate. You don’t get to run.” “I don’t even know you!” I’d cried, struggling harder, my free hand slamming against his chest. It hadn’t moved him an inch. “You can’t just— I have a life! I have friends!” His jaw had tightened, rain dripping from his dark hair as he hauled me into the back seat. “You have a life? Drunk in a club, letting strangers look at you like you’re nothing? Pathetic. I dragged you here because you were embarrassing me. Because you slipped and made me look weak in front of my people.”

She just lay there motionless, staring blankly with empty eyes. I've heard that a mate bond can do a great deal of emotional damage once it has been broken and that it's hard for some to carry on without their mate. Just by looking into their mother's empty eyes, you can see that she's broken inside. "Lu-Lucious." His name comes out my mouth in a whisper, feeling like I'm interrupting them.

“Oh don’t be so stupid. I’ll fight a thousand vampires for you. It has nothing to do with the war.” “Then what is it--” “I’m half a man, do you not see that? I can’t be a mate to you anymore. I’m broken.” “You’re not broken.” I punch myself in the chest, trying to get her to understand. “I feel broken. I can’t do it, Maya. I can’t.” “What will you do? Won’t breaking our bond kill you?” “No,” I deflate. “I’ll just wish for death. When I can…I’ll pick a mate from the tribe…I’m expected to have one. I won’t love her, but it won’t matter.”