Broken By My Mate Novels & Stories

Selene I opened my eyes when a strong odor flooded my nose. Someone had brought a cotton ball with isopropyl alcohol to make me react, so I turned my head so that the smell wouldn't make me vomit. I tried to sit up, but I struggled to do so. I was very weak and groggy. “I think the breaking of the mate’s bond has affected her more than usual because she's a half-breed,” someone whispered behind me, and I cursed inside me.

"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.

"But the mate bond requires a specific kind of breaking. A perfect pain to match a perfect transformation." The gun fired. And something inside me shattered.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

On a bizarre impulse, I drove through the unfamiliar city, and when I stopped, I realized I had somehow driven to the Moonlight Forest. But as soon as I got close, the mating bond suddenly ripped with agonizing pain.

I walked into the Pack Council with my divorce papers clutched in my hand. Four years. Four years as Rebecca Clarke, the mate to Gavin Clarke, who was the alpha of the Ironpelt Pack—the strongest among the northern werewolf packs. Today, our mating bond was going to end. The pack clerk didn’t even look up when I walked in. “I’d like to file for dissolving the mate bond.” I said. He finally looked up, startled—like I didn’t belong there. And honestly, with my werewolf university hoodie and backpack, I probably didn’t.

Somewhere deep, I broke and cried beside his bed. My mate rejected me for his own mate, but for now, we're okay in this broken, dimly lit clinic. We were okay for now. “You're going to fight. Do you hear me, Ronan? Stay with me.”

"Why are you still wearing a piece of junk this ancient? Which one of your little boyfriends threw this at you?" The color drained from my face, a desperate roar ripping from my throat. "Give it back to me!" Victoria laughed mockingly, tossing the broken locket onto the floor a few feet ahead of me. "If you want it so badly, go ahead and crawl for it!" That was my mother. I absolutely could not lose her. I pressed my chin firmly against the floor, using the raw strength of my core and stomach muscles to slowly drag my torso forward, inch by inch. With every single fraction of an inch I moved, the jagged edges of my broken bones stabbed violently into the surrounding muscle, causing a freezin

By the time I stepped outside the building, King and Giselle were already waiting near the front steps. "You look like you've been through a war," King said the moment he saw me. "I feel like it." I sighed. "Come on. I'll buy you coffee." He chuckled. "I'm broke." King raised an eyebrow. "Since when?" I hesitated for the briefest moment. Since this morning, when Ryan had thrown me out of his car before school and I'd been too embarrassed to admit I barely had enough money left to get through the week. Instead, I shrugged. "I... lost my money." The lie came easier than I wanted it to.

On the third anniversary of our marking, my husband, Elias Voss, gave me quite a gift. He slept with Morwen Thorne, the former Alpha's daughter, in the room I'd decorated myself. "Layla, the former Alpha promised to give me the moonstone that amplifies a wolf's power if I agreed to take Morwen as my mate. "Don't worry. You're still the one I love most." Watching him hold Morwen so close, I realized none of this surprised me. He craved power. I had once believed loving him meant helping him rise, even when doing so left me wounded again and again. When he wanted rare gems to offer the Moon Goddess, I entered the forbidden lands to find them for him and spent the next three months bedridden. W