Broken By My Mate Novels & Stories

"Even if I came, I still wouldn't feel satisfied. Not when we have ignored the mate bond for this long. My cock in your cunt is the only thing that could quench my thirst." I think about his words and widen my eyes when I realize his words are right for me, too: even though I came, my body is ready to go again. The mate bond is thrumming between us. "I'm still aroused," I whisper. "Still incredibly horny." "I know," Thail says. "And I can do nothing for you more than wait for your decision to mate with me or reject me. But I must warn you that a broken bond can never be repaired; sometimes, the soul breaks like a string when you refuse someone. Some mates reject each other and later discover

That's good because the last thing I want is for him to have a glance at my glowing eyes. His rejection shattered my heart into small pieces. My mate rejected me! I held both my knees and buried my face while crying my heart out. Why am I so unlucky in life? My mate just rejected me and I couldn't have a mate again. How cruel can he be? I feel so useless now. I balled my fist, then stood up with tears that blurred my vision and ran towards the barn while sobbing and slamming the door when I got inside. Layla startled and yelped.

"I think I've known before then, but I didn't know for sure. In a twisted way, it was my way of keeping you ostracized and to myself, but I didn't know why back then. I couldn't have officially known until I turned eighteen." Jane chuckled beneath her breath. "What is it? You're scaring me." Alex reached forward and touched the tips of his fingers against the back of her neck, running his thumb down her throat. "Jane….you're my mate." Jane’s head began to swim, her heart hammered, and her entire body closed in on itself. She stared at his handsome face, contemplating if she wanted to run away, run until it made sense or she had a chance to breathe. "You're telling me that...I'm your mate?"

Then she uttered what destroyed the few remaining attempts to control my emotions, impulsively muttering, "No, he's my mate." This word was enough to completely destroy me and the appearance of the barbaric part of me. I snarled hard, pushed her body and crouched on top of her, pinned her to the bed, pressed her neck hard, and roared hard, "What are you saying?! Whose mate?! Have you lost your mind?" "I mean my friend Alexander," she whispered to me in a choked voice. The difference in meaning between these two words in this world, such as the difference between the sun and the moon,.

I don’t want to believe it’s true but then before I can gain my composure Sophie doubles over in agony screaming “Mate!!!” ‘Go to mate now!!!’ Finn orders but I ignore him because based on my pain and Sophies it could only mean one thing. She has met her mate now so she will feel the pain of his intimacy with another. I am not entirely sure why I feel pain but I think our bond has somehow held on because of our children. Ireland and Chris are being intimate. ‘You never learn do you? Think of who your mate is, would she cause someone pain? Pain she knows too well. Pain that had killed her’

I was…happy being around her. But the worst happened, when I discovered my little sister was my mate, on a bright full moon, I ripped her clothes and pushed her as she hit her back against the wall and I took her there; I got out of control and marked her and claimed her as my mate, but there was one problem. I couldn’t tell the world who my mate was, and that became my dark secret and a hard shell to crack.

"I, Elena of the Silvermoon pack, reject you, Damon of the Blackwood pack, as my mate." My words echoed in the night air, spoken with unshakable finality. "From this moment on, there is nothing between us." The second the words left my mouth, an invisible force snapped in the air. The mate bond shattered. "AGHHH!" A beast-like scream tore from Damon's throat. He clutched his chest, curling into a ball on the ground, convulsing in agony. A pain like my soul being ripped in two tore through me. But I stood tall and refused to give him the satisfaction of a single sound.

I growl, my voice turning animal. "It might be too late for that, dear knight. Just keep in mind that you are the one to blame for whatever happens to your mate, but as I promised, I will try to make sure your mate survives," he ends with an evil laugh. The screen cracks and the phone smudges in my hand. I through the pieces on the wall, screaming my lungs out. I glance at the mirror, my skin with fur and I am transforming.

He was my mate, and that changed everything. You don’t just ‘break up’ with your mate. It’s a rejection, and it’s forever. It’s not something to be taken lightly because it’s a pretty big deal. Not that I was planning to reject him or anything, but the thought hung heavy in the air, reminding me how much more complex this was than any of my previous relationships.

Love is not like that. At least not my definition of love. I stayed with you for 17 years, Anirudh . Now I can not do it anymore. Everytime my decisions were taken by someone else but today I am making my own decision. I am ending my misery. I am no longer a puppet of yours. I am no longer a prisoner. I am free. I am finally free. Move away Anirudh the car will blast any moment and most importantly it is not your love that broke me. I am broken by the love of my own. My love broke me completely.