Broken By My Mate Novels & Stories

“Do you not understand what you have done? No ordinary wolf could endure this torment. Her soul core was already fractured beyond repair.” Darian froze. He staggered to my side, trembling, and extended his hand toward my face. There was no breath. His fingers stiffened in the air, and then he collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably. He looked at my body, reduced to skin and bone, wrists marked from the chains, and he understood that he had dragged me into this hell with his own hands. He had destroyed my hope of survival. From that moment, there would never be anyone whose eyes were filled entirely with him.

I started crying again as my mate also abandoned me like my father and brother. A week has passed since that incident but still, the pain of my mate leaving me didn't lessen a bit, even though I lost my smile. I remember when Maya showed its presence she started forcing me to search for my mate but I denied it. I tell her whatever happened after she didn't talk to me but I know she was as broken as I.

“Can’t a guy come to a restaurant and maybe check on his girl?’ He said playfully flashing me his white perfect teeth. I rolled my eyes and stormed out. And went to my staff only before taking out the envelope. I took the recorder and played it. At first I heard noises from the restaurants and then Knox’s voice. “Is there any way to cut a bond without rejection?” He asked. “Yes,” A woman's voice come in after he spoke. “What is it? Tell me.” There was a long pause. “Tell me, are you planning to break the bond between you and your mate?” Knox cleared his throat. “Well, she and I never really had this bond thing,” he said which made my stomach churned. “And I have chosen a mate for myself. I l

He'd remembered my favorite color after all these years. "Drama?" Mateo's voice was teasing. "In Darius's pack? Never." I threw a cushion at him, which he caught easily. "Don't start." "I'm just saying, the man hasn't treated you well." The teasing was gone now, his dark eyes serious. "First time or second time." "He doesn't know it's the second time." "About that." Mateo sat up, his expression shifting to something I recognized, his business face. "We need to talk."

he said slowly, choosing his words with care, “I’ve been driving pack roads for thirty years.” “I know what it looks like when a she-wolf follows her mate here.” He paused. “For a cheating male,” he added bluntly, “hurting yourself like this isn’t worth it.” “And whatever happens between wolves,” he glanced at my belly, “the pup comes first.” I hadn’t told anyone about my mate’s betrayal. Yet the truth was obvious to a stranger. Like poison, it had already eaten through me—again and again. His words felt like a breath of air after drowning.

My heart was broken by how they treated me, and tears streamed freely from my eyes. I thought mates were supposed to love each other, but mine was different. He recognized me as his mate solely to bear his child. I wondered what my life could become after I gave birth. Would he marry me after I gave birth to his child? Would everything change? Even if it was like that, I refused to be with someone like that. I was broken beyond repair.

"Why can't you even feel a bit furious after what they've done?" "They fed me. Gave me a new home. I know what they did was unacceptable, but things won't end well if my goal is revenge." "You should've fought back. You have the strength, for goodness sake." "They're family." "I think they broke you," she blurted, looking away. She looked up at the stars again. A heavy sigh escapes her lips. "The only one who can break me...is my mate." "That absurd. Mates don't hurt each other; he's your other half. The moment he lays eyes on you, I know he'll do everything for you."

Poor Guy looked relieved that I didn't reject him and our bond as mates. The last time we saw each other was so long ago, even though I know this is part of a dream. He only informed me that my mate was alive in a sadistic manner, denying me the chance to see him. In any case, I would have known if he had died, since when a mate dies, the bond is broken, causing a great deal of pain. Often, I feel his pain and am crippled by it as a result of his beatings. A laugh breaks out when Malcolm sees me keeling over and retching on the floor in pain.

Damn the mate bond. “Aren’t you going to ask?” I waited for clarification. “Aren’t you going to ask why I lied to you?” “It doesn’t matter anymore.” “It does matter, you’re my freaking mate!” Then he sighed. “Do something, anything! Hit me, scream at me. Don’t just stand like that looking…” his voice cracked, “Looking broken because that makes my heart ache even more.”

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.