Broken By My Mate Novels & Stories

Silas’ eyes blinked several times, waiting for my reply. “I might, somewhere. I’m pretty broken, you know this.” Silas shook his head. “Then, if you are broken, then a mate will fix you, will it not?” As I explained to Silas how simple it was, what a mate was to another person, he hit it the nail on the head. My mate was to fix me, but what if she couldn’t? Then where would that leave me? More broken than where I was to begin with. “Supposedly,” I looked out over the ocean.

I only had a cup of coffee for breakfast. Finally, I was done eating. I cleaned my mouth, settled my bills, and headed out. However, I was just so unlucky. I bumped into a guy who was holding a cup of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other. Unfortunately, the wine in the cup poured on my body while the bottle fell on the floor and broke. It was the guy's fault. He wasn't looking at where he was going. I felt so embarrassed as my cloth got ruined. ' What's your problem? What's all this? Couldn't you focus on where you were going?' I yelled angrily.

He's not like me. That sounds amazing." I mumbled my heart literally shattering as I said this."Yeah, what about you?" He asked grabbing a couple shirts and putting them in my box.Without thinking straight I blurted, "oh no... I don't have a mate." I dropped the box as I realized what I had just inferred."Of course you do." Isaac laughed bending over to pick the box up.

My breath caught in my throat. Because the moment he turned around, everything inside me shattered. “MATE.” The word ripped out of me before I could stop it. Before I could think. Before I could breathe. His lips formed the same word at the exact same time. My mate. My mate. My mate. No. No, no, no.

And I was well aware they aimed to see Eve and Michael. I glanced at my mate sitting next to me. A smile was on her face. The total opposite of the one I found at the daycare center. She didn't show it much, but the pain was flitting in her eyes. She was like someone in a broken soul already, and it terrified inside of me. But the color returned, and I couldn't be more relieved than this. My mate was slowly back to my lovely Carla. However, one thing still concerned me. Carla still had her wall up. It made me contemplate whether to tell the news or not.

Like right now, for instance, when I’m trying not to melt into a puddle of embarrassment. “Y-you heard that?” I murmur under my breath, feeling completely ridiculous. I mean, I know how the mate bond works, but it’s still so bizarre to experience it after all this time. My face is burning, and I’m probably making the most un-Dixie-like expression ever, somewhere between horrified and shy.

The physical pain wasn't there but the emotional one to not see my family members by my side broke a huge part of me. Who am I talking about ? I'm broken anyway. No one cares about me because I'm broken, I'm tainted, I'm dirty, I'm a sl*t, I'm a disgrace, I'm horrible, I'm pathetic, I'm not worth anyone's time or love. My eyes flutter open again, my head was heavy with a throbbing pain and someone was stroking my back gently. " Thank god she is safe." Elliot's voice sounds. Shawn hums in response rocking me back and forth on his lap gently.

He came over and placed a worried hand on my shoulder. “Are you good? You've been zoned out all night? Yeesh never took you to be the type to be whipped.” “I'm not whipped,” I denied immediately. “No woman could ever have me wrapped around their finger, I'd say it's the other way around.” “I see.” My friend settled back without a word for a second, twisting his lips with devious curiosity.”But doesn't it get boring though? Same woman? Same routine? I mean I might be able to stand it for a couple of weeks but not as long as you have. I'm kind of hoping that I'll never find my mate.”

“Did I do something wrong? I should be feeling better after getting rid of him!" “I could see beyond your guise, you are broken for giving him up. And he was your mate, you would feel much more worse than this in few minutes time,” he added. I didn't reply but he was saying the truth. I hated the fact that I was feeling guilty for killing that fucker. Mate….Mate. My eyes snapped open at the mention of that. There was a possibility giving the fact that I am feeling broken like my heart is being shredded. “It can't be. We can't be mates, I would have felt it when we touched or have….some time together in his penthouse,” I defended.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet, mostly because I was focusing on the road while driving while she was finishing up the movie on my phone. "I can't believe Tracey still died. I thought since she found her true love, she was bound to overcome cancer and live happily ever after with him." Lizzy snorted while I proceeded to park at the restaurant. "Seriously? Tracey died?" "Yeah..." She handed me back my phone. "I guess true love wasn't that powerful enough. It never is. Anything can break it." I knew from that moment that she wasn't talking about Tracey and her lover in the movie but about Alex and her failed plan and when she said 'Anything can break it', she meant SHE could break his b