Broken Mate Norisha May Novels & Stories

She shuffled on her weight with discomfort. "Not a fiance nor a girlfriend. She'll be a member here so I'd like you to train her." Mateo says calmly with a decisive face. The face is met with a few splattered water droplets after Master Jeriah chokes on his water and spits some of it out, sending it flying towards both Mateo and Nora. Nora shuts her eyes and wipes her face with the back of her hand. "My apologies" He takes a tissue box from the stand and offers it to Mateo, who takes it with a scowl. He wipes down his face with a glare that turned his bright grey eyes as dark as obsidian.

“I can’t let her go. Only then will I become stronger.” I thought it all through carefully. I wasn’t willing to give her up, even if that meant making certain adjustments along the way. And that’s how the treaty came about. The pressure had been weighing on my shoulders for some time. The major clans were threatening to withdraw from the alliance. The leaders demanded stability, a gesture that would guarantee our territory wouldn’t become a battlefield. And they were clear about it: they wanted a political bond with the Vaelis. “Take Sienna as your mate,” they told me. “The mate bond isn’t necessary. Just a visible commitment.”

All that happened to me back in my old pack was now a past that I should pack and lock it somewhere in my mind. “You seemed distracted,” Zeus said. “Do you remember him?” I smiled at him and nodded. “Things like that won’t just go away in a few weeks,” I replied. “Yeah. I know, Nov,” he said. He probably remembers his own mate. “It’ll linger for a bit but once we've finished mating and sealed our bond, everything connected with our mate will be dissolved.” I looked at her and smiled as he took my hand. “But that would be in the future,” he added. “I just want us to enjoy whatever we have for now.”

"You know her heart. She would never dream of stealing your mate." Every "gentle" word was a blade, and they were all carving the same message: this was my fault. Astoria stood in the shadows near the hearth, hands folded, looking as fragile and pure as a porcelain saint. She didn't have to say a word. My own parents had already built her defense, brick by brick. A cold, hollow realization settled in my chest. "This isn't a joke. And it isn't a fit of pique." I straightened my spine, looking them both in the eye. "I, Elone Sunwood, formally dissolve my mating bond with Marcus Greyman. As of this moment—we are nothing."

That's when Alpha Blake and his rogues appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, to turn the tide of battle. With swift and deadly precision, they dispatched the Black Wolverines, saving our pack from certain destruction. My father, recognizing the debt we owed him, approached Alpha Blake, asking what he desired in return. And without hesitation, Alpha Blake made his request: "I want your second daughter to be my mate." Overwhelmed with gratitude and relief, my father agreed. And just like that, I was to be Alpha Blake's mate. It was a moment of pure joy for me, a dream come true in the midst of chaos and despair.

I reminded her, leaving out the fact that it was literally impossible for me to have a mate unless the moon goddess performed some kind of miracle. "Keep saying that, your mate might just appear when you least expect," Nora announced as she threw me a wink before she turned. Nora and I spent the rest of the day organizing the hall for Asher's mating ceremony. It was nothing fancy, they wanted to keep it simple and very few people would be in attendance. As we worked I couldn't help but notice the sad shadow cast in Nora's eyes but I didn't know how to broach the subject so I let it be.

Georgia's tears stopped her from finishing her words. But whatever she has said was enough for me to understand why she was like this. Wrapping my arms around her body once more, I stroked her back softly. I had never been in such a situation but I didn't need to be there to understand how much betrayal hurt. “There there Georgia. People are shitty sometimes, I promise you, you'll find better.” I muttered, pulling her closer as she shuddered in soft sobs. As much as this marriage was fake, seeing her breaking down in my arms makes me want to reassure her.

"But you can cure him, right? That's why we came here." "There is one way, but it's... unusual." He paused, studying my face. "To heal him completely, he needs to be mate bonded with someone. The magic from the Moon Goddess can channel through that bond to purge the poison from his body." I stared at him in shock. "Mate bonded?" "Both recipients must accept willingly. The bond cannot be forced." "How are we going to get someone who will be interested in getting a mate bond with him? He's unconscious, he's dying..."

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.

Bella said "Shut up Isabella, this is not the time to bring that up!" Brie said "Not the time for what? What happened to Jayden's Mom?" I asked "Sorry but we can't tell you Luna, it's not our story to tell but I'll tell you this, apart from the power connection that the mating bond brings, it also connects the your hearts together, it's just a matter of time but soon Jayden won't be able to resist the mating bond and his wolf will yearn for you" Brie said