Broken Soldier Mga Nobela at Kwento

Cautiously, the servant pushed the door open to peek inside. Kaden lay unconscious on the carpet, his breathing shallow. The servant immediately called the pack's healer and rushed him to the infirmary. Judy and Dave aged dramatically in under a month. They stayed close outside the emergency room, looking like they were about to pass out. Unfortunately, the healer had to be the bearer of bad news. "Alpha Kaden collapsed from dehydration and malnutrition. On top of that, he's struggling with the severe aftermath of the broken mate bond. While these symptoms aren't life-threatening, he's experiencing significant mental distress and is at high risk of self-harm if not addressed."

Damian locked himself in his study, never leaving its confines. He had completely abandoned all resistance. Day after day, night after night, he drowned himself in liquor. The once-proud Alpha of the Blackrock pack had become a hollow shell, a drunk staggering through the ruins of his own life. His wolf had grown so weak it could only let out faint, desperate cries. Meanwhile, the Bloodfang pack's army had massed at the borders. War had erupted. The Blackrock pack, leaderless and disoriented, crumbled.

"Don't. Don't say my name like that, all soft. My sister is gone and you almost died and I can't survive soft right now." His jaw tightens. He nods once, and the softness folds itself away, and the soldier steps back into place. "I need to track them," he says again, flat and professional this time. "You can barely stand." "Emily and Mia don't have time for me to heal." He moves past me and his knee buckles, and I catch him. His weight drops into my shoulder, my arms wrap around his ribs, and for three whole seconds neither of us moves. "Let go," he says.

Miguel was cleaning his caliber 45 in his hut at their camp. That’s where he would live with the other soldiers. He felt like the gun is already a part of him. It was with him like forever. It was his partner way before he was still starting in the army up until now that he became an officer designated in this province. At the age of 28, he’s already successful with what he has achieved in the army. But he admits that it was not an easy road going to where he is now.

He had no choice but to depend on Sarah, who worked to support him and their child. Even so, he would often beat and berate her, blaming her for losing his wealthy lifestyle and promising career. He drank heavily every day until he broke his leg in a drunken fall, which made Sarah's life slightly easier. Now, Sarah looked worn down by time. She appeared haggard and aged, seeming a decade older than our peers. Once upon a time, we were the admired beautiful couple, the talk of the campus. These days, I rarely needed to attend business functions personally, and I no longer had to engage in drinking contests. Over the years, I had maintained strict discipline, losing my beer belly and gaining s

I took a deep breath and placed my hands over his wound. "Life Share... Vein Reconstruction... Soul Mending..." A silver light enveloped him, slowly repairing the fatal injuries. The process took three full hours. By the time I was done, I was completely exhausted. "Why did you save him?" Liam asked, watching me with concern. "He saved our lives. A debt is a debt," I said flatly. "And now, it's paid." Seven days later, Austen finally woke up. I was in the tent organizing herbs when I heard him groan.

Sandra sat in the front with Adonis, Morgan behind them, and Bella beside Dave in the back. Dave’s arm wrapped around her automatically. She leaned into him, breathing him in. Calm followed. “Do you know how Marcus is?” she asked after a moment. “And Elder Ravenn?” Morgan answered with thinly veiled satisfaction. “Marcus has a fractured arm.” Bella winced. “The Elder’s still in recovery,” Morgan continued. “Internal bruising. Some lacerations.” Guilt twisted in her stomach. Dave tilted her face toward him gently. “They earned every consequence, Sugar.”

Then, the rain drops on him and he closed his eyes and like he tried to let the rain washed himself from all the pain he had. Demir Krumpus went back home wet and bleeding. He’s out of himself and just went straight to the kitchen to wash his hands. He looked around noticed that he had everything in life but it felt empty and incomplete deep within him. Now, that Grace Miller was trying to cut lines between them, he could not help himself anymore but to get mad with his own past. It was true that he hurted Selin but it was out of desperation to get out from the contract marriage that they had before. His life was ruin and the only thing that matters to him was to get rid off the contract wit

“Aurora! Are you hurt?” I can’t speak. The only sound I can make is a strangled sob as I grip his torn shirt in trembling fists. “Shhh, baby,” he soothes, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m here. We’re alive.” I bury my face into his neck, his warmth the only thing keeping me from unraveling completely. But then— My eyes fall on the slumped form of Enzo. Blood pools beneath him, seeping into the carpet, his vacant eyes staring at nothing. My breath hitches in my throat.

Chapter 24. Analyzing and Realization. Denzel went upstairs to bring Cyrus for lunch. He knew Cyrus would be upset and as expected he was. Not only mentally but he was physically stressed too. Bone Marrow transplant surgery was a hell complicated. It was just because he was an adult, he recovered the post-surgery stress quickly. But those frequent moves, mental stress. All shouting yelling, it put him back to square one. Denzel opened the door of the room to see Bright working on his mid back, where it was strained most. And Win bandaging his hand.