His Broken Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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

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.

"But the mate bond requires a specific kind of breaking. A perfect pain to match a perfect transformation." The gun fired. And something inside me shattered.

“Give me a moment; let me just talk to my fellow warrior, and I will make sure to get back to you.” She nodded, innocence mixed with nervousness dancing in those doe eyes of hers. I could not help but keep staring at her. She was a beauty. But I could already tell that her spirit was broken. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong, and I needed to know. I did not want to be in the dark, not especially about the mate that the Moon goddess had finally chosen for me.

“From this moment forward, you are no longer my mate. No longer my Luna.” Pain unlike anything I had ever known tore through me. The mate bond—that sacred thread woven into the deepest part of my soul—twisted violently before snapping apart. A broken gasp escaped me as agony ripped through my chest, sharp and devastating, as though my very heart was being torn from my body. I nearly collapsed. “Why?” I choked out, tears blurring my vision. “What did I do wrong?” My voice cracked completely. “I was loyal to you. I gave you everything. I stood by you—”

Elara's POV "I know the bond is broken," Victor said, his voice raspy. "I felt it tear." He staggered into the sanctuary, looking even more worn down than he had three months ago. "Then what are you doing here?" I asked coldly. "I'm begging you to come back," he said, his voice thick with desperation. "Not because you're my fated mate, not because of the bond. Because I need you." "Oh, you need me now?" I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Where was this feeling when you were using me? When you were humiliating me?"

I broke her, if i'm being honest both of us will be broken forever. We will feel it until the day we die. Breaking a mate bond, It shouldnt never happen to anyone. The pain in that moment shook me to my core, still lingers under my skin. A void in my soul that cant be replaced or filled. I feel it everyday and it doesnt get easier. When I close my eyes, I can still see her eyes full of tears and disappointment. I've resigned myself to the fact, this is how it will be. Me hating myself for what I've dont to her, What I have done to us.

"You tried to break the mate-bond by rejecting me. Didn't you know that it would hurt?" I almost forgot about that. But the most important issue right now is, "Is it broken?" "Of course." Thank goodness. "Not." He add at the last minute, and I glance at him, ignoring the pain. "What do you mean it's not?" "A mate bond is between two people." His smile reveals a row of shiny white teeth, and the sharp canines are visible. "Breaking the bond also requires..." "The two people." I mutter softly. Which means I need him for the bond to fully be broken. Way to go, moon goddess. I have to convince him for this to work. Think, Ivy. You are smarter than you look.

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,.

Because that was the only explanation given his mate is very much alive. “He didn’t lie to you” she says, reading my mind. “The torture that Mayra endured broke her wolf and thus shattered the mate bond. That’s what Sebastian felt. Of course like any normal person, he assumed that she was dead especially when he started showing signs of going feral.” “The moment he came close to her, he felt the tiny spark of the broken bond. And fang recognized his mate even though she is probably broken beyond repair” she finishes. I sit there and absorb all that she is telling me. If Sebastian felt a spark of the broken bond then it means that there was a possibility of reviving it.