His Broken Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

This morning, I was loved. This morning, I was a fool. The mate bond shreds inside my chest, the final threads snapping one by one. Each break is agony worse than the silver, worse than the drowning, worse than anything I thought possible. They say a broken mate bond can kill you instantly. They lied. It's so much slower than that. Images flash behind my eyes, my life rewinding as my body shuts down. The rejection ceremony three hours ago. The entire pack gathered under the full moon. Damien was standing at the altar in his ceremonial robes, looking like every fantasy I'd ever had of my Alpha mate.

“Y-you what?” “I told him no,” Bryce said, voice firm now but still calm—no raised volume, just unyielding certainty. “A bond is not something to discard in a moment of pride or anger. It is not weakness. And it is not optional.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, his presence filling the space without crowding me. “You are his mate, Sarah. The bond was formed the moment you agreed to it. Hunter may have lost his temper last night—God knows, I’ve seen him snap before—but I will not allow him to throw that away like it’s nothing.”

He acted as if she solely belonged to him, but we both somehow knew it's just a result of our frustration, we were tired of finding our beloved mate. "She could be ours!" He argued back. He was so full of hopes yet I didn't count on any. The hope only kills a person more than soothing him if proved wrong. Moreover, an alpha like me could not exercise leniency in terms of calling any impuissant girl my mate.

“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

I smiled pulling my handsome mate in for a kiss, which he happily accepted holding me in his arms of protection and love, a force that not a single person could break. I had found my forever and no longer would I be, The Alpha King’s Broken mate. ~The End~

she asked, pretending to be irritated at the familiar faces that came to pick her up. The first one to come out of the van was Bambi–Jada’s manager, confidante, gay best friend, mother, father, older sister, and older brother all rolled into one. "Shut it! As if you didn’t know, I haven’t been dating for weeks!” Bambi rolled her eyes as if reminded of his sad love life. “Actually, no one wanted to date me because I’m broke!” He continued, pouting his hot-pink lips.

But I couldn't give in to it. I would have to find a way to deal with this mate bond as soon as possible. Would ignoring it until he goes away help? Maybe putting some distance between us would eventually break it? I wasn't sure because I haven't read anything like that in books before. I could only hope that it had to be real… or I was well and truly damned. My teeth worried my bottom lip unconsciously. Why was the mate bond so strong? Was it because we have already had sex? I didn’t notice when Selene had left but when I heard another knock and my mother called me, I lay there pretending to be asleep, and trying to ease the sense of unease that filled me.

His breath was laboured and it almost sounded like he was mourning. "What is it?" I asked. "Mika... My sister's mate broke their bond. He went through some messed up ritual and broke their freaking mate bond." My breath was knocked out of my breath. The phone fell away from my ears as my eyes once again went to the dungeon. If Mika broke the mate bond, which is the most cruel way of rejecting a mate, she could die. My Zinnia could die. And there I stood, my wolf jumping with excitement as he chanted 'Mate' over and over again.

David was relieved that he didn’t copy his sister’s downfall when she lost her mate. Regina, Richard’s younger sister, was mated to a warrior in Alpha Augustin’s pack. Her mate died in a car accident instantaneously, never giving her the chance for a rejection. The extent of her suffering was so severe that she miscarried and became bedridden for several days, unable to muster the courage to face the world. It was then that Richard decided to have her admitted to a specialized institution for a new treatment called The Broken Mate’s Cure. David was sure that Richard didn’t have the same behavior as her, so there was no need for such extreme measures. As I’ve already said, he had good days, a

Breaking my already broken bones further. While my mate just stared, smiling while leaning against a tree bark. "Elizabeth... please...I...I am your mate...how can you?" She just chuckles. Rolling her eyes and stepping towards me. Her eyes which I once considered beautiful were pools of hatred now. Crouching lower to my level, she grips my hair in her fingers and tilts my face up, making more screams to break through me. I guess my backbone was broken already. "Mate? You pathetic piece of sh** can never be my mate.Just look at you ,so weak and defenceless."