The Broken Wolf Molly Novels & Stories

"I heard about you. About how you were rejected and survived. I thought maybe you could help me figure out how to keep going." Aria's heart ached for this young wolf. She saw her younger self in Sarah's desperate eyes. "You're going to survive this," Aria said firmly. "I know it doesn't feel like it now. I know the pain seems endless. But you're stronger than you think." "Everyone says that. But I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "I felt the same way. But broken doesn't mean destroyed. You can heal. It takes time, but you can." Aria took Sarah's hand. "Have you heard of Haven? Kade's settlement for wolves who need a fresh start?"

"Are you mad? Were you planning to get eaten alive? Why didn't you run when I did? especially when you know how dangerous Molly can be? Molly? That's the wolf's name? That's why they were running away? How is she dangerous when I didn't get bitten or eaten alive like Noah had said? "But I'm fine." I say pointing to myself. "I'm not injured or eaten alive in any way so you can calm down." "And that's my next question. Why weren't you?" He went on to ask, catching me off guard. "What?" "Molly is a savage wolf that goes berserk when she comes in contact with anyone that's not properly equipped to control her. They use her to scare us most times and that's it." He went further to explain.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” Her laugh was bitter and broken. “Alone’s safer.” The words tore through me, sharper than any rogue’s claws. I stopped moving, giving her space even though every instinct screamed at me to close the distance. Then the wind shifted again, carrying her scent in full force, and it was like I’d been struck by lightning. My wolf surged forward, snarling. She’s hurt. I took a closer look. There were deep bruises on her arms, largely visible even beneath her sleeves. Her whole body seems swollen, as if she’d taken a blow all over. Rage roared in my chest, nearly drowning out my wolf’s possessive growl.

Axlan's Point of View A scream broke the night. Raw with pain. Ripped through my ears with a hefty blow. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I gripped my mug of ale tightly. Head whipped in the direction of the animal pens. To where I knew Marzanna was busy delivering the wolf pups. From here, I could see the trees right in front of all the enclosures. Flames from the torches flickered just below the branches. Licked at the sky.

His wolf would have to wait. Oh God no, she could feel herself responding to him. But no, it wasn't to him, it was to her white wolf, her champion. He was making her cum, he was making her push into him, not Gary. She had to do this to stay alive. She had to stay alive to find her wolf. She had to. She'd do whatever it took. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt him pulling her to her side and holding her while they were still tied. She told herself she wasn't going to break. She'd be here when he came for her, when he rescued her.

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

My mate, Alpha Larry, marked my best friend, Chloe, betrayed me, and killed me and our unborn pup with a silver dagger. Reborn on the day I was meant to choose my mate, I chose Larry's younger brother, Derek—an outcast in a wheelchair, with a wolf they said was broken. The first thing I did after my rebirth was march into the Blackwood Alpha's office and declare my choice. With the decision made, I walked out of his office. But the moment I stepped out the door, my path was blocked.

From this day forward, my Luna will only be the untainted Arthene. An earth-shattering snap echoed in my mind. Deep in my soul, I felt the golden thread of our mate bond get brutally broken apart by him. I spat out a mouthful of blood. At the very moment the bond broke, a pain a hundred times worse than my soul being torn apart erupted from deep within my bones. The curse… had descended. This was the most tragic destined constitution among a very select few of the females of the Moonriver pack—the Seven-Day Withering.

Why did Molly still pass away? 'Under normal circumstances, when a wolf is rejected twice, they get so hurt and unconsciously lose all trust in the Moon Goddess to the point where they lost their wolf form and much connection with their werewolf, resulting in their were to become human. In your case, however, since you have both me and Molly in you, when she got hit by her second rejection, she didn't just get horribly weakened. With my additional presence here, it was almost as though she felt far too much pressure to be around, and so faded away. It's like putting a shy Omega pup with a vicious bear. Even if the bear does nothing to the pup, just the sight of it will frighten the pup to th

Abby says before lunging at me. I immediately shift into Molly and give her control. I am no fool. A mateless wolf is a crazy wolf. Too crazy for my past years of training. Molly- she looks insane Moira- she does. Watch out, Molly. As I go to link Clint, a sharp poke hits us in the neck. Molly whines loudly. Wolfsbane. Molly stumbles, and we shift back. "This is the Alphas sister? Looks like a fucking runt," a shadowy man says while standing over me. Abby's disgusting laughter is the last thing I hear before slipping into unconsciousness.